Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Bodyguards [The Dirty Dozen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

two bikers. She had school, and when school was over she would be moving to Dallas to find a job.
    Dillon was the talkative one. Gavin didn’t say much. He seemed so much more intense than his brother. They had to be brothers, though they hadn’t said they were. They looked so much alike they could be twins. She could almost imagine being with both of them at one time. The naughty thought had her breasts tingling and her pussy tightening. If she hadn’t been so tired, she might have pleasured herself. As it was, she was going to fall asleep in the tub if she didn’t get out.
    Briana climbed out and dried off. She did something she didn’t normally do. She climbed into bed naked to sleep. The feel of the cotton sheets against her skin was relaxing, and again she felt naughty. It only took the attention of two bikers to have her acting out of character and sleeping nude. God only knew what she would do if one of them kissed her.
    With that thought, she fell asleep and dreamed of the two bikers.

Chapter Three

    The next day, Briana had gotten up at eight despite planning to sleep in for a change. She hurried through her chores, then worked on her project that was due the next day. By one that afternoon, she was through and hungry. She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and now it was after lunch. She was leaning inside the fridge when someone knocked on her door. She frowned and closed the refrigerator door. Who would be knocking on her door on a Sunday?
    She pulled aside the curtain to the window next to the door and saw the two men from the night before. She froze staring at them. What were they doing there? She jerked the curtain back in place and wiped her hands over her face. They would know she was there because her car was in the drive.
    She argued with herself for several seconds before she gave in and opened the door as far as the chain would allow.
    “Hey Briana. How are you?” Dillon asked.
    “Um, hi. I’m fine. Uh, what are you doing here?” she finally managed to get out.
    “We hoped you would go bike riding with us,” he said.
    She swallowed and slowly closed the door. Then she removed the chain, hoping she wasn’t going to regret trusting them. She opened the door again.
    “I was going to fix a peanut-butter sandwich, would you like one?” she asked.
    “No thanks, but we’ll take you to get something else if you’ll come ride with us.” Gavin spoke this time.
    “I guess so.”
    “You’ll need to change to jeans, though.” Dillon said, looking at her legs.
    “Oh, yeah, Um, come on in and make yourselves at home while I change clothes.” She backed up a step and opened the door the rest of the way.
    Dillon and Gavin walked inside and closed the door behind them. They walked toward her living area that was open to her little kitchen.
    “Go on and change. We’ll wait here for you,” Dillon told her.
    Briana hurried to change into jeans and a longer T-shirt. The one she had been wearing had holes in it and was a little bit short on her so it showed off too much of her belly to be going anywhere. She changed her tennis shoes to a pair of ankle boots she had as well. When she walked out of her bedroom, the men were standing by her bar waiting on her.
    “You look nice,” Dillon said with a smile.
    “Thanks.” She smiled back.
    “Let’s get going.” Gavin walked over to the door and opened it.
    Briana grabbed her keys on the way by the bar and stuffed them in her front pocket. She had added five dollars in her back pocket in case she needed to get a bus ride back home again. She wouldn’t be without money.
    “Ever ridden a bike before?” Dillon asked.
    “Not since I was ten and rode on the back of a dirt bike.” She laughed.
    “Not much different. Just lean when I lean and hold on tight. I don’t want you to fall off.” Dillon handed her a helmet and waited while she fastened it before he put his on.
    “Can you hear me okay?” Dillon asked.
    “Wow, there are speakers and a mike in the