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

helmets? That’s so neat.”
    Dillon climbed on the bike then nodded for her to. Gavin was there to help her. She tentatively put her hands on either side of Dillon’s waist.
    “Baby, you’re going to have to hold on better than that, or the first time he pulls out or speeds up you’re going to fall off. Hug him. You won’t hurt him,” Gavin assured her.
    Briana wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged against him. Her sore breast wasn’t happy about it at all, but to feel his ripped abdomen tight under her hands, she could manage to deal with it.
    “Ready back there?” Dillon asked.
    “Ready,” Gavin said.
    “What about you, baby?”
    “I’m ready.” She hoped she was, anyway.
    He pulled out of her drive, and they hit the road flying. Well, it felt like they were flying to her. Actually, they weren’t going any faster than the rest of the traffic. She watched the houses and businesses fly by as they maneuvered through traffic. Buildings whisked by until Dillon slowed down and turned into the parking lot of a diner.
    “We’ve eaten here before and the food is good,” Dillon said as he parked the big bike. “Wait until Gavin is there to help you off.”
    Gavin walked over and helped her slip off the bike. He removed her helmet, and then moved her aside so that Dillon could dismount. Both men took a hand and walked her toward the door. She had never been here before so wasn’t sure about the place until she got inside and found the restaurant to be clean, without the normal greasy smell most diners had.
    “Sit anywhere you like, folks. I’ll be with you in a minute,” a fiftyish-looking woman called out to them when they stopped by the counter.
    Gavin led the way to the back, choosing a table. They each took a seat on either side of the table leaving the two ends for her to choose from. Briana sat in the one offering her the best view of the counter as opposed to the wall.
    “They have great hamburgers here, or if you want something heavier, they have good plate lunches, too.” Dillon handed her a menu from next to the napkin holder.
    She looked over the menu and decided on a hamburger. She didn’t want much. She folded it and placed it back between the napkin holder and the ketchup.
    “What can I get you folks to drink?” the waitress asked.
    “Water for us, what would you like, Briana?” Dillon asked.
    “Sweat tea would be wonderful.”
    “Go ahead and give her your order,” Gavin said.
    “I just want a hamburger with everything except onions.” She smiled at the woman.
    “What for you guys?”
    “We’re not eating. Just feeding the lady.” Dillon smiled at the waitress.
    “Oh, I can’t possibly eat if you two are just going to watch me.” Briana was mortified at the thought of them staring at her while she ate.
    “We’ve already eaten,” Gavin explained.
    “I could have fixed a peanut-butter sandwich at home. You didn’t have to feed me.”
    “Why do you work at that store when you could work here? They have job openings.” Gavin changed the subject.
    “I’m going to school and all my classes are during the day. That means I have to work nights, and I need Sundays off to work on my projects for class. So far, all the jobs I’ve applied for require that I be available to work on Sundays. Since the store isn’t open on Sundays, it works for me.” She couldn’t believe she was defending her job to two bikers.
    “If you found another job, would you change?” Gavin asked.
    “In a heartbeat,” she said. “I only have two more months, then I’m finished and can quit that job. I can handle two more months.”
    The two men exchanged looks. It was almost as if they were talking to each other.
    “Two months doesn’t seem like a long time, I suppose. Still, you need to be careful up there.” Dillon leaned back when the waitress brought their drinks.
    She took a sip of her tea and smiled. It was perfect.
    “Believe me, I’m careful. I can’t believe all the stuff