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

that has happened the last two nights. I’ve been working there for nearly a year, and other than drunken idiots that were more of a nuisance than anything, I’ve never had trouble before.”
    “So why don’t you have a boyfriend to watch out for you?” Gavin asked out of the blue.
    “Um, I had one and I got rid of him,” she said. Actually, he was leaving at the time, but they didn’t need to know that.
    “What did he do?” Dillon asked.
    “Nothing really. I guess that was the problem. All he did was drink and lay around the house.” And laugh at her. She couldn’t stand to be laughed at.
    Briana had worked hard to get where she was. To have some deadbeat tell her she was foolish to think she could do anything with a degree in graphic web design had pissed her off. He’d told her she was trying to be someone she wasn’t.
    You don’t have the class to be anything but a waitress, honey. Face it. You’re wasting your time.
    Briana would show him. She’d get a job and do just fine. She didn’t need a man to hold her down.
    “Here’s your burger.” The waitress sat a giant hamburger down in front of her along with a basket of fries she hadn’t ordered.
    “There’s no way I can eat all of this,” she said, shaking her head.
    “Just eat what you can. It’s a righteous burger.” Gavin snagged a fry and popped it into his mouth.
    She wasn’t at all sure her mouth would open wide enough to even take a bite of it. Briana grabbed the knife and cut the burger in half. She picked up one half and made her first attempt at eating it. They were right. It was a delicious hamburger. She moaned and rolled her eyes.
    Gavin and Dillon both grinned.
    “That good, huh?” Dillon asked.
    “Yes, it’s wonderful.” She took another bite.
    By the time she was finished with the first half, she was stuffed. The men had each taken turns snatching fries until there were only a few left. She took one and ate it, but drew the line at another one.
    “I’m stuffed. I hate leaving half a hamburger. It’s so good.”
    Gavin signaled the waitress to come over.
    “What can I get you?”
    “She can’t eat the other half. Can you wrap it in aluminum foil for us to go?” he asked.
    “Sure thing, honey.” She took Briana’s plate to the back and returned with a small paper bag with the half of a hamburger neatly wrapped inside.
    “You ready to roll, Briana?” Dillon asked.
    “Ready.”
    They paid the tab and helped her outside where, this time, they put her on back of Gavin’s bike. Dillon helped her on after Gavin had mounted up. Then they pulled out of the parking lot and headed north.
    Briana knew Round Rock, Texas , like it was the back of her hand, so she knew where they were headed before they got there. It was an abandoned airport just outside of town. A lot of teenagers used it for drag racing. She wasn’t sure what to think of them taking her there or how they would even know about it. They weren’t local, or she would have seen them around. They were too good looking not to stick out.
    When they reached the parking lot of the old building, they pulled in and turned off the motors. Dillon helped her off the bike and waited while she pulled off the helmet. Gavin was off and pulling off his helmet next.
    “Bet the high school kids love this place,” Dillon said.
    “Yeah, we came here when I was in school and had drag races and beer busts. They keep it patrolled on weekend nights now, so they don’t play out here as much as they used to.”
    “Come on. Let’s walk to the end of the runway and back,” Gavin said.
    Briana wasn’t sure why he wanted to walk, but she figured walking wasn’t anything to get upset about and there was nothing at the end to worry her. She walked between them waiting to see what they would do.
    “What are you going to school to be?” Gavin finally asked.
    “Web designer.” She waited for him to laugh at her.
    “Hot job right now. You’ll do well with that,” he said.
    She