Brandy's Bikers

The Dirty Dozen 1 

Brandy’s Bikers Brandy’s been hurt in the past by bikers. The gang who’s rolled into town to do construction work in the area adds to her unease, especially when two of the handsome men set their sights on her. Kyle and West see forever when they look in Brandy’s eyes. They set out to woo her. Will she put aside her fear and give them a chance? She only has a few weeks left to make her decision before they move on to the next job. When someone uses Brandy as a pawn to stop the construction, Kyle and West must find her before it’s too late. Is it personal or is it business? For them, it’s very personal. Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 37,247 words 

BRANDY’S BIKERS The Dirty Dozen 1

Marla Monroe

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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DEDICATION I can’t write a book about bikes without thinking about you, Tony. What an awesome ride!

 

BRANDY’S BIKERS The Dirty Dozen 1 MARLA MONROE Copyright © 2011

Chapter One They pulled in to the Sunset Café a little after nine that night in a cloud of dust. Twelve dusty bike riders looking tired and aggravated climbed off their bikes and began stripping off their helmets. Brandy sighed and prepared for the worst. She was the only waitress left this late at night. They normally closed at ten on Saturday nights. This wouldn’t be one of those nights. She’d be lucky to get out of there by eleven or eleven thirty. “Hal! We’ve got about twelve bikers coming in. They look hungry,” Brandy called back to the back so that the cook would know what to expect. “Fuck! I was hoping for an early night.” He stuck his head through the pass-thru window. “You going to be okay out there?” “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Dealt with worse.” Actually it had been a long time since she’d had to deal with a bunch of rowdy bikers. In Sunset, Oklahoma, there wasn’t all that much going on. They weren’t on the normal biker’s routes. She shivered and hoped they wouldn’t be rough. She’d had her fill of that and didn’t want to experience it again. The sound of the bell over the door snapped her back to the present, which she wasn’t sure would be much better than the past.

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They filed in and began pushing tables together to accommodate their large group. One of them looked her way when she moved in to take their drink orders. He smiled in a tired sort of way. “Hope you don’t mind. We’ll put them back when we get finished.” Brandy was taken aback that he’d been so polite. “Um, sure. No problem. What can I get all of you to drink? We don’t serve beer here.” “Hey, everyone. Pipe down. What do you want to drink?” The biker seemed to be the leader. He looked rough and was huge, but he didn’t try and loom over her, and kept a few feet back as if he knew he was making Brandy nervous. The other men settled down, taking seats and picking up menus from the holders on the tables. “Got sweet tea?” one of them asked. “Yep,” she managed to get out. “Everyone want sweet tea?” he asked, looking around the table. “Looks like we all want it. Thanks.” He smiled at her and cocked his head. “Brandy is a pretty name.” “Um, thanks.” She hurried away as they all began looking at the menus. She rushed to serve up their drinks and take their orders. The man who had told her she had a pretty name introduced himself and the man next to him. “I’m Kyle, and this is West,” he said. The other man nodded his head with a small smile. “Nice to meet you.” She finished getting their orders and turned them in to Hal. “You still okay out there?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m okay. They’re being very nice. I’m surprised. They look rough.” “Never know what someone is like till you meet them.”

 

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Hal was right, but she had a reason to be wary of bikers. Her past tried to resurface and pull her back, but she refused to dwell on it. She’d thought Hal was a bugbear when she’d first applied for the job there. He’d turned out to be her best friend. For the next hour, she served their meals, refreshed their tea, and fielded questions from West and Kyle. Why they were so attracted to her, she didn’t know. The other men were polite, but didn’t get friendly. Those two men, on the other hand, got very friendly, asking her all about the town and was she dating anyone. “Maybe while we’re here, you’ll let us take you for a coffee at that Starbucks I saw when we rode in,” Kyle suggested with a smile. “I promise, we don’t bite.” West winked at her when he said that. “Much.” “West.” Kyle seemed to be warning him to behave. That thought amused Brandy. She smiled despite her plans to keep everything professional. Why would they be staying in town for any length of time? It was none of her business. Nothing about them was her business, and she needed to remember that. She purposefully let another time intrude into her thoughts, and she was able to back away without asking them why they were sticking around. **** Kyle knew he wanted her as soon as they walked in the door. He checked on West and smiled. His friend was looking her over good. He would be onboard with the idea of seducing the red-haired beauty. She had the prettiest blue eyes, with pink, kissable lips. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but he figured it would fall to just past her shoulders when loose. She had a rocking body as well, ample breasts that he would love to hold and suck on, an ass made for fucking, and all the curves a man could ask for. She was nervous of them. He was used to that. Most people were around bikers. They had a bad rep, but his friends were all good guys.

 

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They might look a little rough on the outside after nearly a week on the road heading across country to a construction site there in Oklahoma. Their last site had been outside of Seattle, Washington. They traveled around the U.S., working when they wanted to on construction sites they picked out by where they might want to go next. Kyle was mighty glad Cole had decided on this town as the next place to work. They had three construction companies they mainly worked for, and Forester had a job here that was supposed to take about six weeks. He seriously wondered if six weeks would be enough time to court and seduce Brandy into their bed, and then if they would have enough time to then get her out of their systems. The men in the gang had all served together at one time or another in the army. They had named themselves The Dirty Dozen. It had stuck throughout their deployments into some of the worst hotspots in the world. They’d lost some of their members along the way, and others had joined. The group now had come home together, and since none of them had family to speak of, they stuck together to form the final Dirty Dozen. Kyle and West had been in enough tight spots that they’d formed a bond, like brothers. Maybe they were even closer than brothers, since they liked to share between them. In fact, all of the men shared their women. It was something they’d been introduced to in one of the many places they’d been sent while overseas. Sharing brought something more to the sex than just sex. West said it was more intimate, and knowing they were giving the woman they were with more than they could ever have with just one man felt damn good. Not to mention the added pleasure of taking a woman at the same time. Kyle and West enjoyed seeing the pleasure on the women’s faces at they came, that total wonder in their eyes at the unbelievable feelings the men could give them. It released something inside of the men that fighting and killing had put there.

 

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Kyle watched West watch the waitress. Her name tag said Brandy. He wondered if that was really her name, or if she wore the name tag to keep people like him from knowing her real name. He smiled. He’d find out. He had plans for pretty Brandy. He was sure West felt the same way. “You thinking what I’m thinking, man?” West asked him. “Yeah, she’s hot. She’s also something special, I think.” “Yeah, special. I’ve never been this attracted to a woman before, but something about her really turns me on in more ways than the obvious.” West wasn’t one to say much, so this was important to him. “You’re thinking she’s someone we could settle down with?” “I don’t know, Kyle. I want to find out, though.” “Going to be interesting to chase her. She’s awful wary of us. I don’t know if it’s just normal distrust of bikers, or if she’s had a runin with some before.” Kyle drained his tea glass and waited to see if she’d bring him more. Sure enough, a few seconds later she was there at the table, filling all their glasses with tea. “We’re going to be working here at the new hotel construction site. Guess we’ll see a lot of you since there isn’t anywhere else in town I’d much like to eat at.” “Oh, you’re going to be staying here a while? There’s the steak house over in Searcy about fifteen minutes away. You might like eating there some.” She moved on to West and filled his glass as well. West reached out and touched a spot next to a mark on her arm. “That looks like a burn mark. You need to put something on it.” “Oh.” She backed up then covered her sudden movement with an awkward smile. “Thanks, I put some salve on it earlier. It’s just worn off.” “It looks like it hurt,” West continued. “Um, it did for a few seconds, but the salve helped.” She smiled again and then backed away to top off Cole’s tea next.

 

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When she’d made it around the table and gone back to the back to hide once again, Kyle turned to West. “She’s special, all right. I can’t think of anything but her right now. Did you see that perfectly shaped ass?” Kyle knew West was an ass man, while he went for the breasts every time. “We’ve got to convince her to go out with us. Give us a chance to show her we’re really okay guys.” “She’s already spooked by us. It’s not going to be easy, West.” “What are you two plotting over there?” Cole, their leader, asked. “We’ve got our eye set on Brandy as someone we’d like to get to know,” Kyle told him. “Don’t start any trouble, guys. We have at least six weeks to work here.” “We won’t. If she’s taken, we’ll back off.” West ran a thumb up and down his tea glass. “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.” Cole shook his head then returned to his conversation with Zack. “I take that as a go ahead and do what you want,” West said. “Sounds like it. How do you think we should do this?” “You’re always the one to smooth talk them into giving us a try.” “I think we should wait till we come in the next time she’s here, and try then.” “Probably a good idea,” West acknowledged. Brandy walked back out with tickets and handed them to each of the men. Kyle watched as West took his, but rubbed his hand against hers before letting go. She blushed and turned to hand Kyle his. “Thanks for the great service. I know we dropped in on you right at closing. Do you need any of us to wait around to walk you to your car?” he asked as he took his ticket. “Um, thanks. No. I’ll be fine.” She hurried up to the register to start checking them out as they lined up. She seemed to cringe since most of the men towered over

 

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her, including him and West. When it was their turn, West reminded her to be careful. They paid their tabs and headed out to their bikes. “Man, she’s hot.” West put on his helmet and adjusted the microphone. “She’s also scared to death of us. That’s going to make it really hard to get to know her.” Kyle adjusted his strap and flicked on the microphone. He and West kept in touch when they were riding. “Hope the hotel is decent this time. A lot of these smaller towns don’t have decent ones. Guess that’s why we always end up building one when we take one of these jobs,” West said. They pulled out with the rest of the gang and rode to the opposite side of town. The hotel turned out to be decent and clean for a change. It was a chain hotel, so it had a few amenities, such as in-room minifridges and wireless Internet. Since neither of them had computers with them, that part was useless. They shared a room with two queen beds, and had connecting doors with Cole and Zack. All in all, Kyle was impressed. “So, what do you think about approaching her outright and telling her we’d like to take her out? Sounds like that steak house would be a nice place.” West sprawled out on the bed with his boots off the edge. “She’s really antsy around us, West. Maybe we need to give it another day. If we don’t see her tomorrow, then I’m with you. No wasting time. We’ll approach her first thing about going out with us.” Kyle pulled off his boots and began stripping to take a shower. He pretty much always took the first shower. West had to chill before he showered and got ready to hit the sack. “Get her off your mind, West or you’ll never sleep. “Hell, if I sleep, I’ll only dream about her. She’s really special.”

 

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Chapter Two Brandy finished up with her closing duties and waited around for Hal to finish in the back. She normally walked home, since it was only a half mile away, but tonight, she’d ride with Hal. She wasn’t sure about the bikers. They were so much nicer than any she’d ever been around before. They looked rough because of their clothes, and because they were so big. She could admit though that they were clean and had acted like gentlemen. Something she would have thought was an oxymoron with the word biker. “You ready, Brandy?” Hal walked out of the back and pulled out his keys. “Ready when you are. I appreciate the ride.” “Don’t blame you. With bikers around, you never know, even if they were well behaved. Not worth taking a chance.” Hal unlocked the front door then locked it behind them. He walked her to his rattletrap of a truck and opened the door for her. Hal had tried to date her when she’d first moved to town almost five years ago now. They just didn’t hit it off but were still good friends. He looked out for her when she would let him. She’d moved to Sunset, Oklahoma, after she had stopped for gas and decided it would be a good place to live. She moved from Memphis, Tennessee. It had become too dangerous to live there for a single girl with a minimum wage job. Her apartment had been broken into twice. After she had been mugged, she packed up her stuff and hit the road.

 

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“Thanks, Hal, for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She opened the door and started to climb out when Hal stopped her with a hand to her arm. “Do you want me to come pick you up? I know you’re not comfortable with those bikers here.” Hal had been one to find her and help her get home after her attack by the bikers three years ago. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. I might drive in tomorrow.” She smiled at him and closed the door. She lived in a little house on the edge of town. Usually she walked to and from work to save gas. The town was usually a safe place to live. She’d only had that one time that she’d ever been approached by anyone when she had walked home. The sheriff there kept it clean and safe. He didn’t put up with nonsense, and she very much appreciated it. He got her vote each election year. She immediately undressed and got into the shower. It was nearly midnight, and she had to be back at work at two the next afternoon. It was her light day, since most of the Sunday lunch crowd would have cleared out, and they closed at nine. She was off on Mondays. She ran errands and did chores around the house. As soon as she finished her shower, she climbed into bed and almost immediately fell asleep. The dream started out as it normally did, with her running, trying to get away from them. They chased her back into the alley behind the diner. Only this time, it wasn’t Hal who interrupted them. It was the two bikers from that night who got there in time to stop it from happening. They fought off the others and took her home. They came in with her when she invited them, and saw to her cuts and bruises with the utmost tenderness. Kyle seemed to be the more outgoing of the two. He stood a little over six three, with long brown hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. He had hazel eyes with flecks of gold in them. He was built like a Greek god, with broad shoulders and a massive chest that tapered to a narrow waist and grab-worthy ass.

 

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West proved to be the quieter of them. His brooding dark eyes seemed to see right into her soul. His shaggy black hair nearly reached his shoulders. He stood a little taller than Kyle, but not by more than an inch. He had a body much like his friend’s, except his seemed more compact and fluid. Neither man was bulky in the least, just well built. When West drew her into his arms, instead of panic, she felt safe and secure. Kyle placed his hands on her waist and pressed up against her back. They both whispered soothing words in her ear. She relaxed into them and let them take care of her. Kyle began to undress her, and she didn’t panic, but let him. West had disappeared, but reappeared to pick her up and carry her into her bathroom. It was no longer her bathroom, but a study of decadence with a marble tub big enough for three, and a walk-in shower that was huge. She couldn’t help but stare at the sheer wonder of it. Where had she conjured up something so opulent from? Surely she’d never seen anything like it. West carefully stepped into the tub with her and sat down in the soothing warm water. It was then that she realized West was nude. When Kyle got into the tub, he was also naked. She should have been scared out of her mind, but instead, she felt cared for, and enjoyed the soothing water, and how they bathed her with soft gentle swipes of the cloth. They took care of her as if she were their most prized possession in the world. She couldn’t believe she was so passive in their arms as they massaged her breasts and fingered her nipples until they pebbled in their hands. When they leaned over and began sucking and licking her nipples, she moaned and went limp in West’s lap. She could feel his dick beneath her swell and throb. Still, she wasn’t scared of them. Instead, she wiggled against it, enjoying the moan that West let out. Kyle stepped out of the tub with his hardened cock bobbing heavy with

 

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need in front of him. He dried off then picked Brandy up in his arms while West got out of the tub as well. West dried off before they both took towels and gently patted her dry. The rasp of the towel over her sensitized nipples caused her to shiver. Her pussy was leaking her juices down her leg. West seemed to know this, because he dipped his finger in the sticky sweetness and brought it to his mouth to suck and lick it clean. Kyle picked her up this time and carried her to a massive, kingsize bed where he carefully laid her down in the middle. Then he climbed up on the bed and took her breasts in his hands. He licked and sucked as West slid between her legs, shouldering them apart so that he would fit there. The first swipe of his tongue drew a gasp from her. She let her legs fall open as he slowly drew his tongue up and down her slit. Her juices flowed faster at the erotic feel of his tongue against her intimate flesh. He lightly brushed her clit, but didn’t dwell there as much as she wanted him to. Instead, he sucked her pussy lips into the hot cavern of his mouth, and teased them with his tongue. When he inserted a finger inside of her, Brandy nearly came undone at the feel of his thick digit moving in and out of her wet cunt. He added another finger, and she felt her breath leave her. God, why was she reacting like this to them? She didn’t know them at all. Kyle twisted and pulled at her nipples before laving them with his hot tongue. Her tits burned with sensations that streaked like lightning to her pussy. It seemed like everything he did to her ignited her blood even more. He sucked her nipples in hard, then lightly, flicking his tongue across their tender peaks. It awakened some primal need inside of her for more. She wanted more of everything. West began fucking her in earnest with his fingers while his mouth did sinful things to her pussy. When he sucked her clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, she detonated. And woke up panting from the dream. Her legs were wet as if it had actually happened. Her fingers smelled of her pussy juices. She’d

 

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been masturbating in her sleep. She couldn’t believe it. Even her nipples were tender. Never had she ever had an erotic dream like that. It had all seemed so real to her. She could almost feel Kyle’s hot breath on her breasts and feel West’s fingers in her cunt. Brandy couldn’t figure out why she was dreaming about them, and hadn’t realized she’d remembered so much about them after only having met them briefly at the diner. God, she was so turned on. She would never get back to sleep like this. Brandy laid back and began to lightly finger her clit as she massaged her breasts with the other hand. She could still see them in her head, their massive bodies nude, and sporting cocks hot, hard, and heavy. She could imagine their balls tight in their sacs. She wanted to touch them. Her fingers moved faster as she grew closer thinking about all that male flesh, hers for the taking. When she was about to come, she pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time and climaxed hard enough that she saw stars behind her closed eyelids. It seemed to go on and on, but soon she was no longer floating. She was alone in her bed wishing for the two bikers to be there with her instead. **** West waited for the hot water to replenish before he stepped into the bathroom. Kyle had finished and was in bed. He always needed time to relax after a bike ride or some other event before he could stand for anything to touch his skin other than his clothes. He blamed it on laying in slime for nearly eight hours when he’d been injured before Kyle had found him. He had to convince himself he wasn’t washing off slime with the road dirt. This time, it was different. He needed to calm down after having found the woman of his dreams. Literally. She’d been haunting his dreams for months now. Brandy was the spitting image of her. Kyle

 

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was attracted to her and knew she was special, but he didn’t realize she was the one for them yet. West wouldn’t enlighten him. He needed to figure it out on his own. He turned on the water after stripping. The water turned out to be scalding so he added more cold, and once the temperature was like he liked it, he stepped in and let the water drench him from head to toe. It always felt good to him after a long ride. The warmth seeped into his cold bones and soothed the muscular aches he lived with. She’s the one, we’ve been waiting for. How are you going to handle your need for her until she’s ready? You’ve got to hold it all in. You’ll overwhelm her. But she’s the one. West couldn’t talk himself into a calm state after having been so close to her. Instead, his dick stood straight out heavy and hard. He grasped it at the base and squeezed until a drop of pre-cum pearled at the top in the slit. He rubbed it around the swollen head and down the shaft. The water helped lubricate him as he slowly began tugging on his cock. He could imagine her lying on his bed with her body open to him, waiting on him to fuck her with his swollen cock. She’d beg for it as he’d readied her almost to completion. Kyle would have his cock at her mouth, waiting for West to take her. Together they would bring her as she’d never come before. There were things two men could do for a woman that only one couldn’t. They would give her everything she deserved, and then give her more. West pulled his throbbing cock harder and faster as he felt the first stirrings of his climax deep in his balls. His spine tightened and his dick made more cum. He tightened his grip on his cock and pumped the shaft harder as he felt his balls draw up. Her dripping pussy would welcome him when he slid into her. His cock would burn as she tightened around him. He would go deep and bump her cervix with each thrust of his dick inside her wet cunt. Just the thought of her wet and hot for him drew his balls even tighter, and he felt the electricity crawl down his spine to his balls until he erupted into his hand and across to the shower wall. His cum dripped between

 

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his fingers as he rubbed his dick with it, wishing it were her pussy juices from when he’d made her come as well. Gasping for breath, West cleaned up once he could move again and climbed out of the shower to dry off. He slept nude as did Kyle so he climbed into bed and wondered if he would sleep and if he did, would he dream of her. “Get some rest, West. We’ll see her tomorrow. I’m sure of it.” Kyle turned over in bed to face the other way. West lay there a long time thinking about her and wondering how she would react to them wanting to date her, to both of them wanting to date her. This was a small town. She might be totally appalled, or she might just turn her nose up at them. Surely if she were the one, she wouldn’t do that. West finally drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Brandy on his mind. **** Sunday afternoon, she clocked in at the diner and began bussing tables from the noon crowd. Sandy was still seeing to three tables of families. She would be busy for a while, so it was up to Brandy to clean and set up the rest of the room. By the time she had finished, Sandy had the others checked out and was cleaning her tables. “How was the crowd today?” she asked the other waitress. “Not as big as usual, but several of them were picky today for some reason.” “Hope it’s not an omen for the rest of the afternoon and night. I don’t handle picky people too well,” Brandy confessed. “Hell, you handle everything without batting an eyelash.” Sandy headed for the clock, but stopped and turned around. “I almost forgot. Hal woke up with a stomach virus or something and won’t be in. Jim’s going to fill in. Figured you would want to know.” “Great, just what I need tonight,” she griped.

 

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Jim was the biggest pervert in town. He hit on anyone and everyone. It didn’t matter if they were too young or too old or too married. She’d had words with him on several occasions and had requested the night shift to get away from him. He just grossed her out with his grabby hands. The owners wouldn’t fire him because he was the only short order cook they had that worked anytime they needed him. “You’ll be okay. Just ignore him and keep busy.” “Pray that I will be busy, so he’ll stay back in the back and leave me alone. I’d hate to have to bust his balls.” She’d do it, too, if he didn’t keep his hands off of her. “Good luck. I’m out of here.” Sandy hung her apron on the peg by the back door and clocked out. Brandy hurried back up front and busied herself cleaning salt and pepper shakers, ketchup bottles, and napkin holders. When the bell over the door rang she looked up and nearly died. It was the two bikers from her dream. What were they doing there so early in the afternoon? It was only three. “Hi, sit wherever you want. What can I get you to drink?” She tried to sound confident. “Sweet tea, and pie if you have it.” Kyle took a seat, smiling at her. “We’ve got lemon, pecan, and apple.” “I’ll have pecan,” Kyle said. “Lemon.” West gave her a slow, dangerous-looking smile. His smile seemed to turn her insides upside down. She hurried back to the counter and proceeded to fill their tea glasses and cut pie for them. She brought it all back at one time on a tray. She hoped she didn’t end up dumping it all over them. When she made it safely to their table and had delivered her load, she returned to cleaning the counter while stealing glances their way. Once, Kyle caught her and smiled. She felt her face turn hot and red, and ducked in the back to rinse out her cloth.

 

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“Hey there, Brandy girl. What you doing tonight after work?” Jim pushed up against her as she rinsed out the cloth. She stepped back from him and squeezed out the rag. “I’m busy tonight like always, Jim.” He grabbed her arm and squeezed a little. “Come on. You know you want a piece of me.” “Like I want a bullet to the brain, Jim. Let go of me.” He let go when the bell on the door rang, but he leered at her chest, smacking his lips. Brandy hurried out to see about her next guests. It turned out to be the elderly Sims sisters, there for their Sunday afternoon coffee and pie. She’d almost forgotten about them. Once she’d taken care of them, she took the tea pitcher over to the two bikers’ table and filled up their glasses again. West suddenly growled and took her wrist, pulling the tea pitcher out of her hand. “Who did that to you?” he demanded. “What?” She had no idea what he was talking about. Kyle touched her arm where Jim had grabbed her. “This. You’ve got a mark on your arm. It wasn’t there earlier.” “I ran into the cooler door when I was in the back,” she lied. “It looks more like a handprint to me.” West let go of her arm and stared deep into her eyes. “Please, no trouble. I’m fine.” She grabbed the tea pitcher and hurried to grab the coffeepot to refill the Sims sisters’ cups. She tried to calm her racing heart. They hadn’t scared her. She’d been almost afraid of what they might do to Jim, and that was really sad. She’d felt cared about, though. That shook her up almost as much as just being near them did. They finished their tea and walked up to pay their tab. “The pie was wonderful. Thanks for cutting such big pieces for us.” Kyle smiled at her and paid for both of them. West eased up closer to the register and leaned in. “If someone is bothering you, we’ll be happy to convince him to leave you alone.”

 

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“No one is bothering me,” she said a little too high. She couldn’t keep the nervous flutter out of her voice. “We’ll see you later, Brandy,” Kyle told her, and the two of them walked out of the diner. She let out a sigh of relief then hurried over to see what the Sims sisters wanted. “Those two rough-looking men were very kind to worry about you,” Etta, the older one, said. “We all know how Jim is, and he’s obviously the one working today.” Emma, her sister, nodded her head. “I’m fine. I can handle Jim.” “We were just commenting that those two young men seemed really taken by you. Maybe you should primp up some for the next time they come in.” Etta smiled up at her. “I don’t think they’re my type.” “Nonsense, anyone who would defend a young lady is a good man. You can’t always go by how they look on the outside. It’s what is on the inside you have to consider.” Brandy nodded and gave them their tickets. She checked them out as several others wandered into the diner. She was busy the rest of the afternoon and evening. When nine o’clock came, she had already cleaned everything and had the front looking spic and span. She’d been lucky not to have a customer the last fifteen minutes before she locked up for the night. She went to the back of the diner and hollered at Jim. “I’m leaving now. I’ll lock the door behind me.” She hated the fact that she had to walk to the back to clock out. “There’s bikers in town. You don’t need to be out by yourself at night. You know what happened to you last time.” Jim liked to rub it in that she’d been attacked. “I’ll be fine. Night, Jim.” She clocked out and turned around to find him looming over her.

 

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“I’ll walk you home. You don’t need to be out alone. I’ve finished everything up.” He grabbed her arm again. She jerked her arm loose and went for the back door. She never went out that way because that was where she’d been attacked. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was getting away from Jim. She unlocked the deadbolt and hurried through the door before slamming it behind her. She nearly ran toward her house only to have Jim catch up with her. “You are one crazy lady,” he complained. “Do you know you nearly closed my hand up in that fucking door?” “Sorry, I’m in a hurry to get home. I want to watch the news on TV.” He grabbed her arm and began walking with her in a hurried stride. She pulled against him. “Let me go, Jim. I mean it. I don’t like you touching me.” She pulled against him. “Just what do you like, anyway, Brandy? Maybe you just don’t like men. You never date.” “How would you know if I dated or not?” She had a sneaky suspicion she wasn’t going to like his answer. “I watch you. You don’t have men over, and you don’t go out. I bet you enjoy those toys you get in the mail, don’t you?” “You’re looking at my mail?” She wrenched her arm away from him and rubbed it. “You get some interesting packages.” “Leave me the hell alone, Jim. I mean it.” She started walking off, and he grabbed her around the waist this time. Suddenly the sounds of running feet reached them and Jim took the opportunity that her lack of attention gave him to wrap his arms around her tighter. She struggled, getting ready to scream, when someone grabbed Jim from behind and jerked him free of her. Someone else gently held

 

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her in their arms as the other man hit Jim twice before letting him drop to the ground. “Are you okay?” It was Kyle and West. “Yeah, thanks. I’m fine.” “What are you doing walking home alone at night?” “It’s usually safe, and Jim isn’t usually so aggressive. This has never happened before with him.” She shivered and looked at where Jim was slowly getting to his feet, holding his nose. “I’m going to press charges for hitting me,” he was whining. “And I’ll tell the sheriff why you got hit.” She wasn’t going to let Kyle and West get into trouble because of her. “Come on. We’ll walk you the rest of the way home,” West said, taking one of her hands in his. Kyle took the other and they kept her between them. He squeezed her hand briefly. “Where do you live?” Kyle asked. “Just up the street here. It’s not a long walk, and usually Hal is working, so if it’s raining or I’m too tired to walk, he gives me a ride home.” She was babbling. Maybe Jim had upset her worse than she’d thought. “It’s not safe anywhere for a young woman to be out walking alone at night,” Kyle told her. “I guess not.” She turned toward her house. “This is it. I really appreciate your help with Jim. If you have any trouble with the sheriff, tell him to come see me. I’ll vouch for you.” “We shouldn’t have trouble. Come on under the light and let us see how bad you’re hurt.” West walked up the steps to her porch and pulled her gently after him. Kyle followed and they inspected her arms where Jim had held her. “You’re going to have bruises there. I should have given him more than a broken nose,” West fumed. “Look at those marks.” “I’m fine, really. I’ve had worse. Thanks again for helping me.”

 

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Chapter Three He couldn’t help it. She called to him. West leaned in and kissed her. Gentle at first, it grew deeper when she opened to him. He felt Kyle move in to flank her, kissing her neck and along her jaw. She tasted like cotton candy at a fair. He wanted to gorge himself on her, but knew he was rushing things. He gently pulled back and noted that Kyle did the same. “I–I,” she stuttered. “I know we’re rushing things, but we want to take you out. Maybe to that steak house you mentioned. Would you let us?” Kyle always talked for them. He seemed to know what to say. West never knew what to say. He was rough around the edges, and knew it. That might be why they worked so well together, why they were like brothers. He didn’t know, but he let Kyle lead. “Out? You mean like a date?” she asked, clearly flustered. “Right. A date,” Kyle said. He ran his finger along the edge of her jaw. “I don’t know. Um, both of you?” “Both of us,” West confirmed. He tried to keep his voice smooth, but he knew some of the roughness carried through. “When?” She popped her hand over her mouth as if she hadn’t meant to say it. “Whenever you’re off next.” Kyle smiled at her. “I–I’m off tomorrow.” “Then how ’bout we pick you up tomorrow at seven and we’ll go have steak?” Kyle asked. “Um, okay. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

 

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“Wear jeans, Brandy.” West thought he might need to remind her that they were on bikes. “Good night, Brandy. Go on inside and lock your door.” Kyle tapped the door drawing her attention. “Oh, okay.” She fumbled with her keys, but managed to get the door unlocked and slipped inside. West listened for the locks to turn. Once he heard them, he breathed easier. He didn’t trust that Jim wouldn’t come back. He should have put him down for the count. But they didn’t need attention. Who was to say they wouldn’t end up in jail over this as it was? “She’s actually going out with us.” Kyle sounded amazed. “I sure wouldn’t have believed it this soon.” West walked down the steps of the porch and followed Kyle toward their bikes. They’d parked close to the diner to follow her home so they would know where she lived. “It was that damn kiss you gave her, West. What did you put on your lips tonight, a love potion?” Kyle teased him. “Fuck you, Kyle.” “We’d better tell Cole what we managed to get ourselves into tonight before the sheriff comes calling.” Kyle mounted his bike and started it up. West grimaced. He hated to get Cole all up in arms about something. The man had a rotten temper. He could do without riling him. Following behind Kyle, he thought about the kiss and damn near ran a red light doing it. Kyle winked at him, and he shot him the bird. They pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and met Ranger, Neal, and Shane walking toward their rooms. “Where you been?” Neal asked. “Courting,” Kyle told him with a grin. “That pretty redhead from the diner?” Shane asked. “Yeah, we’re taking her out tomorrow night,” West supplied.

 

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“You’re fucking me. Really? Man, you guys worked fast.” Ranger shook his head. “Cole in his room?” Kyle asked. “Yeah, got back about an hour ago.” West followed Kyle over to their room and carded in. Then Kyle knocked on the connecting door. Zack answered it. “Where you dudes been?” he asked. “Why?” West instantly didn’t like the question. Kyle clapped him on the back as a warning to calm down. “Out,” Kyle said. “Is Cole around?” “Yeah, I’m here. You better get your asses in here and explain to me why the sheriff was over here earlier.” Kyle dropped his head and Zack snickered. West growled at both of them. He didn’t see why he should have to explain shit to anyone. Kyle looked over at him with a warning stare. “We ride together, we work together, and we answer to each other.” He followed Kyle into the other room. Cole was laid back in the bed watching something on TV. He stretched his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall. “So?” he prompted. “We were out riding and decided to catch Brandy, the waitress from the diner, as she was leaving to ask her out. We missed her, but heard her yelling at someone to let her go. We ran over there and found some guy with his arms around her. She was obviously not happy about it, either. West pulled him off of her, and we walked her home. End of story.” Kyle crossed his arms and planted his feet wide. “So you didn’t break his fucking nose?” Cole asked West. “I should have broken his fucking neck. She had bruises on her.” “Hell, fine. The sheriff was friendly enough, but wanted to warn us to keep a low profile. Seems he knows the trouble this Jim guy causes.” Cole pulled the chair from the desk out and straddled it backwards. “So, did you ask her out?”

 

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“We’re taking her out to a steak house over in Searcy,” West told him. “Never known you to work so fast before,” Cole said, looking at Kyle. “She’s special. Don’t want to waste a minute of time that we could be spending with her.” Kyle shrugged. “How special?” Cole asked, sitting up and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. “Special,” West answered. “Fuck. You’re looking at more than the six weeks we’re here, aren’t you?” Cole demanded. “So, what if we are?” “Just fuck, that’s all.” Cole looked over at Kyle. “You in this, or is this just West?” “I’m all the way in. She’s the one for us, if we can convince her.” Kyle uncrossed his arms and turned to go. Zack stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Good luck. Both of you.” “Thanks, we’ll need it. She’s scared of us even though she agreed to go out with us. I’m not sure why.” Kyle looked over at West. West nodded and they left. He wanted to lie down and relax. He was wound tighter than a damn spring. He’d never get to sleep like this. His cock was rock hard, and had been ever since that kiss. Kyle switched on the TV and jumped on his bed. He stretched out and grabbed the remote to switch channels. West watched him for a few minutes then decided he had to know. “Are you just going along with me because I chose her, or do you really feel something for her?” **** “Why are you asking me this, West? Don’t we always work together? We’ve been a team for years now.” Kyle wondered what

 

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was wrong with West. He’d been acting out of character ever since they’d seen Brandy. “Because if you don’t really think she’s the one, then we have a problem. I don’t want you going along and then somewhere down the line decide you were wrong and want out. It would hurt her. It would piss me off.” “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it, West. You should know me well enough by now to know I would have said something. What gives?” “You aren’t acting like she’s gotten under your skin like you tend to do when you’re around someone you’re really interested in. If you’re really interested in her, you should be driving me fucking crazy about her.” “I figure I need to have a head about me with you so enamored with her. You can come on a bit strong, and sometimes I have to calm things down. I don’t need to have my cock ruling my brain right now, ’cause yours is.” Kyle stared at his friend hard. West drew in a deep breath and nodded. “You’re right. I’m fucked up where she’s concerned. I want her under us soon. I need to know she’s ours.” “And that is the reason I’m controlling myself right now. She’s spooked. I’m not sure why she agreed to go with us tomorrow night, but she’s scared of us. I think she said yes out of appreciation that we’d helped her. We’ve got to take it easy with her, West, or we’ll lose her for sure.” “I know. I’ve been trying to tell my dick that for the last twentyfour hours.” “Mine isn’t too accommodating either,” Kyle said. “So what are we going to do tomorrow night when we pick her up?” “She can ride with you. Then she can ride back with me. We treat her like a princess and find out all we can about her before we take her home. As to what after that, I think that is going to depend on how

 

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she responds to us. If she’s receptive, maybe we screw around a little and get her used to us. If she’s too nervous, a few kisses, and we let her go.” Kyle knew that wouldn’t go well with West. His buddy was head over heels in love. It was obvious by the way he reacted to her and around her. “Hell, turning away is going to be hard as hell.” “Don’t I know it. I’m hard enough now to pound nails.” Kyle found a movie and dropped the remote back on the nightstand. “What are we going to do when we catch her, Kyle?” Kyle wasn’t expecting that question from West. The man was always so self-assured and had everything in its place in his head. That he wasn’t square with this only proved he was in deep. “Love her. The rest will depend on her. If she’s dead set on living here, I guess we move here. If she’ll move, we move her to our place back in Texas.” “What about the gang? We’ve always ridden together and worked together.” “If we take this woman home with us, I’m looking at having a family, West. What about you?” Kyle asked. “Fuck, you mean kids and everything?” Kyle snorted and tried not to laugh. West was in deep. “Yeah, kids and everything.” “I guess I hadn’t thought that far ahead. She’d probably want children. I would love to see her round with our baby.” “So you’re okay with it?” Kyle could tell West was more than okay with it. His eyes had gone soft. “Yeah, we’ve got a plan.” **** Brandy stood with her back against the door for a long time trying to figure out what she’d just done. She’d just agreed to go out with not one, but two, bikers. Had Jim scared her that badly that she would

 

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make that big of a mistake? She didn’t date, and she sure as hell didn’t date bikers. Where had her mind gone when she was saying yes? She swallowed and double-checked the locks on her door, then nearly ran to the back door to check the locks there as well. She was as safe as she was likely to get, she told herself. But what about tomorrow night when they picked her up? Face it. You’ve lost your mind. You’re attracted to them, and you know it. What are you going to do when they want sex? They’re going to want sex. That’s all men want anyway, and they are bikers. She guessed she would cross that bridge when she came to it. They’d more than likely run like hell the first time she went crazy when they touched her. Then she hadn’t gone crazy when West had kissed her earlier. What was up with that? The man oozed sex and danger, yet she had responded to him. She’d been too upset over Jim to really know what she had been doing. If he’d done that out of the blue, she would have freaked out. She was sure of it, wasn’t she? Brandy wasn’t sure of anything anymore. The fact that she was attracted to them bothered her, especially when she hadn’t been attracted to any man since her attack three years earlier. It seemed like yesterday some nights, and others, it was as if it had happened to someone else and she had watched it in a movie. She dreamed about it periodically, much less than when it had first happened. She’d had nightmares for months afterward. She’d worked late at the diner that night because they’d had a bowling league descend on them at closing. It was close to midnight when she started out to go home. She left by way of the back door, like always. She’d come to the hedges that encircled the back parking lot when two burly guys walked out and stopped her. They’d been bikers she’d seen periodically around the diner. They were dirty and crude, and she had been wary of them then. Now she was scared

 

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shitless. They began pushing her around. Talking about what they were going to do with her. When she started to scream, one of them had knocked her to the ground. They stole her purse. She would never forget the pure terror that they were going to kill her. Then Hal had come outside to get in his truck and found her, having scared them off. She hadn’t used the back door since, and for over a year, she’d driven back and forth to work or let Hal take her home. When Hal had become too friendly, she’d started walking again, but only walked out the front where all the light was. There were plenty of lights down her street, or she wouldn’t have walked at all. Nothing had happened since then until Jim had attacked her that night. She would be taking her car from now on. Screw saving gas. It wasn’t that far a drive. She could afford a few cents in gas to be safe. None of this helped her decide what to do about the two bikers who were taking her out the next night, though. She had said yes. She could always change her mind, but that went against her sense of right and wrong. She had agreed, and they’d saved her from Jim. She owed it to them to go through with it. The fact was, she wanted to go out with them. What if they wanted to have sex afterward? She was no closer to the answer on how to handle that than she had been in the first place. Brandy sighed and walked into her bedroom to get ready for bed. She would sleep on it, and maybe she would know how to handle them in the morning. Unless you have another dream like last night. Then you might just jump their bones. Not hardly. She wasn’t going to throw herself at them for sure. She pulled off her clothes and turned on the shower. The water felt wonderful on her tired, achy muscles. She needed to soak her feet but was too tired to wait to do that. Instead, she began washing and slowly ended up rubbing her aching nipples with the rough bath cloth. They peaked and ached to be sucked. She drew one up to her mouth

 

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and nipped at it, then drew it into her mouth and sucked. She slid her other hand down to her pussy and began sliding two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Her juices began to seep down her leg to be washed away by the shower. It didn’t take long for her clit to become engorged with need. She rubbed gently over it a few times, but stopped short of bringing herself to climax. She wanted it to last. Somewhere in all of it, her mind focused on Kyle and West. She imagined them sucking her breasts at the same time, nipping her nipples before sucking them hard into their mouths. Brandy groaned at the thought of them licking her pussy. She wanted to feel their mouths on her at the same time. Would they do that? Would they both suck at her wet juices, or would they be too shy with each other? Where had this vixen come from? She finally couldn’t stand it any longer, and twisted her nipple at the same time she pressed hard against her clit. She climaxed, nearly falling in the shower. She slid down the wall as she continued to ride her orgasm, still gripping her nipple and her clit until the pleasure turned uncomfortable. What was going on with her? She could count on her hand how often she had masturbated in the last month. Even the sex toys she’d bought hadn’t done it for her. Now all of a sudden she was coming twice in one week. Maybe those bikers were good for her. Maybe she should consider having sex with them after all.

 

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Chapter Four Kyle and West worked hard the next day at the construction site. The workers already there weren’t pleased at having the help for some reason. There was a bonus for them if they finished the job ahead of schedule, and right now, they were behind. Kyle kept having to double-check things because if he left something for even a second to get more supplies, whatever he was working on was screwed up when he got back. At lunch break, they all converged and talked about it. It seemed like they were all having the same problem. They didn’t know whether to go to the foreman over the job site or not because they didn’t know if he was a part of it. Was it because they were bikers, or just that they were called in to help? “If someone screws up my wall again, I’m liable to bust some heads,” Shane complained. “No violence.” Cole laid down the law. “We want to keep working for this company, so we work around it. I say we work in teams from now on. It will slow us down, but double-doing things is doing that already.” Everyone mumbled but paired up and got back to work. There were no more problems with their work after that, but Kyle wasn’t holding his breath. Something was going on, and it hadn’t just stopped because they had put a stop to one set of screwups. Whoever was at the bottom of it would find another way to sabotage the work. They called it a day at five and loaded up the tools in the toolshed before climbing on their bikes and heading to the hotel. Kyle and West planned to shower, then go pick Brandy up at seven. He was

 

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actually a little nervous about it. Had she come up with a reason she couldn’t go? Would she do that? “Hurry up in the shower, man. We don’t have a lot of time.” West sounded nervous, too. He laughed to himself. Two grown bikers nervous about taking a lady on a date. Cole and the others would crack a nut laughing at them. He jumped in the shower and out again in record time. He hadn’t even dried off before West was in the shower cussing the cooler water. They were both dressed and ready by six forty. It gave them a few minutes to relax, as if they would. Kyle looked over at where West was pacing. The only reason he wasn’t, too, was because the room wasn’t big enough for both of them to do it. He realized he was tapping his knee instead. He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Man, we need a drink,” Kyle said. “No way I’m drinking with her on the back.” West looked appalled. “I wasn’t suggesting we get one, only that we needed one to calm us down. I’ve never been this antsy before about taking a woman out. What in the hell is wrong with us?” “She’s important. She’s not just some chick we’re going to screw, and then move on to the next town.” Leave it to West to nail it. Kyle sighed and checked his watch again. Five minutes. Fuck it. They could go and be a little early. She might invite them in to wait on her. “Let’s go. I’m tired of waiting around.” “Hell yeah.” West opened the door and was on his bike before Kyle even got out the door. They pulled up outside Brandy’s house with two minutes on the clock. They dismounted and climbed the steps to the front porch. Kyle knocked, and they waited. He worried there for a minute that she wasn’t home. Then the door opened with the chain on it. She gave

 

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them a tentative smile and closed the door. He heard the chain scrape, and then she opened the door enough to walk through it. She had on a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly. They weren’t skintight, nor were they loose. She wore a waist-length blouse of navy blue, with a ruffled neckline, and ruffles that flowed down her arms. He thought she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. West smiled at her, then leaned in and unfastened her hair. Kyle cringed inside. What would she do? “Sorry, but you can’t wear a ponytail with a helmet,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t think of that. Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip. Kyle’s dick went from hard as a rock to man of steel in less than a second. “You look great,” Kyle finally managed to get out. “Are you ready?” “Let me lock the door.” She pulled out a single key from her jeans and locked up before slipping it back into her pocket. “You’re riding there with me,” West told her, and held out his hand. She hesitated for a split second, then nodded and took his hand. He led her to his bike. “Have you ever ridden a bike before?” “No.” West explained where to put her feet and how to climb on. He put her helmet on her and fastened the chin strap. Then he got on and cranked it before looking back at her and nodded for her to climb up. She walked closer and put her hands on his shoulder as she climbed on back. Then she lightly held on to his hips. Kyle walked over and took her hands and wrapped them around West’s waist. “You need to hold on, because you could easily fall off. Starts and stops can be dangerous if you’re not holding on tight. You won’t hurt him.” “Okay.” Her eyes were as round as saucers.

 

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Kyle climbed on and cranked his bike. They pulled out and rode toward the highway. He wondered what it felt like to have her plastered to his back like she was against West right then. He’d get his turn on the way back. Right then, he needed to concentrate on riding, and not daydreaming about breasts pressing against his back. **** Brandy was terrified at first, but as they rode, she loosened up some and enjoyed the ride. West didn’t speed or weave in and out on the road. She had to admit that having her hands wrapped around his waist like she did was exciting. She could feel how ripped he was. Tight, hard muscles beneath her hands moved when he moved. She could feel him breathe, and enjoyed the feel of his hard back against her breasts. She thought about how it would feel without clothes and nearly lost her hold of him. He quickly grasped her hands and held on to her. “You okay back there?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just forgot to hold on for a second.” “Be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he called back. She smiled to herself. They both seemed so nice. Maybe she was just stereotyping them because of her experience. Still, she needed to be on her guard. They could just be buttering her up. Yeah, and you know you want more than a peck on the cheek after the night is over. But she didn’t have to dive into bed with them, either. Maybe they wouldn’t even want to go to bed with her. They might decide after dinner that they really weren’t interested. She knew that had to be a total laugh. What man wouldn’t be interested in sex? It was about all they thought about. Even Cosmo said that. They pulled into the steak house parking lot, and the men parked under a light. As soon as West cut the engine, she swung her leg off

 

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and nearly stumbled getting down. Kyle was just there holding her steady. “Thanks,” she said. “Hope you’re hungry,” West said as he took her hand in his and led her toward the building. “Starved, actually. I’ve been doing housework all day.” They walked in and were taken to a table near the center of the room. She’d kind of hoped for one out of the way, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She felt self-conscious about being with two men eating out. Sitting in the middle of the room only made her more nervous. “See anything you’re interested in?” Kyle asked. “It all looks good. I’m thinking about the porterhouse,” West said. “I’ll have a rib eye, I think. The small one. I won’t be able to eat it and the baked potato as it is.” Brandy hoped she would be able to do it justice once it came. She was starved, but she was also so nervous her stomach was doing flip-flops with frogs leaping around in the bottom. “Sounds good.” The waitress arrived and took their orders, then returned in a few seconds with their drinks. Both men ordered the porterhouse steaks medium rare, with potatoes. She ordered hers medium, with a potato as well. Once the waitress had left, she wondered what to do next. She hadn’t been on a date in years. They’d never turned out well, so she had quit even trying. There just weren’t that many men in Sunset worth dating. “How long have you lived in Sunset?” Kyle asked. “About five years. Seems like longer sometimes.” “Where were you before that?” West was next. “Memphis, Tennessee.” She looked at them and asked, “What about you two? Where are you all from?” “I’m originally from Montana,” Kyle told her.

 

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“I’m from Texas. That’s where we both live now when we’re not on the road, working.” West took a drink of his tea. “Ever been to Texas?” Kyle seemed to watching her closely for some reason. “No, I’ve really never been anywhere other than here and the road to here.” “We’ve been all over the U.S. working on different job sites.” Kyle smiled and leaned closer. “Would you like to see more of the states if you had the chance?” “Oh, I’d love to. I sort of started out doing that when I left Memphis, but I got here and was tired, so I stayed. It’s a nice little town, really. Not far from several larger cities if you want to go to shop or something.” She felt like she was babbling again. “Do you have any family?” West asked. “No, I mean, there are some cousins somewhere around, but I don’t really know them. My parents died when I was a teenager, and I went to live with an aunt until I turned eighteen. I’ve been on my own ever since.” Brandy hoped she didn’t sound pathetic. “West and I don’t have families, either. That’s why we’ve been happy enough traveling around with the gang working construction. It’s getting old, though,” Kyle told her. “I guess if you do nothing but go from one place to another it would get old. It’s not the same as traveling to see the sights, is it?” she asked. “No, it’s a lot different. Sometimes we’ll swing through an area, like we did the Grand Canyon, but for the most part, it’s a hotel, the work site, and a diner somewhere.” West drained his ice tea glass and Brandy started to get up and get him some more. “Whoa, you’re not the waitress tonight. You’re the customer. She’ll be back around in a minute.” Kyle smiled at her obvious discomfort at having been caught. It was a habit with her. “Thanks, though,” West said.

 

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When their food arrived, all conversation stopped as they dug in. Brandy found she was able to eat a lot more than she had anticipated. The men really were easy to be around and had gone out of their way to make her feel comfortable around them, which meant she had more of an appetite than she’d expected. Once they had finished their meal, the men ordered dessert. She declined. “I’m really stuffed already. There’s no way I can eat anything more.” When the chocolate pie arrived, they both insisted she have a taste. First Kyle leaned over with a bite on his fork. She took it in her mouth and made “mmm” noises for him. He seemed to appreciate it. Then West leaned in with his bite. She took it and nodded her approval. He smiled and licked the fork after she’d let go of it. Something about that was so intimate it made her panties wet. They signaled for their check and Kyle paid. The two men led her through the maze of tables toward the exit. She realized then that she hadn’t noticed once if anyone had been staring at them. She guessed it really didn’t matter. She doubted she would be going out with them again, anyway. Even if they did ask her again, she was almost certain she would turn them down. She just couldn’t go out with two men at once. She liked both of them a great deal just in the short time she’d known them, so she couldn’t pick one over the other. She just wouldn’t date them at all. Once outside, they each took a hand and walked her to the bikes. Kyle climbed on his bike and West helped her with her helmet before making sure she was able to climb on the back with Kyle. Then he mounted up on his own. They pulled out of the parking lot and back out onto the highway. This time, they took their time driving back to Sunset. She worried for a few seconds that they weren’t taking her back, but when the sign saying Welcome to Sunset appeared, she let out a breath.

 

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They pulled up outside her house and she eased off the bike. This time West was there to steady her. He unstrapped her helmet and brushed her hair from her face. He and Kyle walked Brandy to her door, and when she pulled out her key to unlock the house, Kyle took it and did it for her. He handed her the key and leaned in to kiss her. She couldn’t help it. She leaned forward wanting the kiss as desperately as she wanted to know what it would be like between them. He sipped at her lips. She leaned closer until they touched from mouth to thighs. He licked along the seam of her lips, and when she opened to him, he slid his tongue in alongside hers. They played with each other, and then he sucked hers into his mouth to tease it with his. Then he slipped his tongue back into her mouth and mimicked fucking her in slow, easy pumps. She moaned into his kiss. Then he pulled back. Brandy couldn’t help but feel his cock against her pelvis. It made her both nervous and excited all at the same time. West pulled her into his arms for a kiss. He was a little more aggressive. Kyle eased up behind her and nibbled at her neck, licking and sucking along the long line between her ear to her shoulder. Both he and West pulled back at the same time. She whimpered at the loss of their warmth. They weren’t pressing her, she could tell. It was up to her. She made a snap decision she was sure was ruled by her hormones and invited them in. “Would you like some coffee?” “Thanks, if you’re sure, we’d love some.” Kyle rubbed her shoulder with his hand. She licked her lip and opened the door so they could come in. West closed and locked the door behind them. She knew it was the right thing to do, but somehow hearing the door lock sliding into place amped up her nervousness. “Um, make yourself at home while I make the coffee.” She hurried to the kitchen and set up the coffeepot.

 

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She sighed once she had it going and turned around to find both men in the little kitchen with her, leaning back against her bar. They crowded the kitchen, as large as they were. Brandy wasn’t sure what to say or do. Kyle seemed to understand, so he took her hand and pulled her from the kitchen back into the living room where he sat her down on the couch between him and West. “Honesty here, Brandy.” “Okay.” “We want to make love to you, but I think it’s too soon. Will you let us pleasure you instead?” Kyle ran a thumb across her lips and down her jaw. “P–Pleasure me? How?” She couldn’t imagine them not wanting to fuck her. “I want to suck those sweet breasts and play with them,” Kyle told her. “I need to taste your sweet cream. I can smell you from here. You’re excited.” West leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I want to touch you. Will you let me do that?” “Baby, you can do anything you want to us,” West assured her. “Um, the coffee is ready.” She started to stand. “It can wait. Let us love you, Brandy.” Kyle’s eyes seemed to plead with her. She found herself nodding. They were on her faster than lightning.

 

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Chapter Five West couldn’t wait to touch her, taste her. He began unbuttoning her blouse, only slowing down when Kyle touched his shoulder. They both caressed her skin as soon as they uncovered it. West turned her so that her back faced Kyle, so that he could unfasten her bra. Then they both began licking and kissing her breasts. Kyle latched on to one and began sucking while West tongued and sucked on the other one. He unfastened her jeans and pulled away from her breast to help her stand so he could remove her jeans. Kyle pointed out that they needed to remove her shoes first. He grinned at himself. He was way too nervous. He needed to slow down and think before he did something totally inappropriate this soon in their relationship. Once the shoes were off, he pulled down her jeans and then removed her socks. He massaged her feet and legs until he had her stretched out on the couch. “This isn’t going to work. Would you mind if we took you to your bed? I promise we aren’t going to fuck you.” West saw Kyle wince at his words. He couldn’t help it. He was rough. Kyle was the smooth one. “It’s down at the end of the hall on the left.” West breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t taken offense at what he had said, after all. Kyle looked relieved as well. He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the queen-sized mattress. There was no footboard or headboard to get in the way. Kyle climbed on the bed and began to love her breasts with kisses and sucks and nips. She moaned and held his head to her.

 

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West smiled and knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her toward him, so that he could get to her sweet pussy. Her heady aroma went straight to his already hard cock. He leaned in and blew across her wet cunt. Then he sucked in her pussy lips one after the other. He licked them clean of her sweet juices. She tasted of a tangy honey. Her clit called to him, but he refused to give in right then. Instead he licked up and down her slit, gathering her juices on his tongue. As fast as he licked them up, she made more. He flicked his tongue once over her clit and she bucked beneath him. Using two fingers, he entered Brandy’s cunt and began to slowly push in and out, searching for her hot spot as he moved within her. When he found it, she bucked again, and whimpered this time. He looked up to see Kyle pinching and nipping at her nipples now. He could tell she was close by the way her cunt was squeezing his fingers. He nodded at Kyle that he was ready. West leaned in and sucked in her clit as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He caught her swollen bud between his teeth, and stroked the bundle of nerves with his tongue over and over until she was screaming her climax. He slowly let her down with long, slow licks and easy pumps of his fingers until she moaned. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth as she watched. “You are so beautiful when you come, Brandy. I love watching your eyes cloud over and your mouth open. We could make you come all night and not get tired of it,” Kyle told her. “I’ve never come like that before. I mean with oral sex.” “Then we’re glad we could be your first.” West was secretly proud of the fact. If he had his way, they would be the only ones to touch her with their mouths. “I want to touch you,” she reminded them. “However you want us,” he assured her. “Take off your shirts.” She seemed more confident now. They each pulled off their T-shirts in one smooth move. “Lay on your backs.” She moved closer to them.

 

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They lay on the bed on their backs. She studied them for a few seconds, then knelt between them and touched them over their hearts with the palms of her hands. She played in the chest hair for long seconds before tracing the hair down to their waist where it disappeared into the waistband of their jeans. Then she startled West by leaning in and licking the flat disk of his nipple. He moaned. She licked it again then moved to the other one. It felt so damn good. He hadn’t realized how sensitive he was there. He liked it. Brandy leaned over Kyle and repeated the gesture on him. He jerked, then groaned and relaxed as she played with the other nipple with her finger. Then she returned to West’s and tormented him with her mouth and fingers. When she licked a line between them and then down to his jeans, he grabbed her head. “Baby, if you don’t want to do anything else, stop now. I can’t handle much more.” West was on edge now. “You haven’t come, and you’re hard. I don’t feel right after you took such good care of me.” “We told you we wanted to take care of you. We didn’t expect anything in return,” Kyle reminded her. “Don’t worry about us. Let’s get you a nice warm bath, and then we’ll say good night.” West leaned in and kissed her again. He couldn’t get enough of her kisses. He let Kyle go run the water while he messaged her shoulders and back. Then he carried her into the bathroom and helped her into the tub. They bathed her, soothing her with their words and touch, hoping to put her at ease with them. Once she’d dressed in a pair of underwear and her sleeping Tshirt, they let themselves out and let her lock the door after them. Neither of them said a thing until they were on the road. “I can’t get enough of her, Kyle.” “I want her more than anything right now.” “When do we see her again?” West asked.

 

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“As soon as possible. We don’t want her to lose her acceptance of us.” “With her working nights and us working days, it’s going to be difficult. “ “I know. I think we should plan to escort her home each night. Nothing sexual, other than a kiss good night. Just make sure she gets home all right,” Kyle said. “Good idea. I like that. I don’t trust that Jim guy.” They pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked in front of their room. West had a hard-on to rival all hard-ons. He would have to take care of it before he’d ever get to sleep. But it was worth it to know they’d done the right thing. She hadn’t been ready for more. **** Brandy lay in the bed going back over the entire night. They’d been perfect gentleman all night until they’d taken her home. Then they’d been perfectly bad boys for her. She still couldn’t get over that they had given her a wild climax with their mouths and hadn’t expected it in return. They had no idea that she’d never done anything in her life except kiss, and sex that one time back in high school. She had no idea how to give a blow job, but she would give it her best shot. As relaxed as they’d left her, she could still feel their mouths on her. Kyle’s lips and teeth had pleasured her breasts until she thought she could have come just by that alone. He’d manipulated her breasts with care, but giving her just the right amount of stimulation by twisting them and pinching them to feel so damn good. She couldn’t wait for the next time. She stilled. What if there wasn’t a next time? What if they decided she wasn’t what they expected and didn’t want to see her again? Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. It would be devastating to her, since she’d finally gotten a little less wary of them. Hell, she was

 

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pretty used to their touch now. After all, they’d been intimate with her. West had eaten her pussy. She’d never have expected that in a million years. And when he’d finished, he had actually licked his fingers clean as if he really liked the taste of her. She couldn’t imagine him actually liking it. Would she like tasting them? All she knew right then was that she wanted to. She lay awake in bed for a long time wondering if she would be able to go through with sex with them, or if she’d freeze up and pull away. Despite her earlier plans to not have a relationship with them, she found that she was attracted to them more than she had thought. Going with two men was unconventional, but they wouldn’t be there much longer. She decided to take advantage of the situation and experience whatever they had to give. She wanted more than anything to have a sexual relationship with them. They were so good to her. They were nothing like the dirty bikers who’d attacked her. And they had jobs. She fell asleep to thoughts of them in her bed and what they would do to her the next time she saw them. **** Kyle cursed when he couldn’t find a hammer anywhere. The toolshed had been all but empty. The bastards had gotten there extra early, which was highly unusual. They’d evidently hidden the tools. Cole had had enough, evidently, because he got on the phone with the owner of the construction company and told them what was going on. Not long after that, tools reappeared so that they could begin work again. All in all, they’d lost nearly three hours of time. They weren’t going to get through in time for the bonus if things didn’t straighten out soon.

 

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He and West watched each other’s backs and were able to finish their walls without further incident. By five they were exhausted, but went ahead and worked until six to make up some of the time. On the drive back to the hotel, they cruised around the diner and noticed that Brandy had brought her car this time. Kyle was glad. She didn’t need to be walking back at night even though they planned to see her home. Still, she had to be dead on her feet for the walk home. He couldn’t help but wonder why she did it. “We’ve got time for a shower before we go and eat.” Kyle pulled into the hotel parking lot with West right behind him. “Looking forward to one, too.” They showered and dressed in clean jeans and T-shirts. They would need to do laundry tomorrow, Kyle realized. That would put them late eating, but it would have to be done. They might have to skip a real meal and settle for snack food. West walked out of the bathroom and dressed as Kyle finished pulling on his boots. “Hurry, or we’ll be late. The guys will beat us there.” Kyle stood with his hands on his hips. He couldn’t help but be impatient. He wanted to see Brandy and see how she reacted to them after last night. West shot him the bird but picked up speed in getting ready. He had his clothes on in record time. They climbed on their bikes about the time the others were pulling out. He and West quickly caught up and arrived at the same time. “Thought you guys were going to miss out on dinner and seeing your sweetie,” Zack teased. “Fuck you, Zack,” West said without any real emotion. Kyle figured he was too antsy to see her to pay much attention to the ribbing they were getting. As soon as they walked in, they honed in on where Brandy was serving a family in the back. She was good with the kids, he noticed, teasing them about school being out for the summer.

 

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When she looked up and saw them, her face turned that cute shade of pink, but she smiled at them. It was a positive outcome. He glanced at West, and his friend was wearing a wide grin. They ate, flirting with her every chance they got. The others teased them, and she seemed to turn pink at everything that was said. West looked like he wanted to put a stop to it, but he shook his head at him in hopes he wouldn’t cause a scene. Once they were finished, everyone filed out, paying their bills and heading toward the hotel. Kyle and West stuck around outside for the next thirty minutes they were open and waited until she had finished performing her closing duties. When she stepped out of the door at ten thirty, she seemed surprised to see them. “What are you doing here?” “We’re going to see you safely home.” West opened her car door when she had unlocked it. “We’re not planning anything nefarious, I promise,” Kyle told her. “I’ll be fine by myself. I’m driving my car now.” “I noticed, and I’m glad. I didn’t think you needed to be walking at night, and especially after being on your feet for so long.” West closed the door when she slid into the car. “We’re right behind you,” he called to her. She nodded and started the car. She waited for them to mount up, then pulled out of the parking lot. They followed close behind her. When she pulled into her drive, they quickly climbed off their bikes to walk her up to the porch. Kyle took her key and unlocked the door for her. West leaned in and kissed her gently across the lips. He ran his thumb over her lips and pushed in. She sucked his thumb into her mouth. Kyle watched his buddy close his eyes at the feel of her mouth sucking his thumb. When he pulled back, she turned automatically to Kyle, waiting for his kiss. He smiled in triumph, knowing they had her now. She

 

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was going to give them a chance. He kissed her, softly at first, but then with fire. He couldn’t help it. She turned him on so much he wanted to climb into her mouth and kiss his way back out again. When he pulled back, she was panting, and leaned in and kissed his cheek. That simple gesture undid him. He hugged her, just held her against his body. West flanked her and nuzzled her neck. Then they both pulled back while they could. “You need to get some rest. Go on inside and lock the door.” Kyle squeezed her hand one more time. She smiled and slipped into the house. They heard her lock the door. Without saying a word, they climbed on their bikes and rode back to the hotel and their room. Once inside, they settled on their beds to talk. Kyle needed to plan out their next move and make sure West was on board. “I think she’s ready for us, West.” “I think so, too. But I think she’s still scared of that part for some reason.” “When do we approach her?” “Not until she’s off again on Monday. She needs her rest during the week. Plus, we need to work as late as we can the rest of the week to catch up. We’ll be too tired to give her the attention she deserves.” Kyle rubbed his hand over his face. “We’re still making sure she gets home safe.” West made it a statement and not a question. He didn’t plan to give that up. Kyle didn’t plan on stopping that, either. He wanted her safe. “Do you think we can convince her to let us take care of her for the rest of her life?” West asked. There was wariness in his eyes now. “I hope so, West. I’m planning on it. Otherwise, we’re going to be pretty miserable.” “I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll stay here indefinitely until I can convince her, Kyle.”

 

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“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ll do the same thing.” Kyle couldn’t believe he would do something like that, but for her? Yeah, he would. “Why do you suppose she’s been so scared around the guys? She still shies away from them for the most part. They’ve proved they’re trustworthy.” “She probably had a bad run-in with a gang while working. God knows there are enough biker gangs out there that are ruthless,” Kyle pointed out. “I want her to fall in love with us, Kyle.” “Me too, but that might be too much to ask this soon. And, she might never say the words until we do.” “Hell, I’d tell her right now if I thought she would believe me,” West said. Kyle stared at him. West wasn’t someone who put his feelings out in the open. This was a side of West he’d never seen before. He was totally fucked up over Brandy.

 

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Chapter Six The rest of the week went by quietly for Brandy. She had the usual crowds, and each night, West and Kyle saw her home. They kissed her sweetly on the porch before seeing her in the house. They always waited around to make sure she locked the door behind her. When Monday came, she expected them to ask her out again, but they hadn’t said a word about seeing her. She was so disappointed, she cried off and on all day while she did her chores. She felt like a fool to feel so strongly for them that it mattered this much. She’d only known them for a couple of weeks. At eight that night, someone knocked on her door. She checked with the slide chain in place and was surprised to see them standing on the porch. She frowned and closed the door to let them in. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” she confessed. “I’m sorry we are so late, but we had to work late. Things aren’t going well on the hotel we’re working on. We weren’t sure we’d be able to get over here.” Kyle took her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. His mouth devoured hers. She was surprised at the intensity of the kiss. When he pulled back, West leaned in and kissed her softly. “It was tearing us up inside thinking we might not get to see you tonight. Is it okay that we came this late?” West asked. “Yes. I wanted to see you, too,” she confessed. “I want to make love to you, Brandy. Will you let us love you?” West traced her jaw with his thumb. “Yes,” she whispered.

 

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Kyle groaned and picked her up to carry her to the bedroom. West followed behind them. She clung to Kyle’s neck until he laid her gently on the bed. She had on shorts and a T-shirt from cleaning house. “I need a shower. I’m dirty.” “We’ll take a shower later. I want to taste the sweat on you. It’s all part of you. You smell wonderful to me, all hot and needy,” West confessed. They began to undress her. Slowly they undid her shorts and pulled them down, then pulled her shirt over her head. West pulled her panties off and sniffed them, closing his eyes as he did. They removed her bra and descended on her together. They licked her neck and jaw until she was squirming at the raspy tongues licking up and down and over her shoulders. They each took a nipple in their mouth and sucked while licking at her tits. She shivered. It felt too good. They traced a path down her stomach, dipping into her belly button one at a time. Then they were both at her pussy, licking and sucking at the same time. She was in heaven, as one of her dreams came true. The dual assault soon had her halfway to a climax. It wouldn’t take much more than a lick across her clit, and she’d explode. Kyle did just that. He took her clit in his mouth and sucked until she came with a loud shout. She grabbed his head unable to reach West since he was tonguing her cunt while he had it stiffened. When at last her body came down from the high, the men were undressing. She admired them. They were built like gods. Strong shoulders with washboard abs and narrow waists. She wanted to sink her teeth into their tight asses. God, where had that come from? It wasn’t like her at all. When they climbed up on the bed to lie on either side of her, she reached out and touched their chests with her hands. She loved the

 

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feel of their chests. She couldn’t wait to feel their raspy hair against her breasts. What would it feel like? They each massaged her tits then kissed along her jawline. “Are you sure you want us?” Kyle said. “God, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to die. West chuckled. “I feel the same way right about now.” “I want to touch you first,” she said. They both groaned, but nodded. She giggled and reached down to grasp both of their dicks in her hands. They felt like soft velvet over steel rods. She pumped them a couple of times, and they both placed their hands over hers. “Not this time. We want to come inside of you. Not on your hand,” Kyle said. “Now. I need you both now.” She pulled back from their cocks. West crawled back down the bed and reached off to pull a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. He opened the package with his teeth then rolled a condom. He laid a nice long lick up her slit before positioning his cock at her opening. He pushed forward. She felt the pressure of his dick as he slowly entered her pussy. He was big, but her prelubricated cunt welcomed him inside of her. Kyle had settled down to play and suck on her breasts. He didn’t seem to be able to get enough of them. She held his head to her breast, glorying in the feel of his mouth there. West tunneled into her pussy until he’d reached the end of her and bumped her cervix. It jarred her at first, but as he pulled back out and rubbed her hot spot, she forgot about that. He pushed in once again, and again he bumped her cervix. This time it sent shock waves to her clit. He pulled out and pushed in faster this time. Still, he bumped her cervix. She squeezed him with her cunt muscles, and he groaned. He began to tunnel in and out of her faster and faster until he was pummeling her over and over.

 

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Each shove of his dick rasped over her hot spot until she knew she was going to come. The idea of coming again so soon amazed and excited her. “Kyle,” West said in a tight voice. He began to lose his rhythm, and she could tell he was about to come. She tightened her pussy. Kyle reached between them and pressed on her clit at the same time he twisted her nipple. She flew higher than she ever had before. Then she felt West pulse inside of her and fill the condom with his cum. She sizzled all over again and screamed their names. Almost as soon as West was able to climb off of her, Kyle was there pushing against her cunt with his sheathed cock. He moved slow and leisurely, taking his time as he pushed in and pulled out shallowly. Despite it being so soon, she could already feel her muscles tightening into another climax. She couldn’t imagine having three in one night. It just couldn’t happen. When he rotated his pelvis on the downstroke, he rubbed over her G-spot, and made her moan in pleasure. He repeated the move several times then pumped deep. Lightning flashed between her clit and her pussy as he began to tunnel in and out of her faster and faster. He reached between them and tapped her clit over and over until she rushed up and over the cliff once again. This time she collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. She’d never felt so loved. Then she realized something else. She hadn’t been scared and hadn’t pulled away from them at all. She smiled and fought to catch her breath once again. What was she going to do when they left? They were only going to be there for a few more weeks. That realization sobered her. “Hey,” West said, “why the sudden frown? Did we hurt you?” He looked concerned.

 

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“No, I was just thinking too hard. You made me feel so good. I’ve never climaxed during actual sex before, and you gave me three. I’m totally amazed.” “You’ve never climaxed at all before? Not even on your own?” “Um,” she could feel her face grow red and hot. “Don’t be embarrassed. There’s nothing wrong with masturbating,” Kyle told her. “I sometimes get little ones. But never like that,” she whispered, not looking at them. West tilted her chin up to look at him. “I’m glad we could make you feel good, baby. Don’t be ashamed of anything we do. It’s all good. You have no idea how good you made us feel.” “I can’t help it. It seems so wrong. You made me feel so good, but there are two of you. It’s not right, but I want you both.” “We want you, too, Brandy. Don’t kick us out of your bed. We want to care for you and make you feel good,” Kyle told her. “Are you worried what other people will think? Does it really matter to you what they think?” West asked. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.” “Let us stay with you tonight, baby.” West ran his hand down her back. It soothed her. “I want you to.” “We’ll be gone early so you can still go back to sleep if you want to.” Kyle leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Let’s get you a shower.” West climbed out of the bed first and walked to the bathroom. Kyle followed him to deal with the condom, she guessed. She heard the shower start up and realized they were getting the water ready for her. She felt tears well up behind her eyes. “Come on, Brandy. We’ve got the shower ready for you. It will soothe you and help you relax.” Kyle helped her out of the bed. “You take such good care of me. I don’t know what to think.” “Don’t think about it at all. It’s what we want to do—take care of you.”

 

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West met them at the door and took her to the shower. “There’s only enough room for two of us. I’ll bathe her this time.” Kyle nodded. “I’ll dry her off.” **** West was totally head over heels in love with Brandy. There was no way he was going to let her get away. He’d pursue her for the rest of his life, if it took that. He was sure Kyle felt the same way after the magic of coming in her body, feeling her climax around them. It was heady stuff. He gently washed her, making sure to get her legs and feet. He massaged her legs to keep them from being sore from standing so much. He should have run a bath instead. As soon as he had her clean, He turned off the shower and let Kyle take her from there. He dried himself off and climbed into the bed, and waited on them to climb in, too. He snuggled against her back and pulled back her hair so he could kiss the back of her neck and bury his nose there. He loved the smell of her, the feel of her against his skin. He couldn’t get enough of being with her. There had to be some way to convince her to go with them. West lay awake all night just enjoying watching her sleep. Kyle slept without a problem. West always had trouble sleeping anyway. This time it wasn’t because of nightmares or the feel of slime around him. It was just to enjoy knowing she had wanted them there with her. He got up early the next morning and took a shower, then woke Kyle up to shower next. He didn’t want to wake Brandy. He wanted her to sleep. He didn’t want the fact that they’d stayed over to rob her of her sleep, but they would have to wake her up to lock the door behind them. Once they were dressed, they waited until they had to, to wake her up. They kissed her awake. She smiled and opened her eyes.

 

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“Hi.” “Hi. We’ve got to leave for work. I’m sorry we had to wake you up,” Kyle said. She yawned and stretched. “That’s okay. I’ll fall asleep again. I’m still sleepy. You wore me out last night,” she teased, then blushed. West loved the blush. He kissed her again and they then climbed out of the bed helping her up. She grabbed a robe and walked to the front door to lock up behind them. “We’ll see you tonight.” West kissed her again. “See you later,” she said as she closed the door and locked it behind them. Kyle was silent on the ride over to the job site. West wondered why, but didn’t push him. He’d tell him when he got ready. This wasn’t like Kyle. He was the silent one. Kyle was the one that pressed to know everything. Their tools proved to be in the right place, but parts of their walls were down again. West went to Cole ready to knock some heads. “Either you say something to them, or I’m going to, and you know how I talk.” “Calm down. I’m going to deal with it.” Cole walked off toward the foreman. The Dirty Dozen gathered around him as he cursed out the foreman and explained that if they wanted to lose their bonus, that was fine with him, but they would do it without their help. “You can work double shifts like before, and we’re out of here.” “I’ll talk with the men. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, either. The damn blue prints were missing this morning. I’m just lucky as hell I have a second set.” Cole and the rest of the gang went back to work as the foreman gathered the others to have a talk with them. “Something is going on besides our being here. I think they’re sabotaging the work for someone for some reason.” Kyle nailed a cross piece in place and moved to the next section.

 

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“I’m beginning to think you’re right.” They continued to work until lunchtime. They ate the sandwiches they picked up from the diner that morning on the way into work. Then they got back to work. Cole had them working until dark this time. They stopped by the diner and ate, amused at how Brandy refused to look at any of the guys in the face. He figured she knew they would have known where they spent the night. West didn’t tease her. He just smiled and let her do her job. When they were finished eating, they paid their tab and headed for the hotel to shower and change clothes. They each took a load to the laundry room and washed and dried them before riding over to the diner to follow Brandy home. They made it just in time for her to walk out to her car. She waved and smiled then climbed into her car. They followed her home, and when she opened the door, they walked in as if they’d been asked. She seemed flustered, but didn’t say anything. They were pushing her comfort level. West figured they didn’t have enough time to go any slower. He immediately ran a tub of water and added the bath salts he had found in her cabinet. She needed something to help relax her after working all day and being on her feet. He hated that she worked like that. She wouldn’t have to work once they convinced her to move in with them. She climbed into the tub without a fuss and soaked as West massaged her feet and legs. Then he left her to relax while they undressed. Kyle pulled back the comforter. West was dead on his feet. He had little doubt he would fall asleep as soon as they got into bed. When she was ready to get out of the tub, Kyle helped her and dried her off. West wanted to, but knew it was only fair that Kyle get to spend time with her as well. As soon as they all climbed into the bed, West snuggled up to her. “You don’t want to have sex?” she finally asked, sounding confused.

 

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“Baby, we don’t have to have sex all the time. You’re exhausted from working. Just being with you feels good.” West kissed her shoulder and buried his nose in her hair. She sighed and reached back and pulled his arm over her waist. West closed his eyes in absolute peace and fell asleep.

 

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Chapter Seven Brandy fell into a routine of sleeping with West and Kyle every night. They moved their things in with her and gave up their motel room. She had to admit, she enjoyed them being with her all the time. Well, most of the time. They worked long hours and seemed to be exhausted most nights. They were working Saturdays and Sundays now trying to make their deadline. She cooked them dinner on Monday nights. They told her she didn’t have to, they would take her out. She let them once, but insisted she liked to cook for them, so they let her. They were over four weeks into their six weeks when she began to worry about what she would do when they left. She hadn’t let herself think about it until then. She knew she had to come to grips with it or she’d be miserable for a long time. Hell, she’d be heartbroken. She had fallen in love with them. How could she not after the way they cared for her despite being exhausted themselves. Monday evening, when they finally made it in, she had meatloaf and mashed potatoes for them. They devoured the meal then devoured her. She tried to protest that they were too tired, but they didn’t listen to her. Instead, Kyle picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. They quickly undressed her then undressed themselves. They climbed into bed with her and zeroed in on her breasts. Kyle and West licked and sucked them until she was nearly crying at the sheer pleasure. West placed openmouthed kisses all the way down her body until he reached her cunt. Then he teased her with long, slow licks up her slit. She wiggled trying to get his tongue to slip over her clit, but he

 

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was too slick to fall for that. He stabbed at her pussy with his stiffened tongue before thrusting two fingers deep in her pussy. She screamed at the sudden assault. It nearly took her over the edge. West backed off and teased her once again with his tongue. His fingers lightly brushed over her G-spot several times before stopping and letting her calm down again. “Please, don’t make me wait. I can’t wait any longer. I need to come. Kyle, please,” she begged. Kyle chuckled and nipped at her nipples one after the other. He looked at West, and Brandy knew they were going to let her come. Kyle sucked in one nipple while twisting the other one at the same time West sucked in her clit. He curled his fingers deep inside of her and stroked her hot spot. Brandy soared. Finally, West let her down slowly before climbing up in bed and aligning his twitching cock with her pussy and tunneling in her cunt. He pulled out and pushed in until he was all the way in. Then he stayed there with his forehead against hers until they had both caught their breath. He sat back on his knees and holding her legs over his arms, he began to thrust inside of her over and over. He pistoned inside of her until she screamed out her orgasm once again. Her cunt squeezed down on West’s cock until he came. Brandy barely had time to recover before Kyle turned her over on her belly and had her get up on all fours. He thrust his hardened dick inside her still quivering pussy and fucked her deeper than West had been able to go. She shivered all over at the new feeling of being totally touched. West lay down beneath her and played with her tits while Kyle fucked her. Never had she had so much attention. Never had she felt so cared for. The faster Kyle pumped, the higher she climbed until she didn’t think she could possibly live through this orgasm. She begged them to let her come. Her muscles quivered as finally, West reached beneath

 

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her and pressed on her clit until she exploded around them. Her orgasm went on and on until finally, she called a halt, claiming to be sore. When they left the next morning to go to work, Brandy stayed up and read for a while. Then she decided to go by the work site and take them all an additional lunch so they would have a snack midday. They were bound to be hungry as much as they ate at night when they came into the diner. Brandy stopped by the diner at three and ordered twelve hamburgers and twelve bags of chips. She drove out to the work site and was able to get Cole’s attention. He walked over, smiling. “Hey, Brandy. What can I do for you? Want me to find West or Kyle for you?” “No, that’s okay. I brought you all a snack. I figure you get hungry in the middle of the day.” “You shouldn’t have done that.” He took the heavy box from her. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get one of the guys?” “No, thanks. I don’t want to slow anyone down. I know how important this project is. I’ll talk to them tonight.” “Thanks again,” Cole said. She climbed back in her car, feeling suddenly uneasy. She felt as if someone was watching her. She put it off to being around so many men at one time. All the way home she wondered at feeling so uncomfortable there. It had to be that there were so many large men. She knew most of them from coming in the diner. They were mostly good, family men. Some, though, were new to her, probably from out of town, working on the site like Kyle, West, and their friends. By the time she went to work that night, she was a little tired. She would welcome going to bed early tonight. As it would happen, she ended up working her tail off. For some reason everyone in town had decided not to cook and to come to eat there. She was totally

 

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exhausted when the men came to escort her home. She really didn’t even want to take a bath, but knew she needed to. “Hey, baby,” West said, giving her a thorough kiss. “Thanks so much for the hamburgers. They were great.” “You’re welcome. I just wanted to do something for you. You’re so nice to me.” “Hey, you look really worn out. Busy night?” Kyle asked. “Yeah, it was kind of rough. I’m going to take a quick shower and go to bed.” “Want me to bathe you?” West massaged her shoulders. “No, thanks. I’ll get through faster without the help.” She smiled, hoping he wouldn’t take offense. “We’ll be waiting on you in bed then.” West helped Kyle remove her clothes. As soon as she finished her shower and had dried off, she climbed into bed between the two men. They immediately began messaging her all over. She moaned at the wonderful feeling of having her body taken care of like that. It wasn’t long until she was sound asleep. The dream came almost immediately. She was walking out the back door and someone grabbed her. She managed to get away and ran, but they caught up with her again and began wrestling her to the ground. She cried and tried to scream. One of them wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed. Just when she knew they were going to rape her, someone was waking her up. “Brandy, easy. It’s us. It’s West and Kyle. Wake up, baby.” West was gently shaking her Kyle soothed her hair from her face. His expression was one of worry. West looked frantic. “You were dreaming. What in the world was it about? You were crying and fighting us.” West kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I have nightmares sometimes.” “This wasn’t just any nightmare. You were fighting for your life.”

 

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“I–I was attacked several years ago, and I still have nightmares about it sometimes.” “Why haven’t you told us this before? No wonder you were so uneasy around all of us.” “I thought the nightmares were gone, and I wanted to forget it happened.” “Were you raped, Brandy?” West asked in a tight voice. “No! They were rough and stole my purse is all, but it scared me to death. I thought they were going to kill me.” “Fuck!” West climbed out of the bed and paced. “West, you’re scaring her,” Kyle said quietly. “She was fucking attacked.” He turned to Brandy. “Did they catch them?” “No, they ran.” “I’m sorry, baby.” Kyle pulled her into his arms. “Lie back down and try to sleep.” “I’m going in the other room for a while,” West said. When he’d left, Kyle hugged her. “Don’t worry about West. He can’t stand it that you were hurt. He’ll calm down and come back to bed soon.” “I’m sorry, Kyle.” “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You weren’t to blame. I’m just sorry you’re having nightmares.” “It was probably because I’m so exhausted tonight.” “Get some sleep, baby. You’ll feel better in the morning.” Kyle rubbed her shoulders and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. This time, when she fell asleep, she didn’t dream. **** West paced in the living room for nearly an hour, hurting for Brandy. It angered him because he felt helpless to do anything to take away her nightmares. Finally he’d calmed down enough to ease back

 

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into bed with them and fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before Kyle was waking him up to go to work. It was going to be a long day. He was glad Cole had called a halt to working on Sundays. They would rest up so they could take care of Brandy. She’d been able to switch with one of the other girls, so that she had Sundays off. It meant they had the entire day to be together. Saturday night, she cornered them in the bedroom after their showers with her hands on their cocks. “I miss our loving.” She squeezed them gently. West drew in a deep breath and immediately felt his blood begin to pump to his dick. She had that effect on him just by being in the same room. “You sure you’re not too tired? We have all day tomorrow.” He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. “We don’t want to wear you out, Brandy.” Kyle leaned down and kissed her nose. “I’m sure. I’ve missed having you inside of me. I need you.” West wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for a deeper kiss. He loved kissing her, loved the feel of her tongue alongside his. He explored her mouth then sucked on her tongue to tease with his. They came apart gasping for air. Kyle nibbled along the back of her neck and shoulders before turning her around and picking her up. He carried her to the bed where West had pulled back the covers. He loosened the towel around his waist and tossed it aside. Then he knelt next to the foot of the bed and spread her pussy lips so he could explore her hot cunt with his tongue. West watched Kyle play with her as he stroked his dick. He wanted her ass, but they needed to prepare her better. He would open her wide tonight, and if she seemed to be okay with it, he’d fuck her there while Kyle took her sweet pussy. They both ached to be inside her at the same time.

 

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They had so little time to convince her of their love for her and broach the subject of her moving with them to Texas. They could easily stick around, but hated to break up the twelve of them. Still, if they managed to get her to move with them and become their wife, they’d be changing their job strategy and take jobs closer to home. Cole had already mentioned that he was tired of being on the road all the time. Brandy began to thrash around on the bed, moaning as Kyle fucked her with two fingers and licked her pussy. West sucked in a nipple and began pinching and pulling on the other one. He knew the instant she was going to come when she threw her head back. He nipped at her nipple, and at the same time Kyle sucked in her clit. She came with a shout and grabbed Kyle’s head to keep him against her cunt. When she finally let go of him and collapsed against the bed again, West let go of her nipple and gently massaged her breasts with both hands. “Did that feel good, Brandy? Do you like it when we suck that juicy pussy?” West asked. “God, it feels so good. You always take care of me. I can’t imagine what I’m going to do…” She let her voice fade and looked away. West didn’t think it was time yet to approach her. He instructed her to climb onto West instead. “Ride him for me. I’m going to play with you while you take him for a ride.” West helped her up on Kyle’s sheathed cock. She sank down on him without a problem. They had prepared her well. She was slick and wet and ready for more. They began to move together. West spread the juice running down her body to Kyle’s balls up to her back hole. He circled it and pushed a thumb against the dark rosette. She stilled for an instant, but soon continued riding Kyle as he rose to meet her. Kyle’s eyes were all for Brandy, and dark with arousal.

 

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West continued pressing in her back hole until he was all the way inside. He began pumping his thumb over and over. Soon she was pushing back to meet his thrusts. He pulled out and inserted two fingers, stopping when she whimpered. Then she began to push against him. He carefully shoved his fingers further in until they reached the last knuckle. He waited for her to adjust to the assault before pumping them in and out. Brandy moaned and shoved back, then shoved forward, meeting Kyle’s thrusts. Over and over they moved her in between them. West felt she was ready and pushed her down to Kyle’s chest. “Lay there for a few seconds, baby. I’m going to take this tight ass of yours. First I want to lube you up. It’s going to be cold.” He dropped some on her asshole and massaged it in with one finger, then two. When he added the third finger, she cried out. “It burns. God, it burns.” “Do you want me to stop, Brandy?” he asked, concerned it was too much for her. “No, it will get better. You said it would.” He pulled out his fingers and immediately began to push forward with his throbbing cock. She groaned, but pushed back until the head of his cock popped through the resisting ring. He held still until she began pushing back against him. He tunneled in and out of her tight ass, moving a little deeper each time, until he was all the way in. “Fuck you’re so tight, baby. I’m not going to last long. Are you okay?” “Move. You’ve got to move. I can’t stand it.” Kyle pulled out as West pushed in. Then they switched, and Kyle pushed in as West pulled out. They slowly sped up until they were pummeling her with their cocks. She moaned and whimpered as she tried to meet them thrust for thrust. Finally she seemed to give up and let them do all the work.

 

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When she began to tighten around them, West knew she was about to come. He wasn’t far behind her. Kyle shouted and slammed one last time inside of her only to hold himself there. West shoved his dick in once, twice, three times, and grunted his climax as he held himself inside her. He couldn’t hold out one more second. Breathing was nearly impossible, and he collapsed over her. She was caught between them. Finally he pulled out and walked to the bathroom to wash up. He brought back a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her up. She didn’t seem to notice. He looked down at Kyle. Kyle held a finger to his lips. She was asleep. West grinned as wide as Kyle. They’d worn her out. West helped Kyle move her off of his softened cock. They settled her in the bed, and Kyle hurried to the bathroom to deal with his condom. When he returned, West nodded toward the living room. They needed to talk some about how to handle approaching her about becoming a family. “What do you think about talking to her tomorrow? I can’t handle waiting much longer. I want to make her ours.” West walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Kyle followed him in and filled his own glass with water. “I agree. We need to have everything planned though so we can counter all her questions and concerns. She’s going to have some.” “You’ll marry her because you’re the oldest. I want her tied to one of us permanently. Plus, it will assure she is taken care of if something happens to us,” West said. “Are you sure? You’ve been really possessive of her.” “We’re a team. I just want more time with her, and we can’t get any with her working like she does. I can’t even fathom the idea of not sharing her with you. We’ve been sharing ever since Bangkok. I love to see her face when she comes between us. I don’t think she could choose between us any more than we could walk away from her.” West set his glass next to the sink.

 

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“What about what people are going to say. I don’t want her harassed because she’s living with both of us,” Kyle said. “Anyone harasses her, and I’ll put an end to it right quick.” “She’s got to not let it worry her. That’s going to be our biggest obstacle, I think.” Kyle finished his water and set the glass next to West’s. West realized that Kyle was probably right. They needed to get her out with them more in the next few days. They would take her out to eat again tomorrow night. It would help get her used to people watching them. He didn’t want her upset by people’s stares. Of course, in the long run, it would be up to her. “Let’s get to bed. I want to hold her some before I fall asleep. She feels so right in my arms.” Kyle turned to go back to the bedroom. West followed him and climbed into bed on the opposite side of him. When he did, Brandy wrapped her body around his. Kyle moved in close and wrapped an arm around her waist. It didn’t bother either one of them that his hand touched West on the chest. It was just part of sharing their woman. The most important thing was that she was comfortable. Both men would do whatever it took to insure that she was.

 

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Chapter Eight Early the next morning, Brandy woke before the men. She contemplated which one to wake up with a blow job, and finally settled on Kyle. She’d woken up wrapped up with West. She eased beneath the covers and lifted Kyle’s slightly erect cock and took him in her mouth. She softly sucked him until he was hard and jumping in her mouth. When he moaned and grabbed her head, she knew he was awake. She began licking along his shaft and up to the mushroom cap. She nibbled at the spot beneath the top then licked across the slit to taste his pre-cum. He tasted salty and tangy all at the same time. She hummed her approval as he tightened his grip on her hair. “God, that feels wonderful.” Kyle kicked off the covers, earning him a growl from West. Kyle ignored him and held her head still as he slowly began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth. “Will you let me fuck your mouth, baby?” he asked. She hesitated but finally nodded. She was afraid, but trusted him not to hurt her. “Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose, Brandy. I promise you can handle me.” Kyle climbed out of bed and had her sit up on the side of the bed. He held her head still and gently inserted his cock in her mouth. He fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts at first then slowly fed her his cock down her throat. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but she took him. He pulled back out, praising her. Then he pushed back in.

 

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“Swallow around me, baby. Relax your throat, breath through your nose, and swallow me.” She managed to do it and he pulled back out. He praised her again and then slowly began to fuck her that way over and over. Brandy felt him begin to lose his rhythm, so she reached between his legs and rolled his balls. He shouted out and shoved his cock down her throat and held it as he shot streams of cum down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could. When he finished he pulled back and pulled her to him, and hugged her. He seemed to be trying to talk, but was breathing too hard. She’d loved watching his face as he came. He closed his eyes and threw his head back with a tight expression. It made her feel so powerful to know she would do that to him—to them. Finally, he let her go and pulled her up to kiss her. She pulled back. “What?” “Um, I’ve got your cum in my mouth.” “Doesn’t matter, I like tasting your mouth with my cum. It’s heady stuff.” Kyle took her mouth and thoroughly kissed her before urging her to lie back down while he took as shower. She rolled over and snuggled up to West. He stretched his arm beneath her neck and pulled her in to kiss her forehead. “I, on the other hand, am not too fond of Kyle’s cum. I don’t mind my own in your mouth, but I draw the line at his,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ll go brush my teeth in a minute. I just want you to hold me for a little longer.” “I’ll hold you as long as you want, baby.” He pulled her tighter against him. Brandy knew she was in bad shape. She couldn’t get enough of them, and their time was almost up. Would they want more time with her? Maybe they could stay for a few more days. Maybe they would

 

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be glad to get back on the road again, though. She chastised herself. She needed to focus on the here and now and not dwell on the future. When Kyle returned from his shower, she slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Then West joined her in the shower. He pinned her against the shower wall and kissed her deeply. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth as he pressed his groin against her. “I want you. Right here, right now, just like this.” He opened the shower door and reached out to where he’d left a condom on the back of the toilet. He tore it open and rolled it on his engorged cock. Then he began kissing her all over her face, neck, and shoulders. When he got to her tits, he sucked and nipped at each one. He tested her readiness with two fingers and found her cunt dripping with her juices. It was all the encouragement he needed. West picked her leg up and bent to align his cock with her slit. Then he pushed in to the hilt without stopping. “Wrap your legs ’round me, baby. I’m going to take you for a long ride.” He began to push in and out of her with long, slow shoves of his pelvis. She moaned as he rubbed her sweet spot at this angle with each plunge of his cock. When he ground it in her pussy, his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit. She wasn’t going to last long this way. He didn’t speed up, but tunneled in and out of her in that slow pace that began to driver her crazy with the need to move. She tried to help him speed up, but he was having none of that. He controlled her movements, and kept his thrusts slow. “I want this to last, Brandy. It needs to last.” He sounded like he was leaving. She held back the tears with an effort. How would she bear to lose them now that she’d found them. They completed her. “God, baby. I’m not going to last. Your pussy was made for me. Play with your clit for me. Make yourself come. I’m right there.” Brandy reached between them and fingered her clit. She felt the telltale signs of her impending climax. She couldn’t help but squeeze

 

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around West’s dick. He groaned and shoved harder this time as he came, shooting his cum into the condom. Brandy screamed out her climax, shouting his name as she burned along with him. He let her slide down off his cock while he held the condom to assure it didn’t come off and leak. He discarded it then grabbed the cloth and bathed her. They rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. Kyle stood with two towels. He handed one to West then wrapped the other one around Brandy and patted her dry. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m hungry.” Kyle wrapped his arms around her. “I could eat,” she confessed. “Me, too.” “How about brunch at the diner?” Kyle suggested. “I can cook here. Are you sure you want to go out?” “Yeah, I don’t want you to cook today at all. I want to spend time with you that doesn’t include the kitchen.” Kyle urged her into the bedroom. “Well, okay.” She wasn’t sure what was on his mind, but he had something going on there. She dressed in jeans and a dark green blouse that bared a little of her belly if she reached up. She didn’t think it would be inappropriate, as long as she didn’t do that. The men loved it, and kept playing with her belly and sliding their hands up under the bottom. It didn’t matter how many time she swatted their hands away, they continued with a mischievous grin. “You two are incorrigible,” she said. “I’ll take that as a complement,” West said. She shook her head and followed them out of the house to their bikes. She climbed on with Kyle and held on, wrapping her arms around his waist. Once they reached the diner, there were several of the church going crowd still present. She didn’t think anything of being with the two men until they began to stare with disapproving looks. Brandy

 

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felt her face heat, and knew she was blushing. She wanted to hide. Then she looked at the way the men were looking at her and she felt bad. She wasn’t ashamed of them. She didn’t need other people’s approval in her life. She held her head up and ignored them. After they finished eating, Kyle suggested a ride to relax them. She climbed on with West this time and they took to the road. It was a nice day for a ride. The weather was slightly cooler than it had been, and Brandy realized they would be into October before long. Time had passed so quickly. When they returned to the house, the men kept exchanging looks. She wondered what it was all about. When they told her they needed to talk to her, she figured this was the big good-bye. She wanted to tell them not to say it. That she didn’t need them to tell her, she knew they would be leaving, but she couldn’t bear to say the words. “Brandy, we’re going to be finishing up the project in another week and a half. We’ve loved being with you, and don’t want it to end.” West started the conversation sitting on the couch with her. Kyle took up where he left off while kneeling in front of her. “We’ve fallen in love with you, baby, and want you to come home with us.” Brandy blinked a long, slow blink at him. Then she turned to West to look into his eyes. “I love you, Brandy.” West brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I don’t know what to say. I love you both, too.” She felt the tears begin to roll down her face. “Hey, don’t cry.” Kyle brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I can’t help it. I didn’t believe you would want to still be with me when it was time for you to go.” “We don’t want to let you go. Do you mind moving in with us?” West asked. “You’d marry me if you accept. I guess I should have asked, but I’m on my knees, so I get points for that, don’t I?” Kyle teased.

 

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“Yes, you get points for that.” She laughed and hugged him. “Yes, I’ll go with you.” “Hot, damn,” West said, and grabbed her up in a bear hug. “Wait, when are we leaving? I have to make arrangements and give notice at work. What about my things? Most of it I’ll leave, but there are some things I want to take with me.” “We’ll stay over and help you pack up. We can rent a U-Haul to pull behind your car,” Kyle suggested. “I don’t believe this.” She pulled out of West’s embrace and grabbed Kyle by his T-shirt and kissed him. “Let’s get to work on doing your laundry and housework so we can celebrate tonight,” Kyle suggested. For the next few hours, they did laundry and cleaned. Brandy had never met a man who knew how to do laundry and clean a house. Hell, she’d never met a man who would actually do it. That they were willing to help went a long way in cementing her decision in her mind. Her heart had no qualms about going with them, but her head still needed a little more convincing. They all took showers in her walk-in shower with Kyle sharing the shower with her this time. She put a stop to his horsing around because they didn’t have time. He grumbled good naturedly, but hurried them along. They returned to the steak house in Searcy. Once again, they were seated in the middle of the room. She felt the stares of everyone in the restaurant. It made her uncomfortable, but she suffered through it. She would have to learn not to let it bother her if she was going to live with them. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in Texas. Right. If the men noticed the stares, they didn’t show it. She took a deep breath and willed herself not to pay any attention to the people around them. They were celebrating. She refused to be the spoilsport. Once they’d finished dinner, they returned to the house and cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, Kyle started nibbling on her lips and jaw. West joined in on

 

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the other side, and before she knew it, they had her undressed and were stretching her out on the couch. They licked and sucked and played with her from head to toe. By the time they decided to move it to the bedroom, she was nearly crazy with the need to come. West stretched her out on the bed, and Kyle held her down by her wrists so that she couldn’t move. She panicked at first, and fought it, but he talked her down. “Shh, baby. We’re not going to hurt you. Just keep you from interfering as West pleasures you. He wants to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.” “Oh, God, I’m already on the verge.” She thrashed, but she couldn’t grab at West’s head to make him lick her where she needed it. She felt his mouth on her pussy. He drew her pussy lips into his mouth and sucked. She groaned, but it wasn’t enough. Then he licked around her clit, but didn’t touch it. She could feel it swell in readiness, but without stimulation, she wasn’t going anywhere with it. When he entered her with two fingers, she was sure he would caress her hot spot, but he didn’t. Instead, he fucked her with them over and over. She nearly came when he blew over her clit, but he stopped just before she came. Then he stroked her sweet spot once, and she shot upwards once again. Still, he held off. “Please, West. I need to come. I can’t stand it. Help me, Kyle.” She didn’t mind begging at this point. She was desperate. Finally, he sheathed his dick in a condom and entered her in one quick plunge that sent her over, screaming his name. He fucked her deep and hard. She felt her body begin the long climb upwards again and couldn’t believe she could ever come after that one. It had almost made her pass out. Then Kyle was rubbing her mouth with his cock. She opened her mouth, and he fed it to her. She sucked him hard and deep. Then she teased around the rim. She pulled back, and then sucked him hard back down her throat. He groaned. The more West fucked her, the

 

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deeper she was forced to take him. He literally impaled her on Kyle’s thick dick. Then West began to pummel her until she couldn’t handle Kyle’s dick. He pulled out and played with her breasts as West fucked her up the bed, until she had to put her hands up to keep from hitting the wall. Pure fire raced through her bloodstream and burned its way down her spine to her clit. When he finally changed position and rubbed her G-spot, she detonated and saw stars. West shouted her name and held still deep inside of her as he pumped his cum into the condom. It set off a miniclimax inside of her as he pulled out. Kyle immediately gave her his cock again, and she sucked him deep. He pumped it in and out of her mouth, and she let him hold her as he did. He seemed to need to be in control of it. That was fine with her. She wasn’t scared of him or West. They loved her, and wouldn’t hurt her. The faster he went, the more shallow he pumped, until he dove deep one time and filled her throat with his cum. She swallowed and swallowed, struggling to get it all. Then, when he pulled out, she licked him up and down until she had him clean. “Fuck, you make me feel so damn good.” Kyle pulled her up out of the bed and held her tight against him. His chest hair tickled her nose, and she laughed. “What’s so funny?” he demanded in a stern voice. “Your chest hair is tickling my nose.” “I’ll show you tickling.” He grabbed her up and threw her on the bed, then pounced on her and began tickling her all over. West returned and joined in. Finally, when she’d begged enough, they let her up. She couldn’t stop laughing, and Kyle kissed her until she’d calmed down. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. A bath for you, my lady, and showers for us.” West ushered her into the bathroom where he sat her on the counter while he ran her bath. He sprinkled her bath salts in the

 

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churning water then pronounced it ready. She jumped down from the counter before he could pick her up, and stepped into the tub with his help. She slid down into the water and relaxed. She had a lot to do over the next few weeks. Giving her notice at the diner was upper most in her mind. She was going to miss the people who worked there. Well, not Jim, that was for sure. Still, she was excited. By the time the men were through with their showers, her water had grown cold. She stepped out of the tub into the arms of West holding a towel out for her. He patted her dry then offered to put lotion on her. She was getting spoiled and knew it. Never had she been so pampered. “We need to get into bed soon. You have to be up early for work tomorrow,” Brandy reminded them. “Not much longer, though, baby. Then we’ll get you to Texas with us.” Kyle kissed her on the forehead. They all climbed into the bed, and this time, she rested her head on Kyle’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and held her close. She felt West’s hand on her hip and knew a moment of perfection when all was right in her world. Nothing could mar her mood.

 

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Chapter Nine The next night was a slow night for her. The afternoon had been fairly busy, but things were slow enough that she was bored. She’d already done all the tables, filled up the condiments, and swept the floor twice. She was nearly falling asleep. There was nothing left to do, so they decided to close a little early. She thought about waiting for the men, but decided they would still be waiting on time to watch for her by the time she got home. She walked outside to where she’d parked under a light. Hal watched her get to her car, then climbed into his truck and pulled away. She couldn’t get her key to go into the lock. It was as if something was blocking it. The next thing she knew, someone had a hand over her mouth and nose. She tried fighting, but he was too strong for her. She couldn’t scream, and she couldn’t bite her attacker’s hand. He had it cupped. She tried butting her head back, but he moved back from her. Finally, he maneuvered her to where his van was parked. He tossed her in and climbed in after her. When she started to scream again, he hit her, and she nearly passed out. He wrapped a gag around her mouth then quickly taped her hands behind her back and her feet together. She fought, but there was no way she could get away now. What was going on? Why was he kidnapping her? She didn’t have any money or family. What did he plan to do with her? She struggled to try and see who had her, but had trouble turning around with the van moving. Every time she almost got turned

 

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around, they would turn a corner, and she ended right back up like she had been to start with. Finally, the van stopped moving, and the man got out and came around to pull her out. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Jim. The fool was going to end up dead when her men caught up with him. She glared at him and tried to tell him that, but the gag hampered her efforts. “Not so high and mighty now, are you?” He pulled her to him, then bent and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her like that down a path and to a cabin of some sort. She figured it was a hunting cabin. He opened the door and carried her to a bed, where he dropped her none too gently. Brandy fought her bindings, but there was no way she was going to get out of the duct tape. He removed the gag, and she immediately sucked in great gulps of air. “Why in the hell would you kidnap me, Jim? You’re going to be in so much trouble.” “I’ll be long gone from here. They’re paying me enough to go to Mexico if I want to.” “Who’s paying, and why?” she demanded. “None of your fucking business. All you have to worry about is pleasing me.” Brandy stilled. Surely he wouldn’t rape her. Her heart skipped a beat as she began to shake. She couldn’t handle it if he raped her. She would never be able to live through it. “I see you’re worried now. You should be. You treated me like crap. I’ll get my revenge, bitch.” He pulled her in for a kiss. She fought him and tried to bite him. He slapped her. Then he bit her on the neck. “You bite me, and I’ll make it hard for you. Do you understand me?” Jim yelled.

 

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“You’re not going to force me to do anything. I’ll fight you all the way.” “I love a good fight. I’ll make you beg me for it before it’s over with.” “I’ll never beg you for anything,” she spat out. **** West and Kyle pulled their bikes up to the diner to wait for Brandy to come out. They waited for several minutes when Kyle realized the building was empty. “West, something is wrong. Everything is dark inside.” They climbed off their bikes and walked around the building. Sure enough, the building looked deserted. “Where could she be? Her car is still here.” West walked over to the car and cursed. “Her bag and keys are lying on the ground over here. Someone grabbed her.” “What are we going to do? How do we find her?” Kyle panicked. “Calm down. The first thing we do is call the sheriff.” West pulled out his phone and dialed the number. The sheriff and one of his deputies were there in less than fifteen minutes. Kyle and West explained what they were doing there and what they’d found. The sheriff studied the scene and then made notes. “She was obviously kidnapped,” he concluded. “Well, hell. We knew that,” Kyle yelled. “Calm down both of you. Someone will be calling wanting a ransom or something. When they do, you let us know.” “We’re just supposed to sit here waiting?” West asked with a growl. “It’s all we can do right now. We don’t have anything to go on right now. I don’t know where to start, do you?” the sheriff asked. “Fuck!” West crossed to his bike and climbed on.

 

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Kyle was right behind him. They quickly returned to the house and waited. Nearly two hours later, Kyle’s cell phone rang. He jumped on it and put it on speaker before answering. “Hello?” “If you ever want to see your bitch alive again, you’ll stop working on that hotel.” “This is about the hotel? Why?” Kyle asked. “That’s none of your business. Just don’t work anymore on it.” “When will you let us have her back?” he demanded. “You don’t work this next week and you can have her back, or what’s left of her at the end of the week.” “You lay a fucking finger on her, and I’ll tear your balls off,” Kyle promised. “You aren’t in any position to make demands.” Then he hung up. “What are we going to do?” Kyle asked. “Not go into work, for one thing. I think we need to go talk to Cole.” West headed for the door. “Do you think he’ll stop?” “I don’t know, but we don’t have to.” West climbed on the bike and pulled out as soon as Kyle was ready. They knocked on Cole’s door at the hotel at a quarter of two. Zack answered the door wearing jeans he’d obviously pulled on, since they weren’t fastened. “What in the hell are you doing over here at this time of morning?” “We’ve got a major problem and need to talk to you and Cole.” Kyle ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, come on in.” Zack held the door open then switched on the light. Cole growled but climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans. “What in the hell is going on?

 

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“Someone kidnapped Brandy and is holding her to keep us from working at the site anymore this week.” West filled Zack and Cole in on the events of the night. “I knew something was going on with this job. Too many setbacks and all the problems with our work.” Cole cursed long and hard. “You’re not going to work tomorrow. In the meantime, you need to figure out what is going on with the hotel. I’ll call the company and work it from that end. Do you have any idea who has her?” Cole asked. “I’ve heard the voice before,” West said, “but I don’t remember where. It will come to me, though.” “Keep trying to remember. You figure who it is, maybe we can figure out where they are,” Zack told them. “Do we bring the sheriff back in on it?” West asked. “I think you need to. If you figure out who it is, you’re going to need his ability to dig up information to find her.” Cole sighed. West and Kyle thanked Cole and Zack before leaving. They returned to the house. West ran to the bathroom. Kyle stopped in the kitchen to make coffee. When West emerged from the bedroom, Kyle handed him a cup of coffee. “When do you think we should call the sheriff?” Kyle asked. “Now is as good a time as any.” West pulled out his phone and dialed the number. He answered on the second ring. “A man called tonight. He wants us not to work on the hotel the rest of this week.” “That’s all he wanted?” The sheriff sounded incredulous. “That’s it. We’re not going back, but I want to find her before the bastard hurts her. He sounded like he plans on messing with her. He touches her, and all bets are off.” “I didn’t hear that, son. You keep me informed. I’m going to do some digging on who would have a reason to keep that hotel from being built.” The sheriff hung up.

 

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“I don’t like just sitting here. I need to do something,” West said, slapping the wall. “Me either, but I can’t think of a damn thing we can do without information.” “I’d go and beat it out of one of those guys on the construction site if it wouldn’t look like we’re going to work,” “Maybe Cole will come up with something from his end soon.” Kyle ran a hand through his hair and sat his empty coffee cup on the bar. After what seemed like hours later, Cole called. Kyle put him on speaker on his cell. “Okay, here is the thing. Their contract on the land states that they have to show improvement of the property by August thirtieth, which is in three days. They have to have the hotel finished and ready for business by then. If they don’t, then the property reverts back to the city.” “Damn, that’s a big incentive to get it finished. So someone wants them to lose the land. Why?” Kyle asked himself more than Cole. “It could be the city wanting the land back, or it could be someone wanting to buy the land out from under them.” “So, we need to figure out who, and that means figuring out why,” West said. **** Brandy woke up to find herself lying on an old army cot that smelled musty and made her sneeze. She was still taped around her wrists and ankles, but she managed to sit up. She was stiff from having lain on her side on the old cot for so long. She wondered what time it was. The window had a heavy curtain over it, but sunlight still sifted through the opening where it wasn’t closed tightly.

 

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She wondered if she could hop over to the window and look out. What would it tell her, though? She had no idea where she was, and even if she did, what could she do about it? She couldn’t tell anyone. She listened closely to see if anyone was in the cabin with her. She didn’t hear a thing. Why would Jim kidnap her? She still didn’t have an answer to that question. The next one was where was he and why had he left her alone? He had scared her to death then dumped her in the bedroom. None of it made any sense to her. Brandy carefully stood up next to the cot and attempted to jump across the room to see if the door was locked. It took all her strength to make it to the door. Once she got there, she leaned against it to rest. Her legs muscles where burning from the strain. Turning around, she leaned against the door and grasped the door knob in her hand. She drew in a deep breath and prayed before attempting to turn the knob. It turned, opening the door, allowing her to fall through into the other room. She hit the floor hard, knocking the breath from her. Once she caught her breath, she realized there didn’t appear to be anyone in the cabin with her. Where had Jim gone? Would he be back, or did he plan to leave her here to die? Well Brandy had no intentions of waiting around to find out. She rolled over and inched her way to a chair in the living area of the cabin. She used her leg muscles and chin to pull herself up on it until she was kneeling by it. Then she leaned into the chair using her shoulders and pushed herself into a standing position. Exhausted, Brandy stood there wishing her feet were free. If she could figure out how to get her hands free, she could manage her feet. She hopped toward the kitchen area of the cabin and turned around to open drawers with her hands. She rummaged around in them, looking for something that would cut through the tape. Finally, her hands found small paring knife. She whooped for joy and turned the knife around to try and saw through her restraints. Twice she cut herself, trying to cut the tape. The blood made the

 

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handle slippery, making it even more difficult to manipulate it against the tape. She sawed and poked until her hands were suddenly free. Tears trailed down her face. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until then. She didn’t bother looking to see how badly her hands were cut. She reached down and cut her ankles free of the tape. She tore it off her pants and stomped her feet to get the blood circulating better. They tingled and burned. Her hands weren’t much better. She finally noticed the blood and felt a little sick when she realized she’d cut them pretty badly. She turned the water on, but nothing came out. There weren’t any towels that she could find, either. Desperate, she wiped them on the hem of her shirt and hissed at the slight sting. She set her sights on the outside door next. She needed to hurry before Jim returned. There was only one entrance and exit, so she hurried to the door and turned the handle. It didn’t open. She fiddled with the lock on the inside and finally got it open. Her bloodslickened hands didn’t help with turning the knob. Brandy looked around and realized she was out in the middle of nowhere. There were sparse trees, but mostly scrub. She could follow the road out, but risked Jim driving up. The tears began anew as she contemplated what to do. I refuse to die out here or let Jim use me. I’ll get out of here one way or another. With those thoughts, she scrambled out the door and off the porch. The dry grass reached nearly to her waist as she began to run along the road. She would hide in the grass when she heard a car coming. The road was gravel, and she should hear it before she saw it. Long minutes later, she had to slow down. She was getting tired, and she was thirsty. Her throat felt parched. She would never make it if she ran like that. She kept her pace even as she walked down one side of the gravel road. Her feet and ankles were hurting from walking on the rocks. There was nothing she could do about it except move

 

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over into the grass. She didn’t want to leave a trail, though, and trampled grass would be a sure sign she had been through there. After nearly an hour, her head hurt, her feet hurt, and her hands were beginning to throb. They’d finally stopped bleeding, though she felt light headed. That could be from either the sun, or loss of blood, or both. A noise ahead alerted her to a car coming up the gravel road. She carefully slipped into the tall grass and hunched down until she was hopeful she couldn’t be seen. A brown truck drove down the road and passed by her without slowing up. She couldn’t tell if it were Jim or not from her position in the grass. Now what was she going to do? He would soon be looking for her. She had to keep moving, so she waited a good minute, then began slowly and carefully moving through the grass parallel to the road but a good five yards off from it. After about fifteen minutes, she heard the truck tear out down the road, heading her way. She stopped moving and crouched down in hopes he wouldn’t see her. If he continued to drive like a bat out of hell, he would be going by too fast anyway. Brandy waited as the truck drew nearer then passed by at a high rate of speed. He was pissed and maybe scared if he wasn’t working alone. Someone else might be angry with him for losing her. Good. As soon as he passed, she began slipping through the grass once again. She was so intent on not leaving a trail, she almost slipped up on the truck where it had stopped in the middle of the road. She sank back into the grass and tried to figure out what the driver was doing, and if it were Jim or not. The man stood up from where he’d been crouched looking at something. It was Jim all right. He looked fit to be tied. But what was he doing? She edged closer and heard him mumbling to himself. “Damn bitch. Where in the hell has she gotten to? She couldn’t have gone far on foot. I promised to keep her hidden until the end of

 

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the week, and now she’s gone missing.” He climbed back in the truck and took off once again. She heaved out a sigh of relief. She had only gone about fifty yards or so when the truck came back up the road, going much slower now. She was scared he might have seen her when he stopped directly across from her and began walking around the edge of the road again. He stopped several times and peered out through the grass. “She’s somewhere out there, but how far has she gotten?’ Jim climbed back into the truck and drove a little farther down the road before getting out and searching the area again. She remained still until he moved around a bend in the road. Then she slid through the grass, begging God to let her make it home.

 

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Chapter Ten “Hell, if I could just remember where I’ve heard that voice before,” West complained. “We might be able to find her sooner that way.” He refused to believe they wouldn’t find her. He was just worried about what shape she’d be in when they did. That worried him—a lot. It wouldn’t matter, they’d still love her, but it did matter that she would be hurt. “Stop worrying about how she’ll be, and let’s concentrate on finding her. We’ll deal with the rest later.” Kyle knew West was a worrier. “Either it’s someone from the construction site, or someone from the diner.” West rubbed his face with both hands. He hadn’t slept much, worrying about Brandy. “Well, the sheriff said he’s doing a check on the crew and would let us know if anything popped.” Kyle poured another cup of coffee. It would be his third for the day. “Damn it, I can’t stand to think of her out there scared and not knowing if anyone is looking for her or not.” “She knows we are, West. We told her we loved her. She has to know we’re coming for her.” West gave up trying to think of where he’d heard that voice before and decided to go by the sheriff’s office to see what he’d dug up so far. “Come on, Kyle. Let’s go. I’m not sticking around here like this, or I’m going to go stark raving mad.”

 

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“Where are we going?” Kyle followed him outside and put on his helmet. “To check in with the sheriff. Maybe he knows something by now.” West took off toward the sheriff’s office knowing Kyle would follow him. He needed something to do. Harassing the sheriff was all he could think of at that minute. They pulled into the parking lot about the same time the sheriff walked outside. “What are you boys doing here?” he asked. “Came to see what you’ve found out.” West pulled off his helmet. “I’m still doing background checks. You’ll be pleased to know that all of your gang checks out.” “You’ve wasted time checking my friends? You stupid idiot. I know they are okay.” “Calm down, West.” Kyle put his hand on West’s shoulder. “He has to rule everyone out before he can find the man we’re looking for. You know that.” “Fuck. There has to be something we can do to find her.” “We’re doing all we can, son. Leave this to us and let us do our jobs.” The sheriff climbed into his SUV and pulled out of the parking lot. “That was a waste of time,” West fumed. “Let’s go by the diner and see if anyone there has any ideas,” Kyle suggested. “Better than sitting here.” West put on his helmet and started the bike. They rode toward the diner and pulled into the parking lot to find that there were very few people there. West climbed off the bike and waited for Kyle to do the same, and then they walked into the building and headed straight for the counter. The waitress backed up a step. Hell, they probably had scowls on their faces. They were scaring the poor thing. He made an effort to tone it down some.

 

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“Is the manager here?” West asked. “Um, yeah. Just a minute.” She disappeared in the back then reappeared with a man wiping his hands on his apron. “Yeah, I’m the manager. What can I do for you?” “We’re friends of Brandy. We’re trying to find her and wondered if you knew of anyone hanging around the diner that wasn’t normally here other than us.” West looked the man in the eyes. “Can’t say as I had. No one around here would hurt Brandy for anything. She’s a good girl and treats everyone like kinfolk. I can’t imagine who would kidnap her.” The manager shook his head as he continued to wipe his hands on the apron. “Anything at all unusual happen lately?” Kyle asked. “Well, if you don’t count the fact that Jim didn’t show up for work today, then nothing,” the man said. “Well, thanks for the help,” Kyle told him and gave West a nudge toward the door. West let his friend urge him outside and on the bike. He stopped by the bikes and shook his head. He was missing something. Somewhere in his head was the answer but he couldn’t quite get to it. He cursed and grabbed the helmet and slipped it on. “Let’s go back to the house and fix something to eat. We need to be ready when we have a name or a place to go.” Kyle pulled out and West followed him. On the way back, he worried about Brandy and how she was feeling right now. Was she scared, hungry, in pain? He ground his teeth in exasperation. There was nothing he could do to help her, and it angered him. Hell, it hurt him not to be there for her. Once back at the house, they pulled together sandwiches and ate in silence. After cleaning up, Kyle turned on the TV and watched the news and weather. West couldn’t be still. He paced for a while, then finally sat on the couch, remembering working Brandy up into a frenzy there.

 

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He thought back to when they’d first met her and how they’d first gotten to touch her when that guy had attacked her… “Fuck! That’s where I’ve heard his voice before.” West jumped up. “What? Who is it?” Kyle demanded as he too got up. “Jim. That son of a bitch. He has her.” “We need to contact the sheriff and find out where the bastard lives.” Kyle pulled out his phone and began dialing the sheriff’s office. “I’ll kill that bastard if he’s hurt her.” West listened as Kyle relayed to the sheriff about Jim. “He says they are on their way over there now. He wouldn’t give me the address, but I figure we can follow the sirens.” Kyle walked to the door and opened it. West nearly knocked Kyle down getting to his bike. He wanted to get his hands on that bastard. If the sheriff didn’t have him in custody when he got there, all bets were off. They raced toward the sirens and pulled up outside a dilapidated old house at the end of a street. The sheriff’s SUV and a deputy car were pulled into the drive, and they were knocking on the door. When they pulled up behind the other vehicles, the sheriff frowned. “What in the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. “We’re going to be here for Brandy. I don’t want strangers scaring her.” West waited for what they would do next. “He’s not answering, and his truck isn’t at home. He drives a brown Chevrolet.” “Where would he be if not here?” Kyle asked. “I don’t know. I’ll have to do some checking to see if he has property anywhere else.” The sheriff walked over to his truck and got on his radio. “What if she’s in there and he’d just not home right now?” West asked. He badly wanted in that house.

 

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“We can’t go in without a warrant. I’m working on getting that right now as well.” “Sheriff. We’ve got that warrant. Todd’s on his way over with it now,” one of the deputies called out. “Good. We’ll be in there in just a minute, guys. Just hold on.” West paced on the front porch tempted to just break in the door himself. About that time, a car came screeching up the drive, and someone jumped out with a piece of paper and ran it up to the sheriff. He looked up and smiled. “Okay guys, we can go in now.” **** Brandy was hot, thirsty, and very tired. Her hands throbbed and her legs ached from the constant crouching she was doing to stay out of Jim’s sight. He was riding up and down the road, stopping every once in a while to check the grass around it. She made very little progress with him hovering around as if he knew she was there somewhere. She was scared to death he’d hear her heartbeat as it pounded in her chest. Maybe he would hear her raspy breathing that sounded so loud in her ears. She cringed each time he got close to her hiding place. So far, he’d missed her. When he got back in his truck and drove off again, she eased through the grass as fast as she dared before dropping to a crouch at the sound of his truck pulling back in her direction. She couldn’t do this all day and not eventually get caught. Once, he tried to trick her and pulled off, but came back a few minutes later on foot. She nearly got caught that time. Thank goodness she had just sunk back down to rest when he did. He began yelling out at her. “You better come on out now. I’ll find you eventually, and when I do, I’ll make you wish you’d never left the cabin.”

 

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He jumped back in the truck and rolled out of sight only to repeat the same warning a little farther ahead of her. She moved while he was ranting. When he stopped, she stopped moving and concentrated on controlling her heavy breathing. “Brandy. You need to come on out of there. You know there are snakes and all sorts of bugs out there in that grass. I can’t help you if you get snakebitten.” She shuddered. No doubt he was right, and there were snakes and bugs out here, but she would rather get snakebit than put up with Jim’s advances. The man was nasty, had bad breath, and generally made her sick to be around. “If you don’t get your ass out here in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to set this place on fire and you can burn with it. Do you hear me?” he called out. Oh, God. If he did start a fire, she might never get out of it. She knew how grass fires spread. She’d be burned to a crisp before she could even make it to the road. She started weighing her options. She had little doubt he would do it, since he was obviously crazy. He’d burn half the state up trying to get to her. Did she want to burn, or risk Jim’s rutting body over hers? Brandy honestly wasn’t sure which was worse. Finally, she decided to stay where she was and call his bluff. If he made good on his promise, she’d try and outrun the flames and get on the gravel road to do it. She would make it. She had a reason to make it. Two reasons, actually. She had a new life ahead of her. She would get her chance at it, or die trying. Jim kept walking up and down the road now. He cursed and called her all sorts of names. He was fast deteriorating and becoming more and more unstable. She knew if he ever caught her, he’d end up killing her. When he took the truck and disappeared for a good twenty minutes, she made the most of it and hurried through the grass to where she hoped was a road leading to town. The long gravel drive

 

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had to end up on a road somewhere. She stilled and heard the unmistakable sound of his truck coming back. She ducked beneath the grasses and waited to see where he would stop. This time, he stopped ahead of her and ranted and raved for her to show herself and come out. Finally, he gave up yelling at her and brought a can. She knew it would be gasoline. She panicked and began running in the opposite direction of the truck. He yelled at her to stop. She ignored him and continued running full out. Her legs pumped even though she was tired. She managed to find a little more energy to push herself to run faster. When she tripped over her own feet, Brandy fell face-first with her hands out in front of her. She screamed when her hands hit the hard, unforgiving ground. She rolled over to her back and gasped in pain as she heard Jim’s boots hit the ground, coming for her. She bit back the pain and got up and began running again. She risked a glance behind her and wished she hadn’t. He wasn’t that far behind her. Brandy kept pumping her legs in an effort to put some distance between them. Jim didn’t take care of himself and spent a lot of time in front of the TV. Surely she could outrun him with the adrenaline flowing in her body. She ran closer to the road where the grass was easier for her to run though. She couldn’t afford to try the gravel road. She could fall and twist an ankle on the rocks. She would stick to the edge where the grass was shorter. Her lungs were burning, and she had a stitch in her side from running, but she didn’t slow up. Her life might depend on it. All she could think about was that she wanted her men. She needed them. Now that she’d found someone who would love her and take care of her, she was going to lose them. They would never want her if Jim got hold of her. Tears nearly blinded her as she fought not to cry. She couldn’t afford to lose her balance and fall again. He was right on her. It would be a test of endurance now. If she could just outlast him, she could

 

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possibly make it to a main road and flag down someone to get her back to town. “You, bitch! I’m going to get you. You’re not getting away from me.” He was so close to her now that she thought she felt his breath on her neck. She knew it wasn’t possible, since he would have her if he were that close, but it spurred her on. The pounding of his shoes against the ground matched the wild beat of her heart. Please, please, please, God, help me get away from him. She heard him stumble and fall, grunting when he did. She let herself believe for the first time that she would make it after all. She didn’t slow up, but kept running full out. There was nothing that said he couldn’t catch back up with her. He was just as determined to catch her as she was to get away from him. If only she could hold out until it grew dark. If she could hide again, she would have a better chance of getting away. If he couldn’t see her, he couldn’t find her. If she could just make it until then, she might be able to lose him for good. Suddenly, she slid to a shaky stop when she came up on a deep ditch full of water. She almost lost her balance and fell in. Instead, she managed to sit down and keep from sliding on down into the murky water. She’d have to get on the road and go over the ditch on the bridge. It took a great deal of effort to climb back to her feet and climb up the side of the bank to the road. She stumbled across the bridge and then moved back to the side of the gravel and began jogging. The pain in her side grew the more she jogged, but she refused to stop. She would make it. She refused to give up. Then she heard the truck coming up behind her.

 

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Chapter Eleven “Okay, we’ve got it,” the sheriff told Kyle and West. “He has an old cabin left to him by his grandfather outside of town. We’re on our way.” “We’re going with you. No way you’re going without us.” Kyle grabbed his helmet and climbed on the bike. West was right beside him. They pulled out onto the main road then turned down a blacktop road about five miles later. Kyle felt as if they were driving out into nowhere. A few minutes later, they hit a gravel road. Here, they had to slow down, as dust from the two vehicles ahead of them cut visibility way down. After about three minutes the brake lights went on ahead, and they had to stop hard to keep from hitting them. Kyle climbed off his bike and raced up to see what was going on. West made it there before he did, and he heard a roar from his best friend. “I’ll fucking kill you.” The sheriff and a deputy were holding him back. “You need to see about her. We have him.” The sheriff jerked West back from Jim, who was cowering next to the deputy holding him. “Brandy, fuck. Brandy!” West ran over to where she lay crumpled in the grass like a rag doll. “I’ve called for an ambulance. Don’t you boys go moving her.” “What the hell happened?” Kyle demanded. “He hit her with the truck,” West managed to get out. They knelt next to her, afraid to touch her.

 

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“How bad?” Kyle demanded. “I don’t know. I didn’t see him. I just saw her fly off to the side.” “Brandy, baby. Can you hear us? We’re here, baby. We’ll take care of you.” Kyle could feel the tears in his eyes. He could see them in West’s eyes as well. They gently touched her face. She opened her eyes and moaned before trying to sit up. “Don’t move, baby. You’re hurt. We don’t know how bad.” Kyle gently pushed her back down. “He just grazed my hip is all. I think I turned my ankle, though, when I fell.” They continued to talk to her and touch her while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. One of the deputies brought over a blanket and laid it over her to keep her warm. Kyle prayed that she would be okay. He couldn’t lose her when he’d just found her. He and West had so many things to show her. They wanted to take her to the Grand Canyon and to see the ocean. He just couldn’t lose her now. The ambulance finally pulled up after what seemed like hours. The paramedics rolled her onto a backboard and put a collar around her neck before carting her to the ambulance. They wouldn’t let either man ride with her, so they followed the ambulance to the hospital. Once there, they wouldn’t let them back with her. No matter how much they begged or threatened, they were made to wait in the outside waiting room. “We’ll come and get you once the doctor’s finished with his exam and all the tests. You would only get in the way. I know you don’t want to be in the way,” a nurse told them. Kyle growled at her, and West scowled, but there wasn’t much they could do. She just shook her head and disappeared through the emergency room doors. “She’s going to be all right, West. We just found her.” Kyle was telling himself more than his friend. “I can’t stand the idea of being without her,” West confessed.

 

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“We need to call Cole and let him know what has happened,” Kyle realized. He pulled out his phone and dialed Cole’s number. The other man answered on the third ring. “Yeah?” “We have her back. She’s in the emergency room. The bastard hit her with his truck.” “Fuck, how bad?” Cole asked. “We don’t know, but she was conscious when they brought her in. Her hands and arms were covered with blood. I don’t know anything more.” Kyle sighed. “We’re pulling for her. Don’t worry about anything but her. We’ve gotten back on track since the men realize the law is in on this now. They evidently don’t want to lose their jobs or go to jail.” “I’ll keep you informed, but so far, we don’t know a damn thing. You be careful. Someone is awful serious about that hotel not getting finished on time. You don’t know what else they might try,” Kyle warned Cole. “I’ll be listening for you to tell me how she’s doing.” Cole hung up Kyle paced one side of the waiting room while West paced the other. Neither man could be still. Every time someone came through the ER doors, both men stood up to see if it was for them. The longer they waited for someone to come tell them something, the more serious they thought it was. Finally, the sheriff walked out. He’d been allowed to go in because he was law enforcement. He had a grim expression on his face. Kyle felt his heart sink. She wasn’t doing well. “What is it? How is she?” West beat him to the question. “She’s conscious and wanting to get up. I kept waiting for them to let me talk to her, but they won’t let me until they finish all their tests. I know she has some pretty deep cuts on her hands and right arm, and

 

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has a badly sprained ankle. Her hip is bruised where the truck struck her, but I don’t know about any broken bones. I just overheard that much.” The sheriff sighed and shook his head. “What?” Kyle demanded. “She’s going to be sore all over from this. They plan on sedating her so she’ll rest. Right now she’s fighting them, wanting to go home. They want to keep her overnight just to be safe.” “She can’t have a head injury, then, because they wouldn’t do that.” West had one about two years prior, and they wouldn’t give him anything but Tylenol for pain for twenty-four hours in case he had complications. “That’s something, anyway.” West sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for telling us what you know. We’re dying out here not knowing what is going on back there with her.” Kyle shook the sheriff’s hand. West pulled his hand out of his pocket and did the same thing. “Thanks.” “They’re supposed to call me the minute she wakes up from the sedation, so I can interview her. I don’t want any problems with you two about that. I have to know as soon as possible what happened, or I’ll end up letting the bastard go.” “The hell you will.” Kyle took a step forward. “I need her statement to hold him longer than the twenty-four the law allows me without charging him. I can charge him with failing to yield for a pedestrian as it is. He’d be out on bail by the time she wakes up.” “You keep that son of a bitch in jail, or he’ll deal with us,” West promised. The sheriff sighed and shook his head. “I’ll be going now before I hear something I don’t need to hear.” He turned and walked toward the outside door.

 

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“If Jim ends up out on the street, he’s mine.” West looked Kyle in the eyes. “He’s ours, West. We’re in this together.” “No, if I go to jail, you need to take care of Brandy. He isn’t going to walk away without paying for what he did to her.” “It’s not going to come down to that, West. She’s going to tell the sheriff everything he needs to know to put Jim down for a long time.” Kyle drew in a deep breath. “Besides, we’re taking her away from here. She won’t be anywhere around that bastard again.” “What if she doesn’t trust us to take care of her now? I mean, we weren’t there for her.” West’s expression was one of anguish. “She’ll know we couldn’t do anything until we found out what happened to her. We came for her, West. She’ll understand. She’s not going to change her mind.” Kyle hoped he was telling his best friend the truth. He’d worried a little about that as well. She’d been attacked before, and then there was the incident with Jim when they’d first met her. They hadn’t been in her life for the first one, but they should have stopped Jim from ever laying a hand on her the second time. They’d been trying to keep out of the way until she was alone to approach her. It was too late by the time they realized Jim was manhandling her. He could still see her body on the ground with all the blood on her hands and arms. She had been soaked with sweat, and her clothes were covered in briars and dirt. It looked as if she’d been running for her life. Kyle had little doubt she had been doing just that,. God, the fear she must have had knowing Jim was looking for her. How had she gotten away from him in the first place? “I can’t take much more of this waiting, Kyle. I’m going to go crazy.” West was clenching and unclenching his hands now. “It shouldn’t be long now. They’ll be out soon to tell us what is going on.” Another thirty minutes went by, and finally, a man in green scrubs stepped through the door and focused his attention on them.

 

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“Kyle and West? The sheriff said you would be this woman’s next of kin to talk to.” “That’s us. I’m Kyle, and this is West.” Kyle introduced them. “I’m Dr. Ken Strong. Let’s sit over here so I can tell you what is going on right now.” He indicated a set of chairs away from the others in the waiting room. “Brandy has multiple lacerations to her hands and left arm. We’ve sewed them up, but she had a lot of dirt and debris in them. I’m worried about them getting infected.” He stopped and let that sink in. “Next, she has a badly sprained ankle, but it will heal fine, I’m sure. We have a wrist brace on her because of the cuts we need to watch on her hands and arm. As long as she keeps the brace on and doesn’t attempt to do anything with that hand, it will be fine.” Kyle looked over at West. He knew the worst was yet to come. “What else?” West asked him, nodding at Kyle. “She has a bruised hip, but it’s not broken. All in all, she’s a very lucky young lady.” “When can we see her?” West asked. “They’re moving her to a room right now. As soon as she’s settled in, a nurse will come get you and take you to her room. She was awake and answering questions before I left. I’m sure you know the sheriff will be back to talk to her before long.” “We know. So she’s awake?” Kyle asked. “She was when I left, but we are keeping her pretty sedated to help her with the pain. She might be asleep when you see her. Let her rest as much as she can. She’s been through a major trauma.” “But she’s going to be okay.” Kyle made it a statement. He wanted affirmation. “Yes, barring the infection I’m worried about with her hands and arm, she’s going to be fine. We have her on some heavy antibiotics.” The doctor got up and turned to go but stopped and turned back around. “I’m sure you want to know and just haven’t asked. She wasn’t raped, that we can tell.

 

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“Thanks, Doc. We really appreciate you’re coming out to talk to us. We’ve been imagining the worst.” He just nodded and returned to the back. Kyle sighed in relief. He looked over and found West with his hands covering his face, and bent over as if in prayer. Maybe he was praying. Maybe he should be thanking the good Lord himself. “She’s going to be fine, West.” “Yeah. I feel like I’ve been through a stampede. I’m all washed out now that I know she’s going to be okay. “Remember, the sheriff is going to be coming back to ask her questions. We have to let him talk to her. He’ll let her rest if she needs to. He’s not insensitive.” Kyle wanted to get back there to see her before he showed up, though. He wanted, no, needed to see her for himself. Nearly an hour went by before a nurse came out to get them. She introduced herself as Clara and walked them around the emergency room to a bank of elevators. They went to the second floor and down a hall where she stopped outside of room two-twenty-three. “She’s in there. She’s probably sleeping, so let her sleep. She’ll wake up off and on, so you can talk to her when she does.” They thanked her and eased into the room, careful not to make any noise. At first, Kyle almost didn’t recognize her. She was white as the sheet on the bed, so that her dirty, matted hair looked bright in comparison. There were dark circles around her eyes making them look sunken and black. Her left arm was in a brace and there were bandages covering both hands. West crossed over and laid a hand against her cheek, then stepped back and sat down in one of the chairs. Kyle pulled another one closer to the bed and sat next to her as well. She was so still, and the sight of the tube running to her right arm reminded him that she needed medication to keep away the infection. “She looks so bad, Kyle.” West spoke first in a soft whisper.

 

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“I know. But she’s alive, and nothing major is wrong. She’ll be over the soreness and sprained ankle in no time. That’s all that matters at this point.” “Do you think it would be okay to kiss her? I want to kiss, let her know I’m here even if she is asleep.” West looked back at her. “Yeah, I think we can kiss her as long as we don’t touch her anywhere else. I don’t know what is hurt and what isn’t.” West stood up and leaned over the bed and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He smoothed back her hair and whispered something in her ear. When he sat down again, Kyle stood up and crossed to the head of the bed. He leaned over and kissed her gently, wishing she were awake to know he was there. He ended the kiss and bent to her ear to whisper in it how much he loved her. “Brandy, baby. It’s Kyle. I’m here, too. We won’t leave you alone. One of us will be here with you until you’re well enough to go home. Then we’re taking you away from here. I love you, baby.” He stood up and looked down at her pale face. With a sigh, he returned to his chair and sank down feeling depressed, though thankful that she was going to be all right. Silence took over the room as he and West remained quiet and watchful. Several times, West got up and walked around the room, then settled back down in the chair. Kyle knew West was used to doing things and not waiting. He was showing a huge amount of restraint. “West, why don’t you go phone Cole and let him know how she is doing. We haven’t talk to him since we’ve gotten her report. I’ll sit by the bed with her until you get back.” West winced then nodded. Kyle knew he needed to get out of the room and walk off some of his anxiety before he accidently woke Brandy up. “I’ll be right back.”

 

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“Walk it out, West. We’ve probably got a long night ahead of us.” He checked his watch and grimaced. “Well. It’s nearly ten thirty. Go ahead and call Cole. He’ll be getting up soon anyway.” “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” West stood up. H reached over the rail and rubbed his fingers gently over her cheek before stepping outside. Kyle sighed and waited for something to happen. At this point, her moving in her sleep would be better than this deathly stillness. He had nearly dozed off when West returned with the sheriff in tow. “She hasn’t woken up yet?” West asked. “No, not yet.” “I guess I’m going to be waking her, then. We’ve got to have something to keep our guest in jail. You know I’ll make it quick so she can go back to sleep.” “Just take it easy on her. She’s going to be upset,” Kyle reminded him. “I will. Don’t worry. Now move back or I’ll make you leave the room while I talk to her. No interfering, either.” The sheriff gave them both a stern look before turning back to the bed where Brandy lay still as death. “Brandy, this is the sheriff. I need you to wake up and talk to me, honey. I need to know what happened to you.” Kyle held his breath as her eyelids fluttered, opened, and then closed again. The sheriff bent down and spoke in a low voice. “Brandy, wake up. I need to talk to you. Wake up, now.” “Sheriff,” West began. “West,” Kyle said in warning. “He said he would be careful of her, but he has to talk to her.” “What–what is going on?” Brandy’s weak voice grabbed his attention.

 

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Chapter Twelve “Hey, Brandy.” The sheriff pulled West’s chair up to the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?” “Sore. My hip hurts.” “I’m sure it does. You’ve been through a lot. Why don’t you tell me what happened. Start from when you got off work.” The sheriff pulled out his pad and pen, ready to take notes. “I remember thinking that I was getting off early for once, and would beat the guys home. We’d closed a little early since no one had been there in over an hour. I walked out to my car and couldn’t get my key to go in the lock. I don’t know why I couldn’t.” She looked up at him. “He’d put something in your keyhole to keep you from being able to unlock your door,” the sheriff explained to her. “It was Jim! Did you get him? He grabbed me and taped my hands behind my back and my legs together and put a gag in my mouth. I couldn’t get away.” She began to get agitated. Kyle stepped up to calm her down. “Easy, baby. It’s all over with now. You’re safe.” “Kyle. Let her talk,” the sheriff said in warning. Brandy looked over at Kyle with tears in her eyes then searched to find West on the other side of the room. He looked ready to kill someone. She smiled the best that she could for him. “So he used tape on you and had you tied up. What happened next?” The sheriff pulled her attention back to her story. “He put me in a van. I don’t know where he got it ’cause Jim’s never had a van before that I knew about.”

 

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“Do you remember what color the van was?” “It was a light blue color. It didn’t have any windows in it except the back window, and it was painted over so I couldn’t have seen out.” Brandy stopped and licked her lips. “Can I have something to drink?” West hurried over to her and poured her some water, then held the cup up so she could suck from the straw. The head of her bed was elevated enough she thought she could swallow without choking. Her throat felt so dry. She was thirsty. Once she’d finished, West set the cup back on the bedside table and ran his knuckles over her cheek before backing up again. She looked back at the sheriff for what he would ask next. “Do you remember anything about the inside of the van? What was in it? Did it look new or old?” “It had carpet on the floor, but I don’t remember the color, it was dark in the van. It wasn’t dirty really, but it needed vacuuming. I remember that there was a wall between me and the driver. It wasn’t like a minivan where it’s open so you can actually see back in the back. There was a window between the cab and the back. I could see someone through it when I was turned just right. I didn’t know it was Jim until he stopped and pulled me out.” The sheriff went through the rest with her until she’d told him everything. “If there is anything more you can remember, you let me know. I’ve got Jim in custody, and he’ll be going to prison for quite a while on this. You don’t have to worry about him bothering you again.” The sheriff started to stand up. “But what about whoever hired him? Why did they hire him and pay him money to kidnap me? Am I still in danger from them?” She was scared, and not too proud to admit it. “We’ll get to the bottom of it, Brandy. You have two men here who don’t plan on you being out of their eyesight for a long time. I don’t think you have to worry.”

 

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Brandy smiled at Kyle and West. They were there to watch out for her. She knew they would do their best. She still couldn’t help but be frightened that some unknown person still wanted her for some reason. “I’ll talk to you later, Brandy. I’m glad you’re going to be all right.” “Thanks, sheriff. I’m glad to be alive.” The sheriff left, and her two men lowered the bedrail and got up close to her and kissed her. First West, with his take-charge attitude, carefully took care of her mouth with gentle kisses and soft licks. Then Kyle kissed her lips before moving around her jaw to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and whispered in her ear that he loved her. She felt the tears in her eyes before they began to run down her face. “Hey, baby. Why are you crying?” West asked. Kyle pulled back with a question in his eyes. “I’m just tired, I guess. I’m so happy to see you two I don’t know what to do. I was so scared.” “I know you were, baby. I wish we had been there earlier so it wouldn’t have happened at all.” “Why did he do it? Who would want me?” she asked. “Honey, it wasn’t you really that they were after. They wanted to stop us from working on the hotel. Someone wants to keep the hotel from being finished for some reason,” West told her. “Cole is looking into why, but so far all we know is that if it isn’t finished, the land reverts back to the city. So there is something strange going on.” Kyle brushed away her tears with his fingers. “I’m sorry he used me against you two. I know you probably needed that job.” She knew she loved them even more now, knowing they’d given up working to see about her. “We can get work anywhere. We don’t have to have that job. All that matters is that you’re going to be fine,” Kyle assured her. “What about Cole and the others?”

 

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“They are still working. All they seemed to want was to get a couple of the guys off the project. It would have been enough with the ones who were not pulling their weight. Cole says everyone is working together now. They should make the cutoff time of Wednesday night at midnight.” West smiled at her. “And you two could go back and help them so they are sure to make it.” “No. We’re staying here with you. We aren’t leaving you alone for even one minute,” Kyle told her. “I’m okay now. I’ll be safe enough here. I hate for you to feel like you need to babysit me.” She couldn’t imagine them sitting there all day and night. They’d get bored and sore from sitting in the chairs. “We aren’t babysitting you. We’re spending time with you. At night, only one of us will sit with you and the other will go to your place and sleep. Then we’ll switch out,” Kyle told her. “I’m sorry this happened. If I’d just waited on you…” “Don’t go blame yourself for someone else’s dealings. It was Jim who kidnapped you. You shouldn’t have to worry about going home at night. But rest assured, it will never happen again.” West scowled then softened his gaze on her when she frowned. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips again. “You need to rest some more. You’re looking paler than you were to begin with. Do you need anything?” Kyle asked as he adjusted the covers on her. “No, but I am tired. I’ll close my eyes for a few minutes. I’ll be okay after that.” She smiled then yawned and winced. It even hurt to yawn. “Sleep, baby.” Kyle patted her on the shoulder. Brandy stifled a second yawn and closed her eyes. She drifted for a while, listening to the men talk. They were so angry that she’d been hurt. Who would have wanted to stop the hotel from being built and why? For some reason, that bugged her. Maybe she’d heard something at the diner about it.

 

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She fell into the dream almost as soon as she fell asleep. She was back at the diner serving the church crowd after Sunday night services. They were rowdy and happy, but the mayor and his group weren’t in a good mood. She wondered who’d peed in his cornflakes after he’d waved her away and glared at her when she’d offered them more tea. “I still say we can get that money by stopping the hotel from being built. If they don’t make the deadline, it comes back to the city and we can sell it again to the Brinkley’s for their strip mall,” the mayor told the other two men. Brandy recognized them as on the board of the City Council. What were they all talking about anyway to look so grim? She moved on and served the rest of her group. When she returned they were ready for their ticket, paid, and left. She realized it was important and immediately woke up. “I know what it is. I heard them talking about it at the diner one night, and didn’t realize what they were talking about.” Brandy tried to sit up and groaned when she pulled the stitches in her hands. “Whoa, Brandy. You’re going to hurt yourself. Let us help you.” Kyle jumped up and used the bed rail button to raise her head up some. “What do you remember, Brandy?” West moved closer. “It’s the mayor and two of the council members. They wanted to get the land back and resell it to someone by the name of Brinkley for a strip mall. I think they were going to get paid to deliver it to them.” “Are you sure? It wasn’t just your dream?” Kyle asked, looking doubtful. “No! I’m sure. I clearly remember it because they were so rude to me that night and never had been in the past.” “Okay, we’ll call the sheriff and let him know. He’ll want to talk to you again. Do you know who the other two men were?” Kyle pulled out his phone.

 

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“Oh, yes. I don’t know their names, but I can pick them out easy enough. They were in and out of the diner all the time.” Kyle put through the call to the sheriff with what Brandy had remembered. It was nearly nine in the morning. He promised to come by on his way home, around four thirty or five. Brandy was antsy, wanting him to get there so she could begin to put it behind her. She wanted it over with. The men weren’t going to wait forever for her, and she needed to concentrate on getting well. She didn’t want to lose the chance of having the happy family life they were promising her. When he arrived, she’d dozed off and on, but was instantly awake when he knocked on the door and came in. “Okay, tell me what you remember.” The sheriff sat down and pulled out his notepad and pen. He listened to her and asked questions until he was satisfied he had everything he needed. “Between your statement and the mess Jim has confessed, we should be able to tie this up in the next two or three days. I’ll need you to testify for us on both of these cases. You planning to be around?” he asked, looking over at the men. “She’ll be here long enough to heal, and then she’ll be in Texas with us. We’ll bring her back whenever she needs to testify. I’ll make sure you and everyone who needs it has our numbers,” Kyle said. “You’ll probably need to testify as well, so that will be fine. I appreciate all your help with this.” He shook their hands then left. “They brought you a tray of food and left it. I can go warm it up in the microwave if you’ll try a little of it,” West said. “I don’t know how much I can eat, but I want out of here. I’ll see how much I can to get down.” West warmed up the food for her, and she managed a little over half before she had to stop. She had to rely on the men to feed her. She couldn’t use her hands to hold the fork or spoon. There was something erotic about being fed by the two men. Maybe it was just her hormones reminding her she wanted them and wouldn’t get them

 

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for a few weeks. They wouldn’t touch her as long as she was hurt. She knew that even without them telling her. Her men were sensitive, loving men who wouldn’t hurt her for the world. There was no way they’d risk sex if it might cause her any pain or discomfort. She had a feeling she’d have to finally initiate the loving in the long run or they might not ever approach her. She could do that, she thought with a smile. Coming on to them was fun. She loved seeing that deep, dark expression in their eyes when they got all hot and bothered. Knowing she had such control over them was empowering to her. There was nothing more thrilling than to bring a strong man to his knees in pleasure. **** Nearly four weeks later, she was packed and ready to leave. The men hadn’t wanted her to drive yet, so they rented a big U-Haul. After packing it with her few possessions, they added their bikes. They would pull her car behind the truck. They situated her between them with a pillow to put her hands on. She was excited but sad about leaving her home. She’d been there for a long time to her. She had friends there, but they could keep in touch by phone and e-mail. The men assured her they had computers and Internet. She’d never had Internet before. It would be interesting to learn about it. The guys had laughed at her enthusiasm over the Internet. Of course, they took it for granted because they had it at home. “You ready to head out?” West asked. “Yep. I can’t wait.” She hugged him, then threw her arms around Kyle and hugged him as well. Neither man had approached her for sex. They loved on her and snuggled with her in bed once they were sure they wouldn’t accidently hurt her. Still, she wanted more. She needed more. As soon

 

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as they arrived at her new home, she would seduce them into having sex with her. She couldn’t wait. The drive proved to be a long one for her. She was still sore all over from being hit by the truck, so they stopped and let her get out and walk frequently to keep from getting stiff from all the riding. Several times, she found herself dozing on one of their shoulders. She loved knowing she could do that and they didn’t mind. It was late evening when they pulled into their drive. She was exhausted, and knew they had to be since they’d switched up driving several times when she’d needed to walk around. What should have taken maybe six or seven hours had taken a good ten because of her. “Here we are, Brandy. You’re new home,” Kyle said as he helped her from the truck. “It’s beautiful, but it’s so big! I never would have imagined something this expansive.” “We’re big men. We like a lot of space, and we were hoping to one day find a woman to love and marry.” West picked her up in his arms and walked toward the front of the house. “Hey, what are you doing? I can walk,” she complained. “I’m carrying you over the threshold. I know we aren’t all married yet, but it’s tradition.” “Okay, carry her back out,” Kyle said. “It’s my turn. They swapped out and Kyle carried her over next to her, laughing as he did. “You two are crazy,” she told them. “But you love us anyway,” West insisted. “Yes. I love you both very much.”

 

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Chapter Thirteen That night, she slept between them in her new home. She soaked up the warmth of the place around her and enjoyed their bodies surrounding her. Still, she wanted them to be back to normal. She planned to take matters into her own hands the next night. She would seduce them into making love to her. They spent the next day unloading the van and situating her things throughout the house. The few pieces of furniture she’d brought had been antiques from her parents’ house. They fit in well with their things. She didn’t have many clothes, so those fit in the large walk-in closet with so much room left over she was embarrassed. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re going to take you shopping and fill that thing up.” “Not all at one time, we’re not. I’ll add to it as I find something I want. I need more work clothes.” West had frowned with his brows knit together. “Why do you need work clothes?” he demanded. “I have to find a job around here soon. I don’t have a lot in savings.” “You’re not working, Brandy. You’re our wife. We’ll provide for you. You’re too precious to us for you to work and wear yourself out,” Kyle assured her. “I can’t just expect you to take care of me. I’m going to work and help pull my weight.” She crossed her arms and glared at them. “Baby, we want you home when we’re out working. I don’t want to worry that something is wrong.” West tried to get her to understand.

 

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“I won’t be coddled. I’m able to take care of myself. I can work and take care of you two, as well.” “It isn’t that we think you can’t, Brandy. It’s that you shouldn’t have to. You can find something else more fun to do besides working. Maybe take some classes of some kind or get a hobby,” Kyle suggested. “I suppose I can do something like that. Maybe see if there’s a charity I might like to be involved in.” She couldn’t believe she was giving in. “There you go. That sounds like something you would enjoy.” Later that evening, after dinner, she took a nice long bubble bath in her favorite bath salts then dressed in a naughty teddy she’d bought before they’d left Oklahoma. Its black body with pink bows was cute. She hoped it would turn them on enough she could talk them into playing around some, and that would lead to making love. When she stepped out into the living room wearing her new black, see-through robe, the men stopped what they were talking about and stood up staring at her. “Holy shit,” West said with rounded eyes. “Ah hell. We’re sunk, West,” Kyle warned him. “I don’t care.” He started toward her. Kyle put a restraining hand on his arm. “Remember, she’s still hurt.” West’s face looked pained as he remembered. She quickly walked over to them, swaying her hips as she did. “I’m well enough for some loving. If you don’t give it to me, I may have to find someone who will.” “Like hell you will,” West said and picked her up in his arms. He carried her to the bedroom with Kyle right behind him, unbuttoning his shirt. She grinned back at him. He clucked his tongue at her. “She’s being bad, West. I think she deserves exactly what she’s asking for. Only our way,” Kyle suggested.

 

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West grinned and nodded. “I agree.” Brandy wasn’t so sure about what they were talking about. If it included sex, she was all for it, though. It had been a long time since she’d felt their hard dicks in her aching pussy. She wanted to taste them, feel their hot cocks in her mouth. “Let’s see what you have under that robe, baby.” Kyle shoved his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She raised her eyebrows and he grinned. “I’ll pick it up later. Strip.” She grinned and slowly removed the sheer black robe. She laid it over the back of a chair. Then she looked over at where West was pulling off his jeans. “It looks like you’re getting behind, Kyle.” “Don’t you worry, I’ll catch up. Strip.” Brandy gave them a sultry smile and slowly began untying each ribbon that she had so painstakingly tied earlier. By the time she had the last one untied, both men were nude and reclining on the bed, stroking their cocks. She peeled off the teddy with the pink ribbons and then turned around and bent over as she slid the thong off as well. When she turned back around, both men wore aroused expressions on their faces, with their eyes merely slits as they stared at her. She crawled up the bed toward them and stopped at their cocks. She reached over with her tongue and licked the pearl of pre-cum from each of their slits before grabbing them both in each hand and slowly pumping them in unison. Both men growled low in their throats as she squeezed them tightly, then pulled up and pushed back down their long stalks. God, she was wet and ready for them. She straddled Kyle and sucked his big dick down her throat in one swift move. He nearly sat up in bed cursing. She laughed and, using his shoulders, she climbed on top of his hard cock and slowly lowered herself on it. He stretched her to the point of pain, but she breathed through it and slowly sank on his cock until she was flush with his balls.

 

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“Fuck, you’re hot and tight. I’m not going to be able to last.” Kyle pushed up on her and groaned. Brandy panted for a few minutes as she adjusted to his size. Then she looked over at West and smiled at him. “I need you in my ass, West. Will you fuck me there? Please?” She licked her lips and knew she had him when he groaned and closed his eyes. “Ah, hell yeah, I’ll take that hot ass of yours. Are you sure, baby? I don’t want to hurt you.” He watched her face closely. “I’m sure. I can’t wait to feel both of you inside of me.” Brandy was getting antsy wanting to move. She squeezed her pussy muscles around Kyle and was rewarded with a curse. “Bend over on Kyle’s chest, then. Let me prepare you.” He slid off the bed and retrieved some lube from the bedside table before moving around behind her. He surprised her by licking around her pussy where Kyle’s dick was to her back hole. He tongued it then drew back. A drop of cold lube hit her ass just above her dark rosette. He rubbed the lube around it then pressed a finger into her. She pushed out and felt it move through the ring before stopping to give her time to adjust. Then he moved it in and out of her back hole over and over again. When she started pushing back on him, he added a second finger. This stung a little, but not much, and she was soon pushing back against it as well. When he added the third finger she had to pant through the pinch. He stopped and let her adjust, then slowly began pumping them in and out of her. “I think you’re ready now. Remember to relax and push back against my dick.” West pulled his fingers out then replaced them with the head of his cock. As he pushed forward, Brandy pressed back against the massive head. The burn was almost too much, but finally, his cockhead popped through the ring, and he lodged deep inside of her. She drew in a deep breath and waited for him to begin moving in and out of her. Her cunt was beginning to itch for more movement.

 

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“I can’t stand it. Move, West,” she finally demanded. “Are you sure you’re ready?” “Yes! Move!” Brandy was about to go crazy. She needed them to move. Her pussy was burning. They slowly began their dance of one pushing in while the other pulled out, and vice versa. They impaled her on each cock over and over. Her cunt began to shiver as pressure built up inside of her. Fire burned her as it coursed through her veins. She could feel every slide and glide on all the nerve endings in her cunt and ass. The rasp of their thick cocks over the skin between her ass and pussy had her bucking soon. She needed them to speed up. “Faster. You have to go faster. I need more.” “Fuck, I’m not going to last as it is, baby,” Kyle told her. “I don’t care. I need more.” She slid her fingers between them and pressed on her pussy in rhythm with their movements. They sped up and were soon pounding into her. As Kyle lost his rhythm, she squeezed her cunt muscles and pinched her clit and exploded around her men. She heard Kyle curse and felt the pulse of his cum inside her. Not long after, West filled her ass full of his cum. She couldn’t stand the dual sensations, and climaxed again even harder. It took her breath away. She gasped for breath even as the men collapsed around her. West rolled to the side and Kyle wrapped his arms around her, but rolled over so that they were both on their sides. “Brandy, are you okay, baby? Did we hurt you?” Kyle asked, concerned when she lay there still and panting. “In–a–minute,” she finally managed to get out. West chuckled. “I think we actually left her speechless.” “As long as we didn’t hurt her.” He watched her closely. Finally, she felt like she could draw in a deep breath without it being an act of Congress to manage. “I’m fine. Just took all my breath away from me. That was wonderful. I want to do it again.” She smiled at their groans.

 

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“In a little while, baby. I’m worn out.” West crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a warm, wet bath cloth and cleaned her up. Then he helped her off of Kyle’s softened cock and cleaned her up there as well with another cloth. She felt so cared for. They were always doing such sweet things to her and for her. She snuggled up against Kyle and sighed in contentment when West made it back to bed and pinned her between him and Kyle. “Are we forgiven for not making love to you until now?” Kyle asked. “I guess. I think you waited too long, but I’m happy right now.” She smiled at the shake of Kyle’s head. “You’re terrible. You were hurt. You still have bruises on your side. There was no way we were going to fuck you and make it worse. Get over it, baby.” “Hmm, I will. I’m too busy thinking about the next time.” “We have all the time in the world, Brandy,” West reminded her. “We’re going to be taking this sweet body in every way possible as often as possible for the rest of your life.” West squeezed her from behind and kissed her neck before nibbling at her shoulder. “I’m holding you to that,” Brandy told them. “See, bikers aren’t all bad,” Kyle pointed out. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You two are pretty bad. Bad to the bone. But you’re my bikers.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Marla Monroe lives in the southern part of the United States. She writes sexy romance from the heart and often puts a twist of suspense in her books. She is a nurse and works in a busy hospital, but finds plenty of time to follow her two passions, reading and writing. You can find her in a book store or a library at any given time when she’s not at work or writing. Marla would love for you to visit her at her blog at themarlamonroe.blogspot.com and leave a comment or email her at the [email protected].

Also by Marla Monroe Ménage Everlasting: Men of the Border Lands 1: Belonging to Them Ménage Everlasting: Men of the Border Lands 2: A Home with Them Ménage Everlasting: Men of the Border Lands 3: Their Border Lands Temptress

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