Monroe, Marla - Their Biker Babe in Training [The Dirty Dozen 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

No sooner had Alexis walked into the kitchen than Mark was on her. He closed the door and pushed her against it, demanding a kiss. She happily gave it to him but ended up letting him lead. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and explored every nook and cranny before sliding his tongue suggestively against hers, in and out of her mouth.

Alexis moaned into his mouth as he withdrew and began to nibble along her lips and jawline. He all but crushed her against the door and moved his hands from the door to her breasts where he massaged then pulled at the nipples, which were budding into his expert hands. Oh, she wanted this. She needed this.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” She couldn’t believe that was her voice asking for sex.

“Hmmm, I wish we did, but we don’t. Just save this feeling for a little later. I have the perfect idea.”

Neal’s
fuck
in the background let her know he was all for it, as well.

“I’ll get the supplies on my bike. You can carry the food in your satchels,” Neal said from behind Mark.

“Gotcha.” Mark moved back from Alexis and steadied her when she would have pitched forward. “Easy there, baby.”

“So, how long before we leave?” she asked.

“About ten minutes. Run to the bathroom because there won’t be one that close by where we are going.”

Alexis all but ran for the stairs. She needed a minute to compose herself. She felt like a wanton woman having asked for sex and been turned down. Sure, he promised later, but it stung just a little bit to have been turned down.

After taking care of business, she thought back to the incident and realized he had been hard against her, so it wasn’t because of lack of interest. It probably was because of time constraints. Despite them saying there was no real planning while she was there, they were making plans for her. She had to admit she liked not having to be the one to schedule everything for a change. Someone else was doing it for her. She smiled and pranced down the stairs.

The men were in a huddle in the kitchen when she walked in. They broke apart with a conspiratorial look about them. They were up to something. She hoped it involved sex. Now she was antsy for it. She’d never been a sexual person as far as she knew, but one night in their bed and she had sex on the brain.

“Are you ready?” Mark asked.

“Ready when you are.” She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail to get it out of her face.

Neal walked over and pulled the wrap loose.

“You can’t wear a helmet over it. It has to go, sorry.” He stuffed her wrap in his front pocket and took her hand. “Let’s mount up. You’re riding with me on the way out and Mark on the way back.”

“So burgundy there and black back.”

“You got it. Now stop trying to put everything in neat little baskets. Life is messy. Live it, baby.” Neal handed her the helmet then put his own on and climbed on the bike.

She struggled but got her helmet fastened and waited for his okay to climb on behind him. He started the engine and took it off the stand. The roar of the bike startled her. She jumped and yelped before getting control of herself. Then Neal gave her the nod that she could get on. It took a little more courage to climb on the back with it actually on and idling.

Finally she managed to climb on back and wrap her arms around Neal’s waist. He patted her hands. She looked over to where Mark was starting his engine. The garage door opened, and they pulled out and onto the drive.

“How are you doing back there, Alexis?” Neal’s voice came through the speaker in her helmet. She jumped again.

“I’m fine. Just getting used to everything,” she squeaked out.

“Relax. Hold on and leave the driving to me.” He pulled out of the drive out onto the quiet street that now echoed with the thunder of engines as they drove down it.

It was easy for him to say
relax
. He’d been on the damn thing a million times. She held on tight to him and leaned her head against his back. After a few minutes, she felt the engine’s vibrations throughout her body and wondered if it massaged his balls like it was doing to her pussy. It gave her pause. She sat up a little bit and concentrated on how it felt. What a rush.

With a mischievous intent, Alexis ran her hand around Neal’s waist and raked her nails over his jean-clad balls.

“Fuck!” The bike sped up for a second.

She heard Mark’s chuckle in her ear and realized he’d seen what she had done. She felt the now-familiar heat rise up her face. Still, she enjoyed it.

“That is what I call learning to relax, baby. Just don’t do it again. I don’t want to wreck with you on back.” Neal’s voice held amusement laced with a bit of arousal.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize it would have that effect on you.”

“Liar,” two different voices accused her.

She grinned, knowing they couldn’t see it, and held in a chuckle. She decided she could get used to this. Too bad she lived so far from them. Well, not really that far. It was about a two-and-a-half-hour drive. Still, it would be too long for a serious long-distance relationship. Then she stopped and nearly fell off the bike. What was she thinking about? A relationship?

“Hey, you okay back there? Hold on, baby. I don’t want you to fall off.” Neal’s voice sounded so sexy over the speaker.

She needed to concentrate on holding on and get her mind back on riding and not sex.

They pulled into a parking lot of what looked like an old mom-and-pop diner. Mark got off the bike and walked inside while they waited on the bike outside. A few seconds later he came out with several packages. He stowed them in his satchels and got back on the bike. They pulled out once again and worked their way to the highway.

After a while, they turned onto a smaller blacktop road that had seen a lot of use. Trees were more abundant out here, as well. Soon they began to circle a lake. It looked so pristine compared to the noisy bikes that were disturbing the scene. Several birds flew off in front of them and she was almost positive she had seen a rabbit take off across the road.

The men pulled off the road onto a grassy area between several trees next to a picnic table. She remembered to wait until Neal had cut the engine and was settled before she began to climb off. Before she made it all the way off the bike, Mark was there helping her so she didn’t do the stumble-two-step once down.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

It was then that she realized her nice pussy buzz had turned into a pussy numb. So was her butt, for that matter. She frowned and walked around for a few seconds.

The men laughed and she turned to frown at them.

“What’s so fucking funny?” she demanded.

“You’ve just realized that your ass gets numb on the bike after riding for a while. You’ll get used to it.” Mark smiled.

“If you say so. I doubt I’ll have time to get used to it.” She added that last part for her benefit, to remind her that this was a temporary arrangement.

The men turned away and concentrated on getting things out for the picnic. They secured a tablecloth on top of the table before adding the food. Since they had been riding for over an hour, it was nearly eleven, but no one was very hungry yet.

“Let’s go down by the lake and look around,” Neal suggested.

The three of them walked down the bank to the edge of the lake and watched bream swim right up to the edge of the water.

“Wow, you could almost catch them with your hands,” Alexis pointed out.

“We’ll have to come out fishing sometime, Mark. That would be fun.”

“Alexis, maybe after you go back to your corporate job, you can come back for a long weekend and we’ll go fishing then fry the fish for dinner one night.” Neal wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Um, I don’t know.” She hedged on answering that since it had been nearly along those lines that she’d been thinking earlier.

Mark cleared his throat and turned them around to head back to the picnic area. They had been walking and exploring for nearly an hour now. It would be close to twelve thirty when they arrived back to the site.

Alexis helped Mark uncover the food and smiled at the typical picnic fare of fried chicken, potato salad, and baked beans. They dipped their plates and dug in. They didn’t take long to eat. The men scarfed up the food as if they hadn’t eaten in days instead of hours. She had to admit, she was hungry, too. She ate more than she normally did and blamed it on the fresh air and the strain of riding on the back of the bike.

Once they had finished, they gathered up the trash and placed it in the covered receptacle then secured the tablecloth in Mark’s bike again. Then Neal pulled out a blanket and small zippered bag from his bike.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“I thought we’d enjoy lying on the bank by the lake and watching the clouds in the sky,” Neal said.

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. If he said so, but she figured they planned to mess around some on the blanket. She deliberately forgot about the little zippered case. If she didn’t know, it couldn’t hurt her, she decided.

She helped the men secure the blanket to the ground with stones they found. Alexis took off her shoes and socks to lie back on the blanket. She looked up at the shifting clouds as they floated past. She could make out vague shapes of animals and faces. When she saw a definite frog, she pointed it out to the men. It was then that she realized they had removed their T-shirts and boots.

“Looking to get a little sun?” she teased.

“Naw, just some fresh air. You get sweaty riding on a bike,” Mark explained.

Alexis wasn’t buying it. They were trying to be sexy, and doing a bang-up job of it. She was having a difficult time keeping her eyes on the clouds above her and off the ripped bodies of the two men on either side of her.

They chatted about the clouds and then about what they did. She had to admire their dedication to their
gang
and the work they did. They took pride in their jobs. She was surprised, considering they were bikers. The more she learned about them, the more she liked them as people, not just as lovers. God knew they were great lovers.

She had closed her eyes for a few seconds and realized they had turned over toward her and were leaning on their arms watching her now.

“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“You’re just so pretty, and with your hair splayed out around you, you almost look like an angel.” Neal twirled a piece of her hair around his fingers.

“I’m hardly an angel.”

“Oh, we know that,” Mark said with a twinkle in his eye. “In fact, we’re counting on it.”

“What do you mean?” She narrowed her eyes at them.

Neal dropped her hair and began unbuttoning the last few buttons she had left on her blouse and spread it on either side of her. Then he unhooked the front closure on her bra. She couldn’t do anything but stare up at him as he did it. His eyes were so intent on what he was doing.

Then she felt Mark’s hands at the waistband of her jeans. When he unfastened them, she grabbed his wrist.

“What are you doing?” she barely managed to whisper around the desire already riding her.

“Getting you naked so we can fuck you under the clouds,” he said matter-of-factly.

“But won’t someone see us?” she asked in a near whisper.

“I doubt it, but so what if they did? They won’t know us, and doesn’t it add a certain amount of excitement to it?”

Neal whispered in her ear how sexy she looked with her tits showing and the sun beating down on her naked body.