The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3: Her Double Delite Warriors
Alexa Stone hides in the shadows at Dixie Chix and fantasizes about Michael and Chad Phillips. The fears from her past rule her actions, and it’s easier to remain hidden than to stand out. When Michael and Chad take notice of her, she runs like hell. But Michael and Chad are soldiers, and Alexa is one woman they want to infiltrate.
Taking Alexa on a date is a first for them. Trying to juggle their secret job working for the government while pursuing a woman they care for is complicated. When they finally penetrate the walls Alexa surrounds herself in, they realize that life can have a happy ending and they can plan for a future.
Things seem great, until Alexa is captured by a Colombian drug lord who killed their closest friend and who wants revenge for the US government attack that Michael and Chad helped coordinate. Their secret government jobs could cost Alexa her life.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 48,543 words
THE SINFUL 7 OF DELITE, TEXAS 3: HER DOUBLE DELITE WARRIORS
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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DIXIE LYNN DWYER
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Chapter 1
There was a large crowd on the dance floor in Dixie Chix doing the “Boot Scootin’ Boogie.” Everyone was decked out in his or her finest cowboy and cowgirl attire, thanks to Sally’s idea for a rhinestone cowboy night every other Saturday. Apparently their male patrons felt a bit left out with ladies’ night on Thursdays.
Alexa chuckled but remained near one of the sidebars closer toward the back rooms. She was shy and also a worrywart. It was something that her sister Sally was trying to help her overcome, but it was difficult. Especially with the recent near tragedy that happened to Susanna and to Paula. Alexa was on constant guard. She glanced around her, knowing that none of her uncles could appear because Susanna had ensured they remained behind bars for at least ten years. It was just something inside of her that made her want to hide. Unlike her sister, who was currently joking around and laughing with a bunch of the guys from the motorcycle gang, the Delite Warriors. She wondered if she could call them a gang, or maybe there was another word for it. They were like a club or a group, but that seemed lame considering that the majority of the men were badasses. Their occupations consisted of everything from military men, federal agents, entrepreneurs, and other major professions she knew nothing about. She absorbed her sister’s routine. Sally would chat up a storm then refill their beers and talk to them. Sally called it shooting the shit before she had them ordering shots and drinking up a storm. She was a good bartender but an even better singer. Maybe someday Sally would gain enough nerve to climb up onto the Dixie Chix stage and give Friday’s open mic night a whirl?
Alexa tapped her boot to the beat of the music. Their house band, called Cowboy Up, was rocking out another old favorite of hers by Toby Keith. She took a deep breath and stared down at her blouse a moment noticing that one of the top buttons came undone. She didn’t want to send the wrong message by showing off too much skin. It was bad enough that Sally brought her the sequined blouse. The camisole she wore beneath it was a shade darker and covered a good amount of skin. A glance toward her sister again and she felt a tinge of jealousy. How could Sally act so friendly and outgoing after all they went through? Alexa couldn’t even see herself engaging in a long conversation with a man. Just the thought made her palms sweaty and her belly quiver. Maybe someday she’d gain some confidence. Thinking about it, her sister Sally hadn’t gotten up onstage to show her talent. Maybe if she did that, then Alexa would have the guts to talk with one of the attractive cowboys who rode with the Delite Warriors? She felt the tightness in her chest, and two particular faces filled her mind. In an attempt to change her thought pattern she glanced around the room then toward the other bar. One look into the gathering of Delite Warriors and she spotted Chad Phillips. With blue eyes and blond hair cut short and neat like a true military officer, the women surrounded him. All the men were surrounded. It seemed those tight black T-shirts they wore with the Delite, Texas, emblem on the chest really drew attention toward them. Then of course when they sported those traditional leather jackets with the American and POW flags on them, they looked rugged and wild. Her heart raced at the thought of speaki
ng with Chad, never mind his brother, Michael. She wouldn’t have a chance with either man because she was as quiet as a mouse and had no plan of changing her personality any time soon. They were older, more experienced by the looks of all the women around Chad, and she was invisible to them.
She sighed. Then pretending to look elsewhere, she kept glancing back trying to remember what he looked like tonight. She swallowed hard as she remembered why Michael, the older brother, wasn’t there. He was doing some sort of special work for the government. They were supposedly retired, yet they disappeared every now and then for the special work they referred to. She’d heard through the grapevine and the gossip around town. Sammy Quintock was a local gossip girl, and she had given Alexa the lowdown after noticing Alexa checking both men out.
She took a deep breath and glanced back toward Chad, wanting to see him one more time before she walked over toward Elise to see how she was doing. When she did, she was shocked to find Chad looking her way.
Oh God, he is so fierce looking.
Chad was six years older than her. He was over six feet tall and in impeccable shape. Michael, the oldest of the two brothers, was 7 years older than her. Michael appeared experienced and mysterious, and truth be told, he frightened her yet made her have palpitations. He disappeared from time to time and sometimes for weeks before he would return and dodge questions about his trips. Chad was the same way. He disappeared often and dodged questions, too. His answer was always that his trip was work related. Not knowing what either man did for certain made her nervous. But then again, it didn’t take much for Alexa to get nervous.
Chad seemed so relaxed about answering questions, yet he didn’t stand for anyone being pushy. He didn’t want to tell, and so he didn’t tell.
She often wondered what he was up to, and in her creative mind, she conjured up some interesting possibilities. They all ended with her naked and underneath Chad and even Michael in her bed.
She saw Chad nod his head toward her, acknowledging he saw her but not wanting to wave. Why should he when he was so super cool and older? One of the women around him might think he was flirting with her. Yeah right. Like that would happen.
She was such a moron. She nodded back, and he squinted with one eyebrow as if he had expected a different response. She watched him place his mug of beer down on the bar then look back at her. He was going to come over to her. She freaked out, and before he could get up off the stool, she turned and went the long way to get to Elise’s bar.
Her heart was racing, her palms all sweaty, but she was alone again the way she liked it. She didn’t need hot, sexy Chad Phillips coming over to her and starting a conversation. She needed to be left alone and living almost like a hermit.
* * * *
Chad reached for his mug of beer and tried to figure out Alexa Brook. She was so pretty and had the face of a porcelain doll. She was delicate and petite at five feet five inches. She was always hiding and tonight was no different. He didn’t know why she intrigued him so much. There was something about her. The way she thought she hid herself and tried to get lost in the crowd but failed. Did she really think that someone as beautiful and sexy as herself would be invisible? He turned on the stool. His eyes followed her and the way her hips naturally swayed. She wore longer skirts than most of the other women. Her thighs were barely visible, but when she moved abruptly, and if he watched closely enough, he would catch a glimpse of her tan thighs. She wasn’t a bit fat, and with a body like hers he wondered why she hid it. Chad could also tell that she was well endowed. The loose-fitting tops that nearly buttoned to her delicate throat couldn’t hide her natural curves. So many nights he imagined unbuttoning those blouses and exploring her secret body to revel in her beauty and to know that he was special.
He took a slug of beer as his own thoughts consumed him for the time being and washed out the sounds of chatter from his biker buddies. Driving his Harley on cool fall nights helped him forget his past and the troubles that now plagued him and Michael.
He glanced at his military watch and worried about Michael. He was due back from another mission. Why they kept doing this shit he didn’t know. Was it the thrill and the adrenaline rush? Was it their lack of care for their own lives brought on by the years of torment and pain of their childhood? Who the fuck knew why they continued to risk their lives for government causes in foreign lands where they risked dying alone and never being remembered. Why was it so easy to give up a life he worked so hard to achieve? They were supposed to be retired. So how come every time the commander called with some sort of special favor, they jumped to respond?
“Hey, Chad, when is Michael’s plane arriving?” Mason asked. Mason was a Marine, too. He wasn’t active duty anymore just like Michael and Chad, but for the right price, he’d gather his former special unit. Sometimes it included Michael and Chad, and they would make a few bucks. Saving some idiot senator’s daughter from a spring break gone badly this past summer was an example of the kind of shit Mason and his crew were into. The jobs paid really well and kept Michael and Chad in tip-top shape.
“Maybe not for another few hours. I think I’m going to head out.”
“Are you kidding me? Who’s gonna watch your baby doll?” Mason teased as he took a sip of his beer. His green eyes held Chad’s, knowing that Chad had a thing for a certain Dixie Chix and so did Michael.
“Baby doll?” Chad questioned then downed the rest of his beer. He rose up and pulled some money from his wallet. He placed it on the bar and winked at Clara, one of the barmaids. She smiled and said good night.
“Yeah, your baby doll,” Mason repeated then nodded toward Alexa as she stood about a dozen feet away while three guys spoke with her. He felt his chest tighten. He could tell the cowboys were engaging in conversation and trying to make her smile. She was too sweet to play games or lead them on. If anything, she always seemed shy and nervous when men flirted with her. She wasn’t a player, and if he was smart and cared about her at all, he would walk away and not feel jealous about the other men. He was no good for a woman like Alexa. He had nothing to offer her, not even his heart because he didn’t really have one. At least it felt that way, and he knew his scars from his past would never heal.
He waited though, telling himself he was making sure that the three bozos didn’t make a move on her. He swallowed hard then felt the hand on his shoulder.
“She’s really sweet, Chad. Got a body made for sin but hides it like a treasure. You don’t see that too often anymore. You and Michael should just ask her out.”
Chad turned abruptly toward Mason, his anger getting the better of him. He thought he’d hid his emotions well. Apparently he hadn’t and it was Alexa’s fault. She did this to him. She made him come apart and forget to watch his back and remain ready for anything. She made him human instead of a soldier. He preferred being a soldier because as a soldier he didn’t feel.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Mason removed his hand and leaned back against the bar. He was just as tall as Chad and built similarly with wide, muscular shoulders and arms. They were both in amazing shape.
“I’m just saying that the two of you have been watching her for months. I know because I’ve been watching her sister Sally.”
Mason took a long slug of beer then nearly banged it down on the bar.
“Fuck, Chad. Don’t you ever get fucking lonely and tired of not feeling a fucking thing? I’ve been fucking around with women since I was old enough to know what to do with my dick, and add in the uniform and the way women go all crazy about it, and yeah, I’ve played the field my entire life. I’ve done this without making connections, without commitments except to the government and this great country of ours. We’re Marines for Christ’s sake. We’re not supposed to be weak, and we sure as shit are not supposed to feel anything, right?” Mason asked then drank the remainder of his beer and stared off into the distance.
“What the hell are you carrying on about?” Chad asked, even tho
ugh he knew already. Mason and his brother Steven, a Marine and doctor, met Sally, Alexa’s sister, a few weeks back. Now they all frequented Dixie Chix more than ever and Sally ignored them, too.
“Forget it. I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. I’m leaving in three days for an assignment.”
“What? Where at?”
Mason gave him a wink.
“Can’t say, dude. You know the rules.”
Chad glanced over toward Alexa, who was saying something to the guys and trying to walk away. As she turned, she looked up, her face red with embarrassment as one of the men gawked at her and checked her ass out. He wanted to shove his fist down the guy’s face and kill his friends. But then she looked up and locked gazes with him. Her hand went over her chest, and he knew his eyes bore into her. It wasn’t until she practically ran toward the other side of the room that he realized he had scared her.
“Jeeze, Chad, that’s no way to win a woman’s attention.”
“Fuck!” Chad stated then stormed off, leaving the dance hall and thinking that Alexa was better off without him. He was a coldhearted bastard. He didn’t know why Alexa remained on his mind constantly. He could get any woman he wanted. In fact he lost count of the number of women that had offered their beds to him tonight. But that wasn’t what he really wanted. As he strolled out of the dance hall, he realized that he wanted exactly what Mason wanted. He was tired of being alone and not having more. The problem was that his brother, Michael, didn’t seem to feel the same way about settling down, and he was also just as coldhearted as Chad himself. A woman like Alexa needed more than him or his brother, Michael, could offer.
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