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

by Marla Monroe

  She loved sex. She just didn’t have a lot of time for it, and no one had ever pleased her well enough to take the time to explore a relationship with them. Well, now she had the time and the need to do just that. What better way to start off her trip than with some hot, raunchy sex with a couple of bikers? She looked up at the house as she got out of her car. A pair of bikers who looked as if they were doing pretty damn good, from the looks of it.

  “Like it?” Mark asked.

  “Yes, it’s impressive.”

  “We did a lot of the work ourselves. We work construction,” Neal explained.

  “Really. What kind of construction?” she asked as they helped her with her luggage.

  “Mostly large-scale, like hotels and office complexes. We were on our way back from a job when we stopped to help you,” Neal told her.

  “Thanks again for stopping.”

  Mark unlocked the door for them and carried her large suitcase inside while Neal followed behind them with her smaller one. When he closed the door behind them, Alexis began to have second and third thoughts. What was she doing trusting a pair of bikers, no matter how nice they were?

  They carried her bags upstairs to a huge bedroom that had to be the master suite. She balked at this, standing back from the door. Neal almost ran into her from behind.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.” She turned around and faced Neal.

  That was her first mistake.

  “Nonsense. It’s a great idea. Trust me, Alexis. You need this.”

  She turned back around and walked into the beautiful bedroom with its rich hardwood floors and deep burgundies and greens.

  That was her second mistake.

  The room was exactly the kind of bedroom she’d always envisioned for herself, only never had the time to pull together. Hell, she hadn’t even had time to hire an interior decorator to do it for her.

  “What do you think?” Mark asked.

  “It’s lovely. Who is your interior decorator?”

  Neal laughed. “We didn’t hire a decorator. We did it all ourselves.”

  “I’m impressed. It’s very well matched, and is warm and inviting.”

  “Come on and we’ll show you the rest of the house. Then you can settle in and unpack.” Neal led the way back outside the bedroom. He showed her the other three bedrooms, two of which were obviously lived-in, though not messy by any means.

  She found herself in an informal living room, with a sofa in the middle of the room facing a big-screen TV mounted on the wall. There were two recliners on either side of the couch, and built-in bookshelves on either side of the TV that housed row after row of DVDs, along with an impressive entertainment system.

  They led her to the kitchen next. It was a cook’s wet dream of state-of-the-art appliances, with an industrial-size refrigerator. Her own kitchen was nice, but she rarely cooked in it. She never had the time. Alexis ran her hands along the granite countertops and smoothed over the appliances.

  “There’s a pantry through here.” Neal showed her.

  “And a mudroom slash laundry room leading from the carport,” Mark told her.

  “The house is beautiful, and the kitchen is to die for.”

  “We still have to show you the office and the backyard.” Mark took her hand and pulled her back out to the living room and around the entrance hall to the other side of the house. They walked into an impressive office complete with a built-in wall unit desk and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.

  “Wow!”

  She walked into the room and immediately walked over to the desk and sat down. She smoothed her hands over the desk, devoid of anything other than the bare necessities such as a stapler and pencil sharpener. This was the kind of office she imagined for herself if she ever got around to finishing the room in the back of the house where she lived. There was just never enough time.

  “Come on. You’ll love the backyard. There’s a hot tub and a big deck where you can relax at night and have a drink while you watch the moon and stars.” Neal took her hand and pulled her back around to the kitchen.

  She allowed herself to be extracted from the perfect office to follow Neal and Mark. They were right. The backyard was worth seeing. There were plenty of shade trees, and the deck was large enough for small get-togethers, which she could imagine Neal and Mark hosting with their friends. She thought about whom she would invite and couldn’t come up with but a few acquaintances, and they weren’t really friends.

  “Hey, why the sudden frown?” Neal asked.

  “Sorry, I was just wondering whom I would invite if I had such a nice place to entertain.”

  Mark flicked a strand of hair from her cheek. “I would think someone as lovely as you would have tons of friends to choose from.”

  Alexis refrained from setting him straight. No need to sound pathetic as well as uptight. She just shrugged and followed the two men back inside. Neal took her hand and led her back up the stairs to where they’d left her suitcases in the master bedroom.

  “Why don’t you unpack and rest? One of us will come get you for dinner in a couple of hours. How about that?”

  “That sounds fine.” She smiled.

  He caught her off guard and stole a kiss. It was just a quick kiss on the mouth, but she enjoyed it and wanted more. He was too quick for her, though, and closed the door behind him.

  She frowned.

  It took her all of ten minutes to unpack her clothes and put them away in the dresser and the massive walk-in closet. She looked around the room and decided no one had ever stayed in it before. Why had they let her stay in it? There was another bedroom she could have used.

  With her clothes put away and the room explored, Alexis had nothing left to do. She decided she might as well try to rest. Having never taken a nap once she had grown up, Alexis wasn’t sure how to go about it.

  She figured taking off her shoes would be the first step since she wasn’t about to get on the nice bed with them on. Then she removed her jacket and climbed up on the bed. It was probably the most comfortable bed she had ever slept on that wasn’t hers. Hell, it was probably even more comfortable than hers.

  She wondered what their plans were to teach her how to relax. She hoped it involved sex, and lots of it. While it didn’t usually relax her, it certainly helped her to sleep. With that last thought, she closed her eyes.

  * * * *

  “So, what do you think?” Neal asked.

  “I’m still not sure we’re doing the right thing.” Mark stirred the spaghetti sauce.

  “I am. She needs to relax, and we’ve got plenty of experience in how to relax. Besides, I like her. She’s pretty and sassy.”

  “Yeah, I will agree with you on that. My cock has been hard ever since we saw her at the truck stop. Riding with a hard-on wasn’t all that much fun.” Mark lifted the spoon to taste the sauce.

  Neal stared at him.

  “What?” he asked.

  “You weren’t the only one with a hard-on riding a bike, man. I thought I was going to die before we got home.” He sniffed of the sauce, then looked at Mark again. “So, are you in this with me or not?”

  “Fuck. You think I’m going to let you have all the fun? No way.”

  “Awesome. I was worried.”

  “No, you weren’t. You knew I’d want her ass as soon as you saw it.” Mark laid the spoon on the spoon rest.

  Neal grinned and popped him on the arm. “If everything is ready, I’ll go wake up our guest.”

  “Not quite. Give me five minutes to finish cooking the noodles. The bread is in the oven already.”

  “I think I can distract her for five minutes.” Neal grinned and headed for the stairs.

  He took them two at a time and had to stop outside the bedroom door to calm his racing heart. Why was he so excited about this woman? They’d had plenty of women between them. And why had they put her in the master bedroom? They had never done that before, either. They
usually used one or the other’s bedroom.

  Neal lifted his hand and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He quietly opened the door and peeked in. Alexis was lying on the bed on her side with one hand beneath her cheek. At least she’d managed to relax long enough to take a nap. That was a start.

  He quietly walked into the room and stopped by the bed to look down at her. She really was a pretty woman, with soft hair and smooth skin. He fingered her hair then ran the back of his knuckle over her cheek. Her nose twitched. He grinned and bent over to wake her with a kiss.

  She seemed to relax into his kiss for a few seconds, and then, as if realizing it wasn’t a dream, her eyes flew open in alarm.

  “W–What are you doing?” she squeaked out.

  “Waking you up. Dinner is ready.” Neal smiled down at her.

  Alexis blinked rapidly then moved to sit up. Neal reached to help her. She immediately began to smooth down her blouse and slacks. He could see her mind racing as she processed everything.

  “Um, I’ll wash up and come right down,” she said.

  “Do you remember where the kitchen is?” he asked in a teasing voice.

  “I most certainly do.” She looked offended before realizing he was messing with her. “I’ll find it just fine. Thanks, Neal.”

  “See you downstairs then.” He turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door open.

  He had little doubt she could retrace her steps through the house without a problem. She was obviously smart, as well as pretty. He couldn’t wait to start work on her. He smoothed his hands together and walked back into the kitchen.

  “So?” Mark asked.

  “She’s washing up. She was asleep. I woke her up with a kiss.”

  “How did she handle that?”

  “Responded until she woke up. Then she was back in business mode.”

  “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

  “Seduce, seduce, seduce.” Neal grinned.

  “I can already tell I’m going to bed with my hand tonight.”

  “Won’t help her if she thinks all we’re going to do is fuck her. She needs to learn to relax. Remember?”

  “I remember.”

  Just as Mark was about to answer, Alexis walked into the kitchen with a triumphant smile on her face.

  “Told you I could find it.”

  She seemed to expect them to applaud or something. Neal sighed. She needed a lot of help.

  “You sure did. Come on over here and have a seat. Mark made spaghetti for us tonight.”

  Alexis walked over and allowed Neal to seat her at the bar. She clasped her hands in her lap and smiled at them. He shook his head and walked over to where she sat. Before she knew what he planned to do, Neal had the top button of her blouse unbuttoned.

  “There. That looks much more comfortable.” He walked over to the stove and dipped out the spaghetti noodles and sauce for her before adding a piece of bread to her plate.

  He set the plate in front of her then returned to dip up his own plate. Mark had already fixed his. The three of them sat at the bar to eat. Neal noticed she was even stiff when she ate. He decided they had a long battle ahead of them.

  Less than an hour later, they had finished eating and were putting up the dishes when Alexis started asking questions.

  “What is first on the agenda for learning how to relax? Do we start first thing in the morning? What time do I need to be up?”

  “Whoa, slow down there. There isn’t any formal agenda, and we’ve already started. First rule is that you can’t button your blouses all the way to the top. You have to leave at least the top one unbuttoned.” Neal shook his head.

  “How does leaving the top button open help me relax?”

  “Reminds you to loosen up some. Don’t be so stuffy.”

  “I’m not stuffy.” She crossed her arms and glared at Neal.

  “See, there you go,” Mark told her. “You’re already tightening back up. Uncross your arms.”

  “Oh.” She uncrossed her arms and let them hang by her side. “Is this better?”

  Neal took both her hands in his and squeezed them. Then he pulled her over to the living room and the couch.

  “First order of business is to lay down the rules.”

  “Rules. Good. I like to know what they are.”

  “Somehow I expected you to say something like that,” Neal said.

  “You sleep until you wake up each morning. You don’t plan to get up at a certain time unless we have something planned for you. Then, we’ll get you up.”

  “I’m not used to sleeping much past six. I usually go to the gym at six thirty and then shower and dress for work. I’m at work by nine each morning.”

  “Not while you’re here. There is no real schedule when you’re relaxing. When you work, you have to follow one. I understand, because we do, too. But when you’re off, you totally relax. That means no regimens or schedules,” Neal reiterated.

  “You’ll get the hang of it in no time,” Mark promised her.

  “What’s next?”

  Chapter Three

  Mark shook his head. Neal had no idea what he had gotten them into. She was going to be a hard sell. Looking at how she sat and dressed told him quickly just how straitlaced she was. They needed to rework her wardrobe. That would go a long way to helping her relax. He would suggest it to Neal as soon as they were alone again.

  “Next, we watch a movie,” Neal was saying. “What sort of movies do you like?”

  “I don’t really watch much TV or movies. Not unless it’s CNN or the financial shows,” she admitted.

  “Hmm, well, you’re in for a treat. Let’s try something along the lines of an action thriller.” Neal studied their vast assortment of DVDs and picked out one. “This will do.”

  Mark took it from him and winced, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he inserted the DVD and turned on the TV. They all three sat on the couch to watch the movie. By the middle of the movie, Neal had his arm around her shoulders and had scooted closer to her. Mark followed suit and moved to where their thighs were touching.

  Amazingly, she didn’t balk at their moves. Instead, she seemed to relax into Neal’s arms. He took advantage of it by rubbing her shoulder and upper arm as the movie played on. Mark took the opportunity to rest his hand on her thigh. He waited for a while to see how she would react. When she didn’t, he moved on to gently squeeze it and relax, squeeze and relax. She responded by widening her legs so that the one on his side was pressed tightly against his and her crotch was now exposed.

  Mark contemplated his chances of moving to stimulate her pussy through her pants. He waited a few minutes while still caressing her thigh. Then he slowly inched downward toward her cunt. He felt her stiffen for a brief second, and then relax. He continued his journey to her crotch and held his breath as he gently rubbed over it once. She squirmed, but didn’t say anything or try to move his hand away.

  He took his cue from this and began gently drawing circles around her pussy, then used his nails and scratched over it until she was squirming in her seat. He heard a moan and looked up to see Neal nibbling along her jaw. She had her head thrown back as he made his way down her neck.

  Mark continued to stimulate her pussy with his fingers and nails while watching Neal lick and suck on her neck. His hand moved to her breast. It was Neal’s passion. He loved breasts, so it didn’t surprise Mark that he would zero in on them almost immediately.

  “I don’t think you’re interested in the movie anymore, Alexis,” Neal said.

  “What movie?”

  “Let’s move this upstairs where we’ll be more comfortable.” Neal stood up and pulled her to her feet.

  Mark shut off the TV and the DVD player then hurried up the stairs to pull back the covers on the bed. By the time Neal and Alexis made it upstairs, he had the lights off with only the bathroom light on, and a night-light by the bed. He didn’t want her to be self-conscious this first time.

  “You are so pret
ty,” Neal was telling her as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. “I can’t wait to see your body without clothes on.”

  “I’m not much to look at. My breasts are small and my butt is wide.” She stilled his hands at her buttons.

  “I’m betting your tits are perfect for my hands, and Mark is an ass man. He likes plump, juicy ones.”

  “He’s right. Yours already makes me want to sink my teeth into it,” Mark told her.

  Alexis moaned and threw back her head as Neal pulled off her blouse. Once he had it off, he went to work on her front-closure bra. Once he had that off, Mark started working on her slacks. He removed her shoes and socks, then tugged on her pants. She easily stepped out of them when he had them down around her ankles. He had left her panties on because he had plans for them later.

  Neal was already buried between her breasts. He held them together and moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking on the pretty pink nipples. Mark rose and stood behind her and held her breasts out for Neal as he continued to consume them with his mouth. Finally he pulled away.

  “They’re just right for me. I bet I can fuck you between them.”

  “Let’s move her to the bed, Neal. I want to taste her pussy. I’m betting it’s better than dessert.” Mark led her toward the bed once Neal backed away.

  When the back of her knees hit the bed, she sank down, staring up at Mark with obvious anticipation.

  “Lean back on the bed, Alexis,” he said.

  She complied without a second’s hesitation. He sank between her legs and pushed them apart with his shoulders. She smelled like sweet honey. He gently pulled her wet pussy lips apart and licked a long line up her cunt with his tongue. Then he lapped at her slightly tangy juices already flowing from her body. He licked and sucked then circled her clit without touching it. She moaned and tilted her pelvis in an effort to chase his tongue to her clit. He placed a restraining arm across her pelvis to keep her still.

  “Oh, God. Please don’t tease me like that,” she begged.

  “I haven’t finished with you yet. You’re not coming until you’re wild with need,” Mark said. He licked up her slit to punctuate it.