The Outlaw Biker's Betrayal: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Sienna Wiliiams

  They talked about their day and what their dreams were and Alicia was beginning to feel more comfortable as the minutes passed them by.

  “By the way,” Alicia said once they had taken a break from talking about their lives, Daniel gave her his full attention. “What did you want to ask me?” Daniel sat back in his seat and stared at her.

  “Well first of all, Donald told me what happened between you two.” Alicia felt like she had just been slapped hard in the face. Alicia’s mouth opened and closed but she could find the words that she wanted to say to him. It felt like she was going to hyperventilate. Would she be out of a home now? Daniel held up his hand to her. “I’m not angry so you can relax.” That didn’t make Alicia feel any better. Daniel probably thought she was a slut now. “If you were speaking to the old me, then yes I would have been angry. The way I am now however looks at things in a different perspective.”

  “Okay,” Alicia said confused. She wasn’t exactly sure about how to react to the news.

  “Both of us are interested in you and even though I feel that I am a better fit for you, you have the right to choose.” Daniel was talking like him and Donald was fighting over which one deserved the better car.

  “Hey!” Alicia heard Donald’s voice. She jumped in surprise because Daniel caught her off guard with everything that he was saying. Donald breezed in the dining room then and grinned at Alicia. “Are you two talking about me?” Daniel sighed.

  “You’re here too early,” Daniel said standing up and glaring at Donald. Donald noticed that his brother still appeared to be tired, but he was looking better than how he was looking the previous day.

  “I wanted some of the food.” Donald looked from Daniel to Alicia wondering how much Daniel told her. “Where’s my plate at?” Daniel folded his arms.

  “You can eat later.” Daniel said agitated. He wanted to get Alicia comfortable with the idea that he had regarding her figuring out which one she wanted to be with, but he wanted Alicia to be comfortable with him first. Since Donald was there, he knew that everything would just be blurted out instead of easing its way into it.

  “Alicia, if I know my brother correctly, I know he’s been beating around the bush about asking you something.” Alicia looked at Donald and blushed as she remembered the way he looked naked. “So I am just going to say it.” Daniel groaned in agitation, but Donald kept on talking while trying to forget his brother was there. “Surprisingly, Mr. Uptight here came up with a rather interesting way to see who you’d prefer to be with.” Alicia just wished that they got to the point because the anticipation was killing her. Seeing Alicia becoming agitated, Donald brought his lips to meet hers.

  Chapter Seven

  Donald’s boldness caught Alicia off guard and her eyes widened and looked over to Daniel. She couldn’t believe that Donald was disrespectful to the point that he’d hurt his brother in his face. Alicia was surprised to find that Daniel was perfectly fine as he cleared the table. His eyes met Alicia then and he offered her a warm and sexy smile. What were they planning? Alicia thought to herself. Donald moved away from her warm lips then.

  “Surprised” he said grinning. Alicia couldn’t say anything to that. Daniel walked over to Alicia then and grabbed her. At first she thought Daniel was mad at them, but when he pulled her into his arms and shoved his tongue in her mouth, she knew that wasn’t the case. Daniel was a lot less forceful than Donald, but his tongue was just as skilled. She heard clothes rustling so she opened her eyes and looked towards the sound. She saw Donald undressing himself, throwing his clothes in a neat pile on the floor. Daniel broke away then.

  “Are you okay?” he asked sweetly. She finally understood what was going on. Daniel and Donald were both going to sleep with her so that she’d know who she’d prefer. She found the thought of that intriguing and frightening at the same time. These two were brothers after all plus she’d never had a devil’s threesome before.

  “I’m fine.” She whispered to him and Daniel brought his lips back to hers. The whole situation was starting to make her crave for something deep inside of her. Donald walked around her then and began kissing her neck and she moaned into Daniel’s mouth. Donald pulled Alicia’s mouth away from Daniel’s and captured her in a kiss again. Daniel decided to busy himself in getting undressed. Once he was fully nude, he began working on Alicia’s clothes. He pulled her black dress pants down her chocolate legs revealing the lavender panties that she had on. He said nothing when he moved the bothersome fabric to the side and licked her pearl.

  “Ahh!” she ripped her mouth away from Donald’s and screamed. The way that Daniel circled her clitoris with his tongue had her shaking. Donald had to grip her tight in order to keep her from falling.

  “No fair,” Donald said to his brother as Daniel pleasured Alicia’s lower half.

  “It was no fair for you to take her first” he countered and buried his face again between her legs. Alicia was in heaven. Donald sighed and pulled Alicia’s blouse over her head revealing her matching lavender bra. Donald whistled then.

  “Looking good baby,” he unclasped her bra then and palmed her erect nipples. She was enjoying the attention that the men were showing her, but she wanted to do something for them in return.

  “Let me lie down on the edge of the table.” Daniel pulled away from her and allowed her to lie on the table. She finally gotten a good look at Daniel’s naked body and he was just as impressive as Donald. She squirmed as the men looked at her in hunger.

  “I want to feel your mouth around me.” Donald said and walked towards Alicia’s head. He positioned his engorged member towards her face and she took all of him in her mouth. Daniel bent down, picked up his pants, and grabbed a condom out of his wallet. He wanted to try Alicia on just as his brother had. While Alicia deep throated Donald, Daniel jabbed deep inside of her womb. Alicia was surprised by how riled up Daniel was. She could tell that he really wanted her because of the roughness of his strokes.

  “I’m about to come,” Alicia said pulling her mouth away from Donald. Donald leaned his head down and kissed her as she called out her pleasure inside of his mouth. Donald wanted to push Daniel away from Alicia and have his turn but he decided against it. Daniel was having a hard time coping with everything around him. He needed to bust a good one.

  “God, you’re so good.” Daniel barely managed to bite out. He started to grow jealous again as he was reminded that Donald had her first.

  “Told you,” Donald said and placed his cock back into Alicia’s mouth. She was worn out from her explosive orgasm, but she continued to buck her hips hard against Daniel. After a few more forceful thrusts, Daniel let out a loud groan and exploded. The way that Alicia clenched her jaws when Daniel came was enough to send Donald over the edge. Donald sat on the floor as he caught his breath from his orgasm while Daniel fell into a chair. Alicia remained lying on the table, sweating all over, with a grin on her face. Even though her world crumbled around her in just a month, these two men brought the pieces back together. She knew that she’d eventually marry one of these men because the way that they just pleased her, she wasn’t trying to let them go. Until she is forced to choose one of them, she’d happily partake in both of their delicious Brazilian bodies.

  Montana Surrender,

  A Mail Order Bride Western Romance

  By: Erin Walsh

  Montana Surrender,

  A Mail Order Bride Western Romance

  © Erin Walsh, 2015 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Chapter One

  Svetlana got off the plane in New York City and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around and smiled. America. Land of promise, land of the free, the American Dream. New York City was not her final destination, of course; she would be taking another plane to Montana in just a few hours. But, for now, she had some time to look around and begin to acclimate to her new world and her new life.

  She sighed. The airport was busy; it was far busier than she’d imagined. She looked at the signs, once again grateful for her studies of the English language. Like most people from her city, she was fluent not just in Russian, but also in English, French, German, and one or two additional languages. She looked around and finally found her way to the food court. She couldn’t believe the food options available. As she scanned the various restaurants, she became suddenly confused over what to have; there were far too many choices.

  “Excuse me,” Svetlana said to someone in a uniform. “What do you recommend to eat here?”

  The man looked surprised. “Uh, well, pretty much anything is good. What are you in the mood for?”

  “In the mood for?” Svetlana asked, confused by the idiom.

  “Yeah,” the security guard said patiently. “What kind of food do you want?”

  Svetlana thought. “I guess maybe something American.”

  “McDonald’s,” the guard said. “It doesn’t get any more American than that.”

  As it happened, Svetlana had heard of McDonald’s, though she had never been. While the bigger cities in Russia had an abundance of fast food places, her smaller village did not.

  “Thank you,” she said politely, and walked over to the line that had formed at the McDonald’s. She waited, then ordered a hamburger, a small order of French fries, and a small soda. She took her tray to a table and sat down, her change on her tray. She looked around and saw that the people at the tables around her had food piled onto their trays. She wondered if there was something she didn’t know about the food, or if what she had heard and read about Americans was true: that they were all gluttons.

  She watched for a while, then she turned her attention to her food. It wasn’t half bad. The fries were delicious, and she found herself wishing she had ordered more. But, rather than wait in the line again, she knew that she needed to make her way to her next gate. She had a much greater adventure still ahead of her.

  The idea to post an ad on the internet offering herself up as a mail order bride had come to her as she’d been researching ways to gain entrance into the United States. Craving adventure, all of the things she saw and read about the United States suggested it was truly the land of opportunity. The trouble was, she knew she would never have enough money to live there. She wasn’t sure she’d even ever have enough money to travel there. She had saved, but, like most people in her small village, the money that she earned went straight back into the community for food, clothing, and other necessities. She had an upper level education, but she had never left the walls of Russia, so even her education had its limits.

  When she came across the mail order website, she clicked on it more out of curiosity than anything else. She found herself filling out her profile out of boredom. She never expected anyone to reply to it and, in fact, the first responses had already expired by the time she returned a week later to the internet to see if anything had happened. She didn’t have a computer in her home, but there was one at her job. She had logged in, and her eyes had widened at the sheer quantity of responses.

  One had caught her eye. A man, a rancher, living in Montana. His picture drew her attention immediately. He looked like the Marlboro Man she always saw in American magazines. A true cowboy. He was seated atop a horse, and the caption stated that the mountainous region behind the picture was all the property of the Brothers R Ranch. Russell owned the ranch with his brother, Raymond. It had been their father’s, and, when he passed away, he’d given it to the sons. Russell explained all of this in his first message to her. He asked her if she would come to the United States and be his bride. He promised her that she would live like a queen on the ranch, far better than how she was living in her current city. Could she go to school? she had asked. Of course, was the answer. It sounded too good to be true.

  But, a few messages later, a plane ticket appeared in her email inbox. He had followed through on his word. He sent her pictures of the ranch, and, with each one, she fell a bit more in love with the place and with Russell. He loved to read, just as she did. He loved riding horses. He loved good, hearty meals, and he was looking for someone to cook with love. Svetlana knew, somewhere deep inside, that she was that person.

  “Excuse me?” she asked the bartender, a young Hispanic man with slicked back black hair and a contagious, white smile.

  “Can I get you something, Miss?” he asked.

  “I’d like a vodka, please. On the rocks.” She smiled as his eyes widened at the thickness of her accent.

  “Sure, no problem,” he said. “Can I see your ID?”

  Svetlana handed her passport over to the bartender, who prepared her drink after seeing that she was twenty-four years old. Svetlana knew that she didn’t look even close to the legal drinking age in America. Her fair skin and her hair pulled back into a ponytail made her look young, teen age, even.

  She sipped the vodka and, once again, looked at her phone. She had texted Russell to let him know that she had landed at LaGuardia and that her next flight was on time. She didn’t expect him to text her back; she knew that he was driving to Billings, where her plane would land in just a few hours.

  She finished her meal and her drink and paid, then she walked to her gate. The plane began to board, and she took her seat. She had checked all of her luggage, which wasn’t much, except for her purse and a book, one by her favorite author, Mikhail Bulgakov.

  She slept on the plane and, when it landed, she was momentarily confused by where she was. For one, it was daylight; when she’d left New York, it had been dusk. As she walked through the terminal, she watched for signs directing her toward baggage claim and transportation. Russell had texted her while she was en route to Montana; he was waiting for her by exit #4.

  She excitedly moved through the throngs of people and made her way to the baggage claim area. The carousel was already moving and, since she had gone through customs a little late in New York, her bag was one of the first off the plane. It was already there, circling on the steel machine. She picked it up and paused for a moment. Her entire world was in that bag and in the purse on her shoulder. She wondered briefly what her new life would hold. She smiled—she didn’t need to imagine any longer. Somewhere down the hall, at door four, her future was waiting for her with a sign that said SVETLANA on it.

  She walked, dragging her wheeled bag behind her. She scanned the faces of everyone she passed, regardless of if they were holding a sign or not, convinced she would recognize her future husband by his face. And, she did. She saw him before he saw her, standing near the door with his sign that had her name on it and two, red hearts drawn in magic marker. She smiled with both excitement and relief. She had heard some horror stories and read countless more on the Internet, mail order brides who were lured to America with pictures of handsome, rich men… only to be greeted by men who lacked looks, intelligence, money, or any resources to speak of. The Americans had an expression for it that Svetlana couldn’t quite remember.
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  “Russell?” she said tentatively, walking up to the man who wore a cowboy hat, jeans, and a plaid, button down shirt. His eyes were a dead giveaway; they were a cornflower blue, bright, piercing, and seemed to glow out from under the rim of his hat. His shoulders were broad and muscular, and the shirt was tucked into a trim, svelte waistline.

  “Svetlana,” he said, widening his mouth into a smile full of white, straight teeth. His voice was smooth, mellow, and she felt an involuntary shiver at the way he said her name. She nodded.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding, feeling herself blush.

  “Not ‘sir,’” he said, smiling that beautiful smile once again. “You had it right the first time.” He leaned in, hesitated a moment as she drew back. His warm breath touched her lips, and she moved her face forward again. His lips touched hers, lightly, barely made contact, and he pulled away again. “You’re finally here,” he said. “I feel as though we’ve waited forever.”

  Chapter Two

  Svetlana’s first days on the ranch were a blur of work, exploration, and exhaustion. Each morning, she rose before dawn. Each morning, she crept quietly in her room getting dressed and ready, expecting that she would have risen before Russell… but, every morning, when she stepped out of her bedroom, a small room off of the kitchen that had, by all appearances, been a guest room before her arrival, Russell was already sitting at the kitchen table sipping his coffee and reading.

  “Good morning, Svetlana,” he greeted her on her fourth morning. “I have a list of things I’d like you to do today. If you’re comfortable with it, part of the list involves you going into town.”

  “Certainly,” Svetlana said, smiling. She stood next to Russell and looked at the list on the table. She could feel Russell’s eyes on her as she skimmed the list, which was a repetition of many of the things she had been doing already that week. Russell had explained to her in their messages that everyone on the ranch worked; everyone had a job to do, from the animals all the way up to him, the owner. As his wife, she would also have her share of tasks to do. Initially, she had been worried that the tasks would be out of her area of expertise; she had never even been to a ranch prior to coming to America, and she had no experience working with animals.