Authors: Marla Monroe
“You’re sure you don’t mind,” she said.
“Not at all. I hate to see someone as uptight as you seem not be able to slow down and enjoy life.” Neal rested a hand on her shoulder, but didn’t touch her anywhere else.
“Just follow us back to our place and we’ll get you settled in.” Mark opened her car door for her.
“I really appreciate your help.” She climbed into her car and cranked it.
“Believe me. It’s our pleasure,” Mark said with a grin.
They climbed on their bikes and carefully pulled out into traffic.
“Neal?”
“Yeah?”
“What in the hell are we going to do with her? She’s going to expect us to teach her how to relax,” Mark said over their helmet mikes.
“We’re going to teach her about it. We’re the perfect ones to show her. She’s uptight. She needs it, Mark.” Neal chuckled over the mike.
“I sure hope you know what you’re doing. We don’t need her yelling rape or something like it.”
“Not going to happen. She’s going to be so relaxed when she leaves us that she’ll be thanking us,” Neal said.
“Just how do you propose to teach her to relax?”
“Fuck her into it,” Neal explained.
“Hell, we’re going to be in so much trouble.”
“Tell me you’re not jonesin’ for her.”
“Hell, she’s totally hot, but that doesn’t mean we can act on it.” Mark was getting even more worried.
“Trust me, Mark. She’s going to be begging us for it before the week is up. Just follow my lead.”
“Right into jail.”
Chapter Two
Alexis pulled in behind them at a nice house. She really didn’t expect anything so upscale from the looks of them. She still wasn’t sure why she was following them in the first place. Neal had been so charismatic that she’d felt compelled to follow them home. He had promised to teach her to relax. She had no illusions that he was talking sex.
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.”