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

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

Book: Monroe, Marla - Their Biker Babe in Training [The Dirty Dozen 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Read Free Book Online
Authors: Marla Monroe
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

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