Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Bodyguards [The Dirty Dozen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page A

lot. She didn’t pay any attention to where they were going until she suddenly realized they weren’t heading to her apartment.
    “Where are we going? This isn’t where I live.”
    “We want to show you our house. It’s only fair that you see where you could be living,” Gavin said.
    “You live in this neighborhood?” she asked incredulously.
    The houses were huge and well kept. This was a gated community on top of that. Where had they gotten the money? Surely construction didn’t pay that well.
    “We got it for a song. It was a foreclosure and needed some work. We know our way around houses and wanted to make some changes anyway, so it worked out great.” Dillon explained how they’d altered the bedrooms and added bathrooms.
    “You’ll see.” Gavin parked the truck in the drive of a nice two-story house that looked much too nice for someone like her.
    “Come on,” Gavin said.
    Dillon pulled her out of the truck and carried her up to the door. He transferred her to Gavin’s arms while he pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Gavin carried her over the threshold like a new bride. She immediately banished that wayward thought.
    “Put me down, Gavin. I can walk.”
    He carefully let her slide down his body much like he had in the past. She could feel his erection against her belly. It heated up her insides at the thought of all that male flesh. She swallowed and quickly turned around to look around.
    The entrance hall opened into a living room complete with a big-screen TV and recliners, as well as a couch between them. There were shelves on either side of the TV filled with DVDs. She itched to go look at them, but refrained. They led her around into the kitchen. It was a large room with plenty of granite counter space and cabinets. The appliances were state of the art as well. She would love to cook in such a kitchen. She wondered about the men. Did they cook at all? She’d never found that out about them. There was a lot she didn’t know about them.
    From there, they showed her a walk-in pantry and a combination washroom and mudroom off the back door. Then they circled back around to where there was a large study that had a small desk and bookshelves only half full of books. It looked as if they spent very little time in there.
    “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you the changes we made,” Gavin said.
    He led her upstairs with Dillon behind her as if he would catch her should she trip and fall. He opened double doors to a master bedroom with a huge pedestal bed in the center of the room. There were two generous walk-in closets and a massive bathroom with a giant whirlpool bath big enough for three, and a walk-in shower, equally large.
    He drew her out of the bathroom to see the other bedrooms.
    “Two of them have their own bathrooms. It’s where Dillon and I sleep. The other two share a bathroom.” He quickly showed them to her.
    “Well, what do you think?” Dillon asked.
    “It’s all beautiful. I mean, I never would have thought you would live somewhere like this. Not that I thought you would live in a dump or anything, just not a huge house.”
    “We knew one day we would want a family, and this was a good house for one,” Dillon said.
    It was a side of them she hadn’t seen before. They hadn’t let her see it. Why now? Because of the baby? Or would they have shown all of it to her anyway? She would doubt their actions from here on out, and that sucked. She wanted to believe it was all for her, but the baby was there between them.
    “See, you could be comfortable here. How far away do you work?” Dillon asked.
    “She doesn’t have to work at all, now. If she moves in here, there’s no rent or utilities for her to have to pay,” Gavin said.
    “I’m not giving up my job. I love my job.” She crossed her arms and stared him down.
    “Fine, you keep your job. Where is it? How far do you have to drive from here?”
    She sighed. “I only go in to the office every once in a while for