Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Boyfriends [The Dirty Dozen 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page A

waiting.” He took another swig of the beer before heading toward the garage.
    They pulled up outside Carly’s apartment building at five after seven. She answered the door dressed in body-hugging jeans and a midriff-baring blouse that left a decent amount of cleavage exposed. She was wearing her hair down, and it framed her face in a soft cloud of natural curls.
    “You look beautiful, baby. Are you ready?”
    “I’m ready.” She handed him her overnight bag for him to stow in his saddlebag. “Hey, Ranger.”
    Ranger nodded but didn’t say anything. Drew wanted to throttle him when her face fell.
    “Let’s go. I’m starved,” Drew said.
    Ranger helped her on the back of Drew’s bike, much to his relief. At least he wasn’t being a total asshole.
    Dinner was a quiet affair where he did most of the talking. Ranger would answer questions, but usually in one- or two-word syllables. When Carly excused herself to go to the bathroom, Drew laid into Ranger.
    “If you don’t want to be here, feel free to go back home. You’re upsetting Carly with your attitude. It’s not her fault you’re screwed up about all of this.”
    Ranger’s mouth worked for a few seconds, and then he stood up and walked out. Drew sighed. When Carly returned, she looked at Ranger’s vacant chair but kept quiet.
    “You ready to hit the club?”
    “Can’t wait. I haven’t danced since you and Ranger danced with me.”
    “Well, let’s put an end to your dry spell, baby.” He led her out of the restaurant with a hand to her lower back.
    When they arrived at the bikes, Ranger was waiting on them, suited up and ready. Drew shook his head. What in the hell was going through his mind? He wasn’t in the mood to babysit him tonight. He wanted to spend time with Carly. Determined not to make a scene, he ignored his buddy and climbed on the bike. When Ranger stepped up to help Carly on the bike, Drew was surprised to see Carly move away from the other man.
    They pulled into the club parking lot fifteen minutes later. Despite her rejection of his help to get on the bike, Ranger was there to help her off. As soon as she was standing steady on solid ground, he backed away. Drew took Carly’s hand and led her toward the door. Ranger followed behind them. He hoped like hell the other man wasn’t going to be a surly bastard all night. It wasn’t fair to Carly, and it was pissing him off.
    Once inside, the crowd threatened to pull Carly from his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and was grateful that Ranger was man enough to help forge a way through the throng toward an empty booth in the back. The other man further surprised him when he slid around the circular booth to sit next to Carly within touching distance. Maybe he was giving in, or maybe he was only providing support in keeping her safe from the crowd. Either way, Drew felt a spark of hope inside.

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    Carly sighed once they were settled in the booth. She was surprised when Ranger slid around to sit next to her close enough she could feel his body heat. What was going on with him? First he acted like he didn’t want anything to do with her, then he was helping her on and off the bike, and now he was sitting next to her. Did he like her or not? What had she done to deserve the cold shoulder?
    She had been trying to figure that out ever since the last weekend. He’d acted like he didn’t want to be around her on Sunday, but insisted on taking her home. He’d acted cool toward her, but he kissed her as if he needed her, then turned and walked away. Did he think she was going to hurt Drew? Why would he think that? She thought they had a good thing going.
    “What do you want to drink?” Drew asked.
    “Corona, please.”
    “I’ll get the beer,” Ranger said as he scooted out of the booth. “Be right back.”
    When he was gone, Carly turned to Drew intent on asking him what was going on. Instead, she found herself in his arms with his mouth pressing against hers. His