Monroe, Marla - The Bikers and the Socialite [The Dirty Dozen 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page A

for whatever the day brought on. Walking downstairs, she entered the kitchen to find the guys patiently waiting on her.
    “Your breakfast is getting cold. You should have gone ahead and eaten.”
    “We weren’t going to eat without you, baby,” Shane teased.
    “It looks good.” She cut up her egg and took a bite. It was a little salty, but otherwise not bad.
    “Is it edible?” Shane asked.
    “They’re good. Let me try my bacon.” She broke off a piece and put it in her mouth.
    It was a bit crunchy, but she liked hers crisp. This was just a little bit crispier than what she liked.
    “I like my bacon crispy. This is fine, Shane.”
    He breathed out a sigh of relief and high-fived Allen.
    “I was afraid I’d screw it up.”
    “Well, you didn’t. Um, can I have something to drink, coffee maybe?”
    “Right.” Shane grabbed the coffee and poured her a cup.
    “So, what’s on the agenda for today while we wait for the meeting?”
    “We lay low until after the meeting. I think we should spend our time talking about the baby and what our plans are. Then once we know about what the others think, we can decide from there.” Allen handed her a napkin.
    “And, we need to get groceries so there’s stuff good for you when you’re here,” Shane added.
    Once they had all finished eating, Shane and Allen shooed her into the living room while they cleaned up. She wasn’t sorry, either. Shane had made a mess cooking. She smiled. He’d been so proud of his eggs and bacon. She checked the time and frowned. It was already nearly eleven. There was less than seven hours before the gang would descend on them. She was nervous of meeting all of them. What would they think of her? She was so used to making people think the worst of her that now she didn’t know how to act to make someone think better of her.
    Would they resent her for her money or for causing them to be put in the spotlight? She hated that she would be the cause of their discomfort.
    “What are you thinking about over there that has that pretty face all serious-looking?” Allen walked over and sat on the couch next to her.
    “Just wondering what your friends are going to think of me.”
    “They’re going to fall in love with you. You’re easy to like, Parker.”
    “Yeah, but I’m bringing shit down on their heads. They didn’t ask for it.”
    “Don’t go blaming yourself for something that none of us had any control over.”
    “Yeah, well, we might have refrained from fucking a half dozen times.”
    “I don’t regret one of those times, and I think it was more like eight,” he said with a grin.
    “Eight what?” Shane walked in.
    His T-shirt was wet in two spots. Parker hid her grin. He was the serious one, and yet he’d gone to the extent of cooking her breakfast then cleaning up. Somehow she couldn’t see him compromising his bad-boy persona by trying to cook.
    “Nothing,” Allen said. “Do you want to watch a movie to let our meal settle?”
    “Good idea.” Shane grabbed Parker’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “You get to choose.”
    “Somehow I don’t think that’s all that big a deal. I bet you only have two types of movies, porn and action thrillers.”
    “Hell, you’ve already peeked, haven’t you?” Shane asked.
    “I didn’t need to. I know what men like.” She walked over and perused their collection. It was an impressive one, at that.
    “I’ll go for Die Hard or The Fast and the Furious .” She pulled both out and smiled.
    “We’ll start off with Die Hard . I haven’t seen that one in a while.” Shane popped the DVD into the player and turned on all the various remotes that men seemed to always have.
    They watched the movie with Shane on one side of her and Allen on the other. They each commandeered a hand to hold but didn’t push for anything else. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. After the climax in the bathroom, she had expected them to want sex. Now that they hadn’t