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

more of her than just a random fuck.”
    “If you say so.” Dillon walked into the bathroom and closed the door a little more forcefully than was necessary.
    He turned on the shower and stepped in. The water stung against his bruises and cuts, but it meant he could feel something. He had been feeling cold inside without Briana. Something had to give. Gavin was going to blow a fuse if he didn’t calm down and think for a change. He lived by his emotions, and for a while, he had actually started to let his mind take over again. But that was over.
    There was a knock on the door, and then a blast of cooler air swirled into the shower around him.
    “I’m going for a ride. I’ll be back later.”
    “Wait and I’ll go with you.”
    “I’d rather go alone,” Gavin said and closed the door.
    Dillon blew out a breath and finished washing off. He dried off and had just pulled on his jeans when there was a knock on the door. He checked the peephole and found it was Cole and Zack. Great, he was going to get chewed out without Gavin to take his part.
    He opened the door and stepped back. Cole and Zack walked through and looked around.
    “Where’s Gavin?” Cole asked.
    “He went for a ride. Wouldn’t wait around for me.”
    “What’s his problem?”
    “He got all fucked up over Briana wanting us to agree to only seeing each other if we were going to move on in the relationship. Gavin took it to mean she didn’t trust us. I don’t know what’s in his head. He was all into her and now he’s dropped her like a hot potato.”
    “I told him to tell her he loved her. He insisted he didn’t know if he did. The man is so in love with her he can’t think straight,” Cole said disgustedly.
    “Well, I’ll admit I am. But I’m not doing anything without Gavin. He’s got to either come around or move on without this pissed-off thing going on. He’s going to end up doing something stupid.”
    “Want me to talk to him?” Cole asked.
    “Not right now. Give it a few days. Maybe over the weekend if he’s not any better.” Dillon sighed. “He’s never been right since we got back from Iraq . For a while, he was acting almost normal around her. She was good for him. Then he had to go and fuck it up.”
    “Tell me when, Dillon, and I’ll give it a try.”
    “Thanks, Cole.”
    The two men walked out. Dillon didn’t lock the door since Gavin had to be able to get back in. He didn’t bother turning back the covers. He just lay back on the bed and folded his arms behind his head to think.
    Briana would be leaving for Dallas in a few weeks. Without working, she’d probably move as fast as she could so she could find a job. He wasn’t sure how they would find her in a city as big as Dallas when Gavin came to his senses. That is, if it wasn’t too late.
    Around four in the morning, Gavin walked in stinking of booze. Fuck. That was all he needed. There was no way he was going to work today.
    “What in the hell did you do, Gavin? You smell like a still. I can’t believe you rode home like that. You could have been killed.” Dillon spat out.
    “Oh, shut the fuck up.” Gavin fell face-first on the bed.
    Dillon shook his head, then started pulling off his brother’s boots and then his shirt. He left him on his stomach in case he threw up. Hell, he couldn’t leave him like this. That meant he couldn’t go to work today. He would call Cole as soon as it was a decent hour, and tell him what was going down.
    He thought about Briana and sighed. He loved her. Deeper than he’d ever loved a woman in his life. She meant everything to him, but he couldn’t betray his brother. There had to be some way to get Gavin to give her a chance. She needed some sort of encouragement that they were serious. They hadn’t said anything to her to give her that idea. No matter what Gavin thought, actions alone weren’t enough for a woman. They needed words.
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, Dillon called Cole and filled him in. His leader wasn’t happy,