Her Double Delite Warriors (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3)

“I’m Brad and this is Bull.”

Okay, so the guy was just as big as a bull, and he wasn’t fat but pure muscles. He flexed his arm and smiled.

“You working tonight?” Brad asked.

“Yep.” She started to get up and fix the strap on her bag when it broke and the bag fell to the ground. “Oh damn.” She lowered to the ground and picked up the bag. Both Brad and Bull started to help her. “Let me fix this for you. It seems that the clip came loose.” Brad began to fool around with the clip on her bag.

“That’s okay, really. I’ll just fix it when I get home later.”

She felt the hand on her elbow and looked up toward Bull. He stared into her eyes, and she again felt her gut clench.

“Why don’t we talk a bit? I’ve been dying to get to know you better. Been watching you at the club. You’re really sweet.” Bull reached up and took a strand of her long blonde hair between his fingers. He let it slide through and she pulled back.

“Don’t touch my hair.”

“Why not, honey? It’s so pretty. I’ve been wanting to touch it.” He looked her over and took another step toward her. “And other parts, too,” he added.

She swallowed hard then realized she was back against the planter again.

“Give me back my bag please. I need to meet my friends.” She held out her hand.

Brad smirked. “You smell really good, honey. Why don’t you come a little closer.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him. She felt her heart race, and she was scared but determined not to show it. “Don’t be shy, Alexa. You’ve got a lot to offer a man. I can keep you warm at night.”

“We both could,” Bull stated, and she felt his hand go to her waist. She panicked just as she heard the firm voice.

“Step away from her now, fellas, before her boyfriends come over here and kick the shit out of ya,” Sheriff Parker stated as he stood there with his hand resting on the barrel of his gun.

Susanna was standing with Monte, who was keeping her from coming forward. Alexa sighed in relief until Bull and Brad started arguing with BJ.

“We’re just having a friendly conversation with Alexa. It ain’t none of your business and we ain’t breaking any laws,” Bull replied and puffed his chest out. BJ was just as big as Bull but trimmer in the stomach and waist area.

“No, we weren’t having a friendly conversation. He won’t give me my camera bag back,” Alexa stated.

“Come here, Alexa,” Monte said, but Brad grabbed her wrist.

“We’re not done talking with her.”

She tried pulling her hand free, but his grip was rough on her wrist.

“Release her now and I won’t lock your asses up,” BJ stated.

They laughed.

“What’s so fucking funny, asshole?” Michael asked as he stepped toward Bull.

She was shocked to see Michael and Chad standing there, and they looked pissed off. They were dressed like military bikers in their matching black camo pants and black shirts. “You want a piece of me, Michael? I ain’t afraid of your military background. All that top-secret shit people say. You’re a fucking loser. Who probably doesn’t even know how to take someone out.”

“Release my woman now, and I won’t hurt you,” Michael stated firmly.

“Your woman? Shit, she can’t be your woman if she’s standing here all alone. What the fuck kind of man are you anyway? I wouldn’t let this fine, sexy piece of ass out of my sight if she was mine,” Brad stated.

“With an ass like hers, she’d be bent over a table ninety percent of the time,” Bull stated then chuckled as he looked at Brad.

In a flash Michael moved and quickly had Bull restrained. It was the fastest move she had ever seen. Brad moved to take her with him to the side, but BJ was there and placed him in a headlock. She twisted and turned, and he released her wrist. She fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds there were multiple deputies around and her other friends.

“Damn, Alexa, are you okay?” Chad asked as he helped her up and pulled her into his arms. He held her close, and she hugged him back.