MasonI grabbed a bottle and poured myself a whisky. Before I could drink it, someone walked up beside me.โGot one of those for me?โI grinned and turned. Leilani was standing there, smiling at me, still wearing that fucking sexy wedding dress.โSure, princess,โ I said, pouring her a drink. โYou deserve it.โโI saw what happened,โ she said softly. โIโm glad heโs dead.โโWorked out,โ I said.โThink the Rebels will really join us?โโSome will. Some wonโt. Weโll work it out. But the important thing is, itโs over.โโTo Jetter, may he rot in fucking hell,โ she said. We clinked glasses and drank.She put her glass down on the bar and stepped toward me. โMason, listenโโ she started to say, but I stopped her. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed her against me, kissing the girl hard on the mouth.She kissed me back without hesitation.Fuck, nothing ever tasted sweeter in my whole life. Not whisky, nothing. I wanted her, and finally I could have her in front of everyone without any second th
LeilaniFourteen months laterI laughed, fumbling in the dark for his belt.โFuck Iโm starving,โ Mason said, pushing me back. โForget that. I want this sweet pussy.โโShh,โ I said. โYouโll wake Ryan up.โโI think youโre the one who needs to work on being quiet.โ He pushed me back onto the bed, and I landed, giggling, as he pulled down my panties, tossing them aside.His lips found my neck, kissing me softly, his hands between my legs, working my soaked clit. โI think about this all fucking day long,โ he said in my ear.โMe too,โ I whispered.His lips moved down my neck and down my breasts. He dropped down onto his knees and spread my legs wide, his mouth pressed against my clit.Pleasure rocked through me as he began to suck my clit, licking me and eating me ferociously. Itโd been almost a day since heโd last touched me like this, and that was too long. Mason had been out on a job with the club, and I had been back at home taking care of our little son, Ryan. He was four months old, a
Veronica: I've always been a simple, college girl. Orphaned at an early age, I have no one left to fend for me, and so I do so for myself. Life is simple โ get the grades, work, afford the little I can, and keep my head low.But when I unwillingly witness a brutal, gang murder, everything I've built goes to ruin.The only man who can save me? Jaguar Shawn.But he's the ruthless asshole who broke my heart once, and a member of the Sandcastles MC โ New York's deadliest.Jaguar: I've always been a hard man, even to the ones I love. Violence is my middle name, and I spare no one. I didn't spare her too โ Veronica, the girl of my dreams. And I spent each day since then, living in utmost regret.But when she comes to me for help, I see it as an opportunity to make amends and make her mine, once and for all.By propositioning her to marry me.When she refuses, I remind her she has no one else to turn to, and her face blanches. I hate using threats, but she always leaves me with no choice.Ve
JaguarโFuckinโ Snakes been making moves on our turf,โ Mason said.โAlmost like theyโre begging for a war,โ Spoil agreed. He was thick and heavy, almost fat, but his size fooled many men that underestimated his speed.I laughed at the two of them. โSnake is half our fuckinโ size,โ I said. โTheyโre not so stupid.โโStill pretty big,โ Spoil said. โMight be they want to take a little piece of what we got.โโLet them try,โ Mason grunted. He was a big man, scarred along his throat. โI been itching for a little fun.โI laughed, shaking my head. Spoil and Mason were the local chapter enforcers, and they pretty much thought about nothing but murder and violence, which was their job.Which worked just fine for me. โYou boys know I love nothing more than breaking skulls,โ I said, โbut say we hold off.โโWhatever, Jaguar,โ Spoil said.I poured the big men another shot of whisky and filled my own glass to the brim. It was late, and the clubhouse was pretty empty except for a few members and the u
Veronica.โSomeone, please,โ I said, barely thinking, barely even aware of what I was doing. โHelp me. My friend was just murdered.โThe clubhouse was dead silent, and every single person was staring at me.I didnโt know what I was doing. I didnโt know why I had shown up in their place, or why I thought they could help me. But there I was, the decision already made, and I couldnโt take it back.โDo we look like the fucking cops?โ a guy with a scar along his throat said. The blonde sitting on his lap sneered at me.โThey were bikers,โ I said, the words spilling out of me. โRod was a good guy. He was a biker too. Please, someone help me.โAnother man sitting alone stood up and ambled toward me. He was huge, easily over six feet tall, and ugly as hell. He terrified me.โYou should get the fuck out of here,โ he said.โRod was in the Rebels,โ I said. โAnd the guys that killed him, Iโve never seen them before. Please, Iโm afraid. They have my wallet.โโWhy the fuck would you come here, then
Jaguar.โWhat the fuck did you get yourself involved with?โShe shook her head, still clearly in shock. โHow are you here?โ she asked me.โJoined after you left. Listen to me, Veronica. What fucking happened? What did you see?โThe story came out of her again, this time a little more clearly. Her friend Rod was clearly some low-level asshole in the Rebels, probably running some side deal to try to score points with the leadership. Clearly his deal went wrong.And the dumb fucking asshole had brought Veronica along. I had no clue what kind of insane club member would bring an outsider on a drop like that. He probably was trying to impress her or some shit, or at least that was what she said.So Rod gets fucking hit. The guys that did it grab the shit, grab his saddle bags, and ride the fuck off.With her purse in the bags, of course, which means they know who she is, and probably have some good reason to believe she was there.What a fucking mess. And to top it all off, she stupidly co
Veronica.He always seemed to be watching.It wasnโt weird, not really. Years ago, he was just the boy across the street.The badass, muscular asshole boy. His mom was a drunk and his daddy was never around, so Jaguar did whatever he wanted. Usually that was riding his motorcycle and flirting with girls.I had to admit that I was watching him from a distance, too. We didnโt talk much. Sometimes he nodded at me, and that always sent a chill down my spine. Jaguar was totally unlike the guys I hung around with at school. We ran with totally different crowds even though we were about the same age.He was intense. He wasnโt much of a talker from what I could tell, but he was always bringing around some new blond girl, probably all from different schools. He was charming and sexy as hell, over six feet tall, and covered in muscles by the time we both turned eighteen.That was the summer just before I was supposed to go off to college. I had been accepted at the University of Texas in Austin
Veronica.I had never laughed so loudly in my entire life. The image of Daddy drunk out of his mind and angry as hell in that mud puddle was too incredible. The feeling of flying combined with that image made the sting of Daddyโs slap disappear.I held on to Jaguarโs ripped body as we drove. I didnโt care where we were going, so long as we just kept moving. I wanted to go forever, to ride on that bike forever, to get far, far away from Daddy and our shitty small town.Soon, though, Jaguar pulled off the main road down a gravel path. He stopped when we got to the end and climbed off.I stood up and stared at him. Jaguar took his helmet off and nodded at me. โYou okay?โโYeah,โ I said. โThanks.โโCome on.โ He started walking toward some woods. I hesitated but decided to follow him. Jaguar was a little scary and had a pretty bad reputation, but I had never seen him do anything dangerous. True, he was cocky, and sometimes heโd said some pretty dirty things to me over the years. But frankl
Jaguar.The desert wind swept through the valley as the Sandcastles MC climbed onto our bikes.There was a roar from the devil himself as we kicked our bikes alive.We rode out in formation.We were the Sandcastles MC. Nobody fucked with us, because we were the biggest and baddest fuckers alive. We took what we wanted.But we also werenโt fucking stupid. We made deals when deals made sense. And right now, everyone knew a deal with the Snakes made sense before we ended up killing each other completely.War wasnโt over, though. The Rebels would get crushed, but somehow I knew our part in all this wasnโt over yet.As we rode back, my mind was firmly on my old lady, on Veronica. Sheโd be safe now. Sheโd be safe and we could figure out what the fuck we wanted.Although I knew what I wanted. It was the same thing Iโd wanted from the start of everything, from the very moment I saw her come into the damn clubhouse that first crazy night.I wanted to claim her. I wanted to make her mine.I rod
Veronica.Leilani and Mason laughed as I led Jaguar back toward the bathrooms. โCanโt say Iโm surprised you want another taste already,โ he said, grabbing my hips.I pushed him away. โStop that. I want to know what happened.โโNothing, like I said.โโJaguar. Tell me.โHe sighed. โMight as well tell you the truth.โI crossed my arms. โWell?โโSo, hereโs the deal. We think the Rebels were acting as a middle man for some South American cartel. Just a few minutes ago, I found diamonds hidden inside the heroin, probably meant for the Snakes.โI nodded slowly. โThatโs why they wanted that shipment so badly.โโRight. They have millions in that briefcase, and they thought youโd stolen it.โโShit,โ I said. โWhatโs going to happen?โโThe council is deciding whether weโre returning the case or not.โI stared at him. โSo basically, if they donโt return the case, itโs going to be war, right?โโAll-out war,โ he said, frowning. โWho knows if weโll survive.โI pressed myself against him. โWeโll get t
Veronica.โHowโs married life?โ Leilani asked me.Mason laughed and drank his beer. I shrugged. โItโs fine,โ I said. โNot real, though.โโReal enough I bet,โ Mason said. โYou guys been fuckinโ like rabbits?โLeilani smacked his arm. โCut it out, you ape.โโWhat? Iโm just askinโ.โI shook my head. โNo, of course not.โโOf course not?โ Leilani asked. โOkay, whatever you say.โโNot like Jaguar,โ Mason grumbled. โNot like him at all.โโWhat do you mean?โLeilani gave Mason a look. โI already told her.โโYou told her that Jaguar is a manwhore?โ Mason laughed. โTraitor.โโShe needed to know.โโMaybe.โ Mason looked at me. โJaguarโs been in every pussy this half of Austin, maybe the whole city. Who knows?โI nodded, blushing. Thinking about him having sex with another girl made my jealousy flare like crazy, but I didnโt have any real claim over him. โItโs okay,โ I said. โDoesnโt matter.โโGuess not now,โ Mason said. โHe never married one of them. Actually, he never saw one more than a single
Jaguar.Nothing was better for my head than fucking Veronica. There wasnโt anything in the world that could take the stress away like that womanโs pussy. I had no clue how or why, but she was fucking incredible, insatiable, wet and amazing.We headed back toward the clubhouse. I figured that would be the safest place to be for a while after the shootout, and plus, I needed to touch base with Phoenix. I had to see what was going on.Because we may have been close to finishing things, but we still had some damn work to do.I kept thinking about Veronica the whole ride back. I could feel her gripping my body on the bike, her hands on my chest as the wind whipped past. It was becoming more about just keeping her safe, more about helping someone I knew from my past.Hell, it always had been. I had to admit to myself that it was more than just because I fucking wanted to help her.I felt something for her. Felt something I didnโt think Iโd ever feel. Maybe I had always felt it; maybe it was
Veronica.He dropped down onto his knees in front of me and the bike and began to suck at my pussy. I moaned, amazed that he kept the bike upright while eating me. I loved the feeling of the leather underneath me, his strong hands holding my hips steady, and his tongue and mouth sucking my clit. If I wasnโt as soaked as possible before, I was in that moment.I could barely think. There was only Jaguar sucking my pussy, licking my clit like an animal, ferocious and starving. He was unstoppable as he worked me, and it was driving me wild. I loved getting my pussy licked while I was sitting on a motorcycle; there was something about the power of the bike and the strength of Jaguar that really pushed me to the limit.Desire flooded through me, filling my veins. His hands held me steady, his tongue sliding inside my pussy. โFuck I love your taste,โ he grunted. โI could eat this pussy all fucking day.โโShit Jaguar,โ I said. โI canโt ever say no to you.โโDamn right you canโt.โHe went back
Veronica.I was losing myself in Jaguarโs embrace. He was so gruff and talked dirty all the time, but he really did care about me, really did want me to be safe.And heโd never really left me.The revelation that my father had arrested him kept running through my mind. I knew Daddy was a drunk and a bastard, but I couldnโt believe he would put an innocent man in jail for months with no problem.I felt like I was beginning to understand Jaguar. The world had shit on him, over and over again, and now he was out to get his own revenge. Heโd joined the Sandcastles and was a hard badass because he didnโt know any other way to live.And that was what drew me to him. He lived however he wanted, took whatever he wanted, did whatever he wanted. Part of me wished I could live like that, but it was hard to exist in a world that wanted you to conform all the time.Jaguar didnโt conform. Jaguar did whatever he wanted.I reached up and touched his face and drew his lips down toward me. I felt his m
Jaguar.I knocked back my whisky and poured another.I couldnโt believe how angry I was. Phoenix letting Jetter go was complete bullshit, the worst kind of cowardice. I couldnโt tell if Phoenix wanted this war or if he wanted to be a pussy-ass bitch and suck the dick of our enemies.Veronica was quiet, but I was too pissed off to do anything about it. She had just been through something not a lot of guys witnessed, a real fucking shootout and a motorcycle chase. That we werenโt all arrested and rotting in prison was a fucking miracle.Actually, it was because we had bribed the police big time.But still, the whole fucking thing was madness.And as I knocked back my second whisky, my phone began to vibrate. I grabbed it, assuming it was Phoenix.โYeah?โ I said, walking away from Veronica.โHi there, Jaguar.โI stopped in my tracks. โJetter?โโThe one and only. Howโs our girl?โโYouโre lucky to be alive, you motherfucker,โ I growled.โCalm down, Jaguar,โ he said. โNo need for that.โโWh
Veronica.Phoenixโs plan was simple. He had assumed that Jetter was going into this a little overconfident, that heโd make some sort of dramatic move. The night before, Phoenix had placed a bunch of Demon members all around the property, and the smoke was their signal to attack.Men poured out of hiding places. The Rebels dropped back to use their armored car as cover, but they were way outnumbered. Phoenix rushed out into the open. โStop the bikes!โ he yelled.Jaguar grabbed me and we made a run for it while the other Rebels were pinned down. Jaguar threw me onto the back of his bike and hopped onto the front. Mason and Spoil joined us as we tore our way past the armored car, riding fast after Jetter. Mason and Spoil went ahead, leading the charge, while Jaguar and I brought up the rear.I wasnโt thinking, couldnโt think. There was only the chase and what was happening. The sound of gunfire sank away as we caught sight of Jetter and his crew just ahead.We tore after them, running re
Veronica.Jaguar looked at me, frowning. โYou donโt have to do this, Veronica.โโYes, I do.โI looked out across the construction site, butterflies churning in my stomach.Yesterday, Jaguar had come back from the clubhouse and explained to me Phoenixโs plan. At first I wasnโt sure, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought about how I had dragged his whole club into a war they had nothing to do with, the more I knew I had to do what I could to help.Even if I was acting as bait.Jaguar, for his part, said that it was my choice. He said he would never bring me into danger again, never force me to do something I didnโt want to do. I believed him, but I also knew that his club needed this from me.And so I said Iโd do it. Even when he warned me against it, asked me to reconsider, I knew it was the right thing to do.Which was easy at the time. But standing in that construction site the next day only made me realize how far out of my depth I was.โLetโs go,โ Jaguar grunted.We h