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 — 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 — 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 — 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
Jaguar“Fuckin’ Snakes been making moves on our turf,” Mason said.“Almost like they’re begging for a war,” 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. “Snake is half our fuckin’ size,” I said. “They’re not so stupid.”“Still pretty big,” Spoil said. “Might be they want to take a little piece of what we got.”“Let them try,” Mason grunted. He was a big man, scarred along his throat. “I been itching for a little fun.”I 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. “You boys know I love nothing more than breaking skulls,” I said, “but say we hold off.”“Whatever, Jaguar,” 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.“Someone, please,” I said, barely thinking, barely even aware of what I was doing. “Help me. My friend was just murdered.”The clubhouse was dead silent, and every single person was staring at me.I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t 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 couldn’t take it back.“Do we look like the fucking cops?” a guy with a scar along his throat said. The blonde sitting on his lap sneered at me.“They were bikers,” I said, the words spilling out of me. “Rod was a good guy. He was a biker too. Please, someone help me.”Another man sitting alone stood up and ambled toward me. He was huge, easily over six feet tall, and ugly as hell. He terrified me.“You should get the fuck out of here,” he said.“Rod was in the Rebels,” I said. “And the guys that killed him, I’ve never seen them before. Please, I’m afraid. They have my wallet.”“Why the fuck would you come here, then
Jaguar.“What the fuck did you get yourself involved with?”She shook her head, still clearly in shock. “How are you here?” she asked me.“Joined after you left. Listen to me, Veronica. What fucking happened? What did you see?”The 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 Daddy’s slap disappear.I held on to Jaguar’s ripped body as we drove. I didn’t 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. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks.”“Come on.” 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 he’d said some pretty dirty things to me over the years. But frankl
Jaguar.I woke up early, a hangover headache tingling my skull, to the morning sunlight streaming in through my living room window.What the fuck did I do last night? I thought to myself as I sat up.And then it all came rushing back: Veronica showing up, her story, the look on her face, the way my body reacted to seeing her again.The way I claimed her in front of the whole damn club.Damn girl was trouble. I sat up, grunting, and walked into the kitchen. I put on some coffee and leaned up against the counter.The whole thing was fucked. I didn’t much care about the guys that were after her. I’d dealt with plenty of fucking biker cunts in my time, left more than a few blood-stained and splattered on the road under my wheels. I could protect her no problem, and I actually looked forward to it.I wanted another fucking war. I wanted some fight, some excitement to break up the boring as fuck club business. I wasn’t built for peace, never was.I had a reputation in the club, and for good
Jaguar.She lived in a little piece of shit apartment right off the University of Texas’s campus. She lived alone, as far as I could tell, and her place was a fucking mess.“Be fast,” I grunted at her.“Okay.” She disappeared into the back room as I looked around her place. It looked pretty typical: paintings and pictures on the wall, pictures of friends in frames, but none of her father.I hadn’t seen anyone hanging around outside of her place, but that didn’t mean they weren’t watching. I would have been surprised if they had found her so fast, though. Bikers weren’t exactly known for their fucking smarts, and overall that was true. They’d find her eventually, though.I walked over to the front window and peeked outside. Nothing there, just my bike parked against the curb and the slow trickle of young students wandering around.“How much do I need, anyway?” she asked.I turned back and looked at her. She tossed my sweatshirt at me and I grabbed it.“I don’t know,” I said. “A week’s
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 weren’t 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 wasn’t over, though. The Rebels would get crushed, but somehow I knew our part in all this wasn’t over yet.As we rode back, my mind was firmly on my old lady, on Veronica. She’d be safe now. She’d be safe and we could figure out what the fuck we wanted.Although I knew what I wanted. It was the same thing I’d 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. “Can’t say I’m surprised you want another taste already,” he said, grabbing my hips.I pushed him away. “Stop that. I want to know what happened.”“Nothing, like I said.”“Jaguar. Tell me.”He sighed. “Might as well tell you the truth.”I crossed my arms. “Well?”“So, here’s 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.”I nodded slowly. “That’s why they wanted that shipment so badly.”“Right. They have millions in that briefcase, and they thought you’d stolen it.”“Shit,” I said. “What’s going to happen?”“The council is deciding whether we’re returning the case or not.”I stared at him. “So basically, if they don’t return the case, it’s going to be war, right?”“All-out war,” he said, frowning. “Who knows if we’ll survive.”I pressed myself against him. “We’ll get t
Veronica.“How’s married life?” Leilani asked me.Mason laughed and drank his beer. I shrugged. “It’s fine,” I said. “Not real, though.”“Real enough I bet,” Mason said. “You guys been fuckin’ like rabbits?”Leilani smacked his arm. “Cut it out, you ape.”“What? I’m just askin’.”I shook my head. “No, of course not.”“Of course not?” Leilani asked. “Okay, whatever you say.”“Not like Jaguar,” Mason grumbled. “Not like him at all.”“What do you mean?”Leilani gave Mason a look. “I already told her.”“You told her that Jaguar is a manwhore?” Mason laughed. “Traitor.”“She needed to know.”“Maybe.” Mason looked at me. “Jaguar’s been in every pussy this half of Austin, maybe the whole city. Who knows?”I nodded, blushing. Thinking about him having sex with another girl made my jealousy flare like crazy, but I didn’t have any real claim over him. “It’s okay,” I said. “Doesn’t matter.”“Guess not now,” Mason said. “He 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 wasn’t anything in the world that could take the stress away like that woman’s 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 didn’t think I’d 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 wasn’t 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. “Fuck I love your taste,” he grunted. “I could eat this pussy all fucking day.”“Shit Jaguar,” I said. “I can’t ever say no to you.”“Damn right you can’t.”He went back
Veronica.I was losing myself in Jaguar’s 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 he’d 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 couldn’t 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. He’d joined the Sandcastles and was a hard badass because he didn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t believe how angry I was. Phoenix letting Jetter go was complete bullshit, the worst kind of cowardice. I couldn’t 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 weren’t 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.“Yeah?” I said, walking away from Veronica.“Hi there, Jaguar.”I stopped in my tracks. “Jetter?”“The one and only. How’s our girl?”“You’re lucky to be alive, you motherfucker,” I growled.“Calm down, Jaguar,” he said. “No need for that.”“Wh
Veronica.Phoenix’s plan was simple. He had assumed that Jetter was going into this a little overconfident, that he’d 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. “Stop the bikes!” 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 wasn’t thinking, couldn’t 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. “You don’t have to do this, Veronica.”“Yes, I do.”I looked out across the construction site, butterflies churning in my stomach.Yesterday, Jaguar had come back from the clubhouse and explained to me Phoenix’s plan. At first I wasn’t 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 didn’t want to do. I believed him, but I also knew that his club needed this from me.And so I said I’d 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.“Let’s go,” Jaguar grunted.We h