All Chapters of Her Biker Bodyguard: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LeilaniI owed my life to Phoenix Baxter.Not in one of those metaphorical ways, either. Some people said they owed their life to someone when that person just did something nice for them.No, not in this case. Phoenix Baxter saved my life in a very real way. Without him, I'd be dead, sure as anything in this world.I was just a little girl when I first met him. Phoenix was one of my daddy's friends, one of the tough men who smiled tender at me while they road their loud bikes around the city. Phoenix and my daddy, they went way back. They knew each other as kids and were as close as could be.Which was why it took Phoenix so long to put a bullet in Daddy's head.I still remembered that night and always would. I was ten years old. Ever since I could remember, Daddy was a violent man, a drinker. He had a temper and was famous for it. Daddy got in fights all over town, but nobody thought twice about that. If you were a biker, you were practically expected to drink too much and to get in

LeilaniPhoenix thought I didn't know what was going down with the club, but I wasn't blind.I'd spent my whole life around the club. My daddy was a founding member, and my adopted dad was the president. I lived and breathed the Sandcastles MC.So, when they were at war, it was pretty easy to notice. The boys were all amped up and there was a level of anxiety happening in the clubhouse. Then all that shit with Ford and Caralee happened, and that was a nice distraction for a bit. It was nice to see two people who loved each other finally come together.You didn't see it that much, not in a violent place like the Sandcastles MC clubhouse.I glanced across the room and caught Mason looking at me. He quickly looked away, and I smiled to myself. I had talked to him earlier that night for the first time in a while, and he'd seemed like he couldn't wait for me to get away from him.I did not understand that man. One second, he was smiling and laughing, letting me sit in his lap, and the next

MasonHoly fucking shit.Me, Mason, a bodyguard to Leilani? Acting as a bodyguard wasn't an easy gig for anyone, but acting as a bodyguard to the princess of the bikers was going to be even worse.Not to mention I couldn't keep my fucking eyes off her in the best of circumstances.My mind flipped back to the night before. I'd kept looking at her, sitting there with that new girl, Sara or something like that. The way she moved, smiled, laughed, it all made my fucking cock hard as hell. I wanted her and was fascinated by her strength. She was a biker chick through and through, down to her core.But she was off-limits, incredibly off-limits. And now Phoenix wanted me to follow her around, protect her, keep her safe, all that shit?I almost wished he had trusted someone else, but he hadn't. He trusted me with this, and I wasn't going to let my club down.I got on my bike and kicked it into gear, tearing ass out of there and heading toward the address on the piece of paper.I wasn't exactl

MasonI could feel Leilani clinging on to me as we rode down the street, wind blowing through her thick blond hair.I kept thinking about that moment earlier, seeing her half dressed there, hands holding up her bra, pressing her breasts together like that. My cock was ready to burst from my fucking pants. I hadn't meant to walk in on her like that, but I was fucking glad as hell that it had happened.And what drove me even wilder was the fact that she didn't seem to mind all that much. Sure, she was annoyed, but she didn't flip out. She just finished getting dressed and looked at me with that icy stare that both sent shivers down my spine and made my dick fucking hard.I didn't know what the fuck Phoenix was thinking putting me in charge of his sexy-as-hell daughter, but what the fuck, I wasn't going to complain. As far as I was concerned, this was the easiest job I'd been given in a long time. Sure, it was dangerous, and I'd want to tear her fucking clothes off every second I was aro

LeilaniThat arrogant bastard.I was fuming as I got changed in the back room after work. Just ten minutes earlier, Mason had risked my job by stepping in and intimidating a patron, and if my manager ever heard about it, I was done.True, that guy was being a dick. There was no doubt about that. He was patiently telling me about how awful I was, and how he wasn't going to tip me at all. I did savor the look on his face as huge Mason, all covered in tattoos and wearing his Demons leather vest, came walking over to talk to him.But I didn't need rescuing. That asshole didn't have to step in and handle that guy for me, because I was handling him just fine. Not everyone got to act like a huge brute and throw their weight around.And yet part of me was totally thrilled by the whole thing. I savored that weak little asshole getting up and practically running away while Mason calmly smiled at him. I believed every word Mason had said when he threatened the guy, especially considering the thi