All Chapters of Her Biker Bodyguard: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LeilaniI woke up, my head pounding and groggy. It took me a second to realize that I was lying on top of my comforter with a thin blanket spread over top me, my clothes still on.Then the events of the night came slowly back to me.I rolled over onto my back and groaned, putting my head in my hands. I was hungover as hell, and everything just seemed horrible in so many ways.I couldn’t believe I had gotten that wasted in front of Mason. He had practically carried me up to my room like the silly mess I was. That was probably the most disgraceful I’d acted in a really long time, and Mason probably had good reason to be annoyed with me.I groaned again as I remembered calling him a dog of the club. That was a pretty low blow, especially considering I was in the same position as him, more or less.We both grew up in the club, both owed our lives to it. It wasn’t fair to call him a dog, especially considering I was thinking about doing something as crazy as marrying a complete stranger fo

MasonI didn’t know what was going through the girl’s head, but she sure as hell could fucking dance.Not that I much cared about dancing. Still, there was nothing better than having an ass like Leilani’s rubbed up against your cock while you moved to the beat. And I could move with the best of them.The club was packed and loud. It wasn’t my sort of joint. I preferred something more southern, more honky-tonk and less like a shitty east coast banger. But Leilani was making the calls, and I was just following along.After work, I dropped her at her place, swung by my own to change into fresh clothes, and then picked her up. She came down in these tight black jeans that made her ass look fantastic and this black shirt that showed off just a hint of her fantastic tits, her hair done up. She looked like a fucking sexy biker chick, which was what she was going for.She directed me to this club and was about to leave when she saw the line, but I knew the bouncer. I got us in without any tro

LeilaniI woke up, my heart racing.I’d just been dreaming. In the dream, I saw Mason take me the way I wanted him to. Instead of anything standing in the way, instead of the marriage looming over my head, the club, our complicated loyalties, our past, there was just me and him.Biting my lip, I slipped my hand down my panties under the covers. Without thinking, I began to slowly touch my soaked clit.I thought about Mason kissing me again, his mouth hard against mine, his body big and strong. He’d press my body against the door and strip off my clothes a little at a time, all the while kissing my neck, my mouth.He’d whisper in my ear. He’d tell me what he wanted from me, how he wanted me to suck his cock, how he loved to make me beg. I’d be soaking wet when he finally put his hand in my panties. He’d grin at me, that delicious smile, and say he knew all along.And he’d rub my clit with his incredible hands. I’d try to stay quiet, but I wouldn’t be able to, not with Mason and his fil

MasonI felt the cool air whipping past my body as I rode out along the highway.I’d been riding my whole life, and it still was the only thing that really cleared my head. Sex felt good and calmed me, violence and excitement felt good and made life worth living, but riding was the only thing that really relaxed me anymore.And I knew that I needed to get away from that clubhouse. My blood was on fire as the memory of the night before came back to me. I remembered the feeling of those douchebag college kids getting beaten down for disrespecting Leilani, and I remembered her body pressed against mine in the parking lot.I hated her decision. I understood it, understood why she wanted to do what she was doing, but I couldn’t support that shit.A lot of guys in the club treated their women like fucking garbage to be thrown out, and I was guilty of that shit too. I fucked around plenty, though I never promised I was doing anything more than that. But when it came to Leilani, I couldn’t pi

LeilaniMason wasn’t in the mood to talk, and neither was I. After he’d told me flat out that he thought I was making a mistake, I took my lunch into my room and spent the next few hours watching Netflix while he sat on my couch.I had a knot in my stomach the size of Texas. Mason didn’t know it yet, but I was going to meet Jetter at the clubhouse later that night. I didn’t feel like telling him what was going down later on, since he really didn’t need to know.But I wished I could talk to him about it. Maybe he wasn’t the subtlest guy in the world, but at least he seemed to give a shit about me. He’d be able to offer advice or at least a comforting grunt or two.Instead, he was making it fucking clear that he didn’t support this and wasn’t going to. Fine, he didn’t need to support it, but he at least should have been trying to help make this easier on me. This decision was hard enough without Mason giving me shit for it, giving me those looks, making me rethink everything.I didn’t r