Semua Bab Her Biker Bodyguard: Bab 41 - Bab 50

MasonMy anticipation was through the roof as the bikes got closer and closer. I kept myself steady, refusing to give in to my desire to get up and start blowing the fuckers away. After ten minutes, I could hear that the bikes were right on top of us.Then suddenly they stopped getting closer. The bikes were idling, which meant I couldn’t hear a word the guys were saying. I couldn’t see them, either, since they weren’t in my line of sight. They were to my right, and I guessed there were at least five of them.They were right fucking on top of us.But nothing was happening. We kept waiting, probably waiting for the dealers to get there with the cash. The bikes just kept running and nothing happened. They didn’t find our guys, and none of us jumped up early.Fifteen more minutes and then I heard the cars coming, not as loud as the bikes, but loud enough to announce themselves from a distance. I caught sight of these big black trucks, hauling up dust and shit as they tore across the dese

LeilaniI woke up for the second time that morning, and for a second, I forgot that Mason had left. I got out of bed and was about to leave my room before I remembered his visit.I grabbed a robe and wrapped it around my body. I didn’t want the pledges to see me in just a tiny old T-shirt and short little shorts.Tom Tom looked up as I walked out into the main room.“Morning,” he said. “Mason told you?”“Yeah,” I said. “He told me you’d be here.”He nodded. “They had a job to do this morning.”I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a mug of coffee. Slip nodded at me, sipping from his own mug. I leaned up against the counter.“Well,” I said, “where’d they go?”“Can’t say,” Slip answered.“Club business?”“You know the drill.”I sighed, sipping my coffee. I shouldn’t have been surprised that they couldn’t tell me, but it did annoy me more than I would have guessed. Normally I was used to them not telling me anything, but now it felt like I was involved. I was a part of this now, ev

MasonI hated leaving Ford there to deal with that shit alone, but he was right. I had to get Leilani away from there, just in case. I wasn’t sure any shit was going to go down, but it felt like a strong possibility at the time. Leilani was my responsibility and was still an important part of this whole fucking deal.It didn’t matter that I felt like a coward. I had to put that behind me.I had to do what was best for the club and for Leilani. I didn’t matter.We headed back toward her apartment, moving through traffic. I parked the bike out front in the usual spot and kept her behind me as we moved back toward her apartment. I had my piece out, ready for whatever was coming.But there was nothing. We got into her apartment and I cleared it with no problem. She walked inside and tossed her keys onto the kitchen table, sprawling out on the couch.“Well?” she asked.“Well what?” I grunted.“Tell me what happened.”I leaned up against the wall and crossed my arms. “Maybe I don’t feel lik

MasonI reached up and pulled her head toward me, kissing her hard as I fucked her. My cock pressed deep into her, sliding effortlessly as I slammed my cock against her, working out bodies together. She moved her hips, rolling herself against my hard body, taking my big cock deep inside her.“Mason, I’m so close,” she moaned. “I’m so close. Oh fuck me. Fuck me harder.”“I love the way you say my name, girl,” I said, thrusting deep and rough, making her take my cock. But before she could come, I pulled back, grabbing her hips. I pulled her up and put her knees down on the couch cushions, her hands on the back of the couch, her ass up in the air.She gasped as I took her hips, standing behind her, and pressed my cock deep inside her. I began to fuck her rough like that from behind, slamming my cock inside her tight little pussy. She wanted it rough, so I was going to give it to her rough.I slapped her ass hard, and she gasped, moaning loudly, gripping the couch. “You fucking like that,

LeilaniWe rode out an hour later and didn’t talk about what had happened. After the call from Jetter, Mason was suddenly all business.I didn’t blame him. Getting that call from Jetter just reminded us that the outside world still existed, even if we didn’t want it to.It wasn’t a long ride out to Jetter’s place, so we stopped off for a quick breakfast. Mason pulled over at a little food truck and got us both pancakes and more coffee, which was basically fueling my life by that point.By the time we finished eating and got back onto the bike, we were running right on time. Eating hadn’t been awkward or anything like that, but Mason didn’t seem too talkative, and I didn’t want to push him too hard. We were both aware of our position in the world.Jetter’s trailer was set out from the city on a small plot of land. We had to ride down an old dirt track to get there, and I was convinced that Mason was going the wrong way, but the trailer appeared just beyond a clearing in the trees.It d