Semua Bab Her Biker Bodyguard: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Jaguar.I sat in Jaguar’s bedroom, my pussy soaking wet, trying to get his words out of my head.He left you. You can’t forget that, I kept thinking over and over.I couldn’t give him another chance. I’d learned that the hard way in my life. You let a man fuck you over once and he’d keep doing it, again and again. That was just his nature.Jaguar had fucked me over back then. Got my hopes up, got my body interested, my mind interested, and then he just disappeared. I wasn’t going to make the same stupid mistake, no matter what he was doing for me.I sighed, frustrated beyond belief. I wanted to sit out there and have another beer, but he seemed so incapable of having a normal conversation. Besides, seeing my apartment torn to shreds had really shaken me to my core.I knew bad guys were out there looking for me. I wouldn’t have put myself through everything so far if I didn’t really believe that. But actually seeing my apartment in that state really hammered home the fact that I was wa

Veronica.I laughed, and before Jaguar could say more, the door opened.I looked up. Two men walked in. One was short and balding, and the other was taller with dark, slicked-back hair. He was smiling this huge, goofy smile.“Here we go,” Jaguar said softly.I nodded, downing my drink. I hadn’t realized how nervous I was. “Okay.”Jaguar stood up and gestured at the men.“Brother Jaguar,” the smiling man said.“Not your brother anymore,” Jaguar answered.“This the girl?” He ignored Jaguar’s comment and looked at me, smiling his big, sleazy smile.“This is her. Veronica, this is Jetter.”“Nice to meet you,” I said, though I felt like I wanted to puke.“It’s great to meet you.” He nodded at the bald man, who gave me a little smile and then walked over to the bar. Jetter sat down at our table.“Drink?” Jaguar asked.“Thanks,” he said.Jaguar gestured at the bartender, who walked over. Jetter asked for a whisky, and I asked for another gin and tonic. When the drinks came, Jetter took one l

Jaguar.Bullets sprayed everywhere. I counted four guys firing from the hills as we got behind our bikes. The Mexicans started shooting back, and I tried to signal to Juan Manuel that it wasn’t us attacking.Whether he saw me or not, he didn’t seem to give a shit. The Mexicans got onto their bikes and rode off, not caring that we were pinned down.I cursed. “Mason, man, we gotta make moves,” I yelled over the gunfire.“Got you boss.”Mason, Spoil, and Thade all began returning fire. I nodded to Locke. He was a young guy, one of the newest members. I liked him for his recklessness and his desire to prove himself.We moved together, sprinting toward the hills. Bullets sprayed all around us, but the others did their job. We made it, diving down onto the base of the hill.We quickly ran up the side, guns firing. Ahead, I could see the guys more clearly. They were bikers, without a doubt.“Toss it, fuck,” I yelled to Locke.He grinned hugely and pulled a grenade from his jacket. He pulled

Veronica.I bit my lip, feeling the orgasm come over me. I kept rubbing my pussy, eyes shut, sitting on his couch. My whole body quivered as thoughts of Jaguar kept running through my mind.Suddenly I heard a bike come roaring up the driveway. Embarrassed, I got up from the couch, my head buzzing, and ran into the bathroom. I rinsed my fingers off just in time to hear the door bang open.“Veronica.” It was Jaguar.I came back out. “Hi, Jaguar,” I said.“You okay?”I smiled at him awkwardly. Did he somehow know that I was just getting myself off to him? “I’m fine. Why? Nothing is going on.”He cocked his head. “You seem flushed.”“I’m fine,” I snapped, looking away.“Good.” He looked around. “We need to head to the clubhouse.”“What’s wrong?”“Something happened. Come on. Get dressed.”I looked at him for a second and saw the anxiety and stress on his face. I walked into the bedroom and quickly got dressed, mentally kicking myself.What the hell was I thinking, masturbating right there

Veronica.Every girl dreamed about her wedding day.Maybe that was a cliché, but I didn’t care. Maybe she didn’t obsess about it, but every girl thought about it from time to time.When I imagined my wedding day, it was always outside. I saw friends and family all sitting on cute white chairs while I walked down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. Daddy would give me away, but he’d be sober, reformed. My husband would be strapping, handsome but kind, and not at all a drinker.I never imagined that I would be in the bathroom of a biker bar changing into a borrowed dress with a girl I’d met only two days before.“How’s it going in there, honey?” Leilani asked.“It’s tight,” I said, taking a deep breath and squeezing myself into the dress. “Really tight.”“Supposed to be, sweetie,” she said. “Got to show off the goods, make Jaguar know what he’s getting.”I sighed. I didn’t want to make Jaguar know anything. I didn’t want to be in a grimy toilet stall shoving myself into some totally r