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Author: Chihiro
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Vincent

"Take off your shirt," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Dolores hesitates, her eyes wide, but she complies. Her fingers tremble as they grasp the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, revealing a black lace bra that makes my pulse quicken.

"Bra too," I order, my tone firm but not unkind.

"Vincent," she starts, her voice laced with concern, "you're still injured. We need to be careful."

I reach out and cup her breast through the lace, my thumb brushing over her nipple. Her breath catches, and the protest dies on her lips. "Dolores, I need you. Now."

Her hands move to the clasp of her bra, and in a heartbeat, it’s gone. I pull her closer, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're going to be the death of me," I murmur against her chest.

I slide my hand down her belly, my fingers finding their way between her thighs. I feel the heat radiating from her core. She gasps as I begin to rub slow circles
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  • Her Biker Bodyguard   THREE YEARS LATER

    MilesThe pink tricycle gleams in the morning sun as I crouch beside Brinley, my hands hovering near her tiny shoulders. Her dirty blonde curls bounce as she wiggles on the seat, her hazel eyes focused with an intensity that reminds me of Vincent during club meetings."Ready, princess?""I got this, Daddy." She grips the handlebars, her little chin jutting out. "Just like your bike.""Almost." I adjust her feet on the pedals. "Remember what we practiced?"A prospect walks by, nodding respectfully. Brinley waves, momentarily distracted. "Hi Uncle Fang!""Eyes forward, sweetheart." The words barely leave my mouth before she's pedaling, wobbly but determined."Look! I'm doing it!" Her laughter echoes across the compound. Several brothers pause their work to watch, grinning as our little queen shows off her new skills."That's my baby girl!" Connell's voice booms from the garage. He wipes his hands on a rag, that signature goofy grin spreading across his face. "Future road warrior right t

  • Her Biker Bodyguard   ONE YEAR LATER

    DoloresConnell is fixing the fence when I walk up, the sound of hammering mingling with the low hum of engines in the distance. The sun beats down, casting a golden glow over the compound.“Need a hand?” I ask, leaning against the fence post.He glances up, a grin spreading across his face. “Only if you promise not to break any nails.”I roll my eyes and take the hammer from him. “I’m tougher than I look, you know that.”Miles appears, wiping sweat from his brow. “What’s this? The queen herself getting her hands dirty?”I give him a playful shove. “Just trying to keep you boys in line.”Vincent walks over, his jeans hanging low on his hips. He’s shirtless, and I can’t help but admire the way his muscles move under his skin. “You’re all here slacking off while I’m doing paperwork.”“You call that paperwork?” Connell teases. “Looked more like a nap to me.”“Shut it,” Vincent says with a smirk. He turns to me, his eyes softening. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I nod. “Just thinking about how far w

  • Her Biker Bodyguard   45

    MilesDolores’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering on each scar and tattoo. Her touch is a gentle fire, igniting every nerve. She reaches the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head. I catch her wrist.“Dolores,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. They’re soft, but determined. “You don’t have to do this, I know that was a lot...”She tilts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I want to. I need you Miles.” She pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside. Her lips follow the path her hands took, leaving a burning trail in their wake.I can’t help but chuckle, though it comes out more like a groan. “Always so damn stubborn.”She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling. “Takes one to know one.” She presses a kiss to my collarbone, then moves to my neck, biting softly.A shiver runs through me as she undoes the button of my jeans. My heart races; this isn’t just physical—it’s more than that.“Dolores,” I say again, my voice barely above a whisper.She pauses and looks u

  • Her Biker Bodyguard   44

    ConnellWatching Dolores finish Vincent off has me harder than I've ever been in my entire fucking life. The way she moves, the sounds she makes—damn near hypnotic. Vincent leans back in the chair, already stroking himself again, like he can't get enough. I can relate."Connell," Dolores calls, her voice like a velvet rope pulling me in. She lays back on the bed, legs spread wide, inviting. It's a sight that'll be etched in my mind forever.I peel off my clothes, each piece feeling heavier than it should. "You sure you want me next?" I tease, trying to keep things light despite the fire burning in my veins."Quit stalling," she smirks, her eyes flicking down to my growing hardness. "Or I'll start without you."Miles's standing at the head of the bed, biting his hand like he’s trying to keep from losing it. Poor guy looks like he's about to combust."Don’t worry, Miles," I say as I kick off my jeans. "You’ll get your turn."He grunts but doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to Dolores.

  • Her Biker Bodyguard   43

    DoloresI must be hearing things. Vincent really just suggested sharing me with Connell and Miles? My heart pounds, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks. This situation is more surreal than anything I've experienced, even the craziness with the rival gang."I—uh—can I have a minute to think?" My voice trembles slightly as I pull the blanket tighter around me.Miles pipes up, “Of course Dolores.”Connell, ever the joker, breaks the tension. "Man, put some pants on. I can't sit here with you like this."Vincent chuckles, the sound deep and rich. "Fine, fine." He stands, muscles rippling under his skin as he moves to grab his pants. The room feels smaller with all this intensity.I wrap myself tighter in the blanket and head towards the bathroom. The door closes behind me with a soft click, and I lean against it, trying to steady my breathing.My reflection stares back at me from the mirror. Hazel eyes wide, cheeks flushed. This isn't a decision I ever thought I'd have to make. How did my

  • Her Biker Bodyguard   42

    Miles"I'm sorry," Dolores whispers, trying to get off his lap. Vincent’s grip tightens around her waist."Hush," he commands softly, and she obeys, staying still.I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at Vincent. "Watch your tone with her."Vincent’s eyes meet mine, hard and unyielding. "Miles, calm down.""Calm down?" I scoff, shaking my head. "Yeah, right.""Connell," Vincent says, voice steady as ever, "grab a blanket for Dolores."Connell hesitates but then nods, scurrying out of the room like he’s been given a reprieve. I take a step closer to Vincent and Dolores."She doesn’t need you treating her like some⁠—""Miles," Vincent interrupts me, voice low but firm. "This isn’t the time for your tantrum."Dolores shifts slightly, looking up at me with those hazel eyes that always seem to see right through my bullshit. “Miles...”I can’t watch this shit. I turn on my heel, my fists clenching at my sides.“Where do you think you’re going?” Vincent’s voice cuts through the tension lik

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