Todos los capítulos de Her Biker Bodyguard: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Veronica.We pulled up to his cabin, my heart pounding in my chest. He cut the engine and stepped off, pulling me along behind him.“Jaguar,” I said, “hold on.”He stopped and turned toward me, standing on the porch. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, staring down at me.“No,” he said. “I’m sick of waiting. I’m taking what I want, Veronica.”“Jaguar . . .” I said softly. “This has to be a bad idea.”“If it feels bad, you can stop it.” He kissed my neck softly, his lips brushing against my ear. “But I promise, it won’t feel bad.”He crushed his lips against mine, and I felt that incredible rush of emotion and pleasure shoot through my skull. I took a deep breath through my nose as he pulled away, practically kicking his door open.We moved inside, and he slammed it and locked it behind us. I stood looking at him in his kitchen, biting my lip.“Fuck, that dress,” he said. “You look so god damn sexy. I want to see you take it off.”“You want to watch?”“Strip for me. Take it

Veronica.I touched his chest, feeling his strong muscles as I kept working my hips, taking his cock. He fucked me deep, rough, hard, his hands grabbing my hips, slapping my ass.“I love this fucking ass,” he said. “This sweet fucking ass.” He slapped it again and I moaned. “You love getting spanked, you dirty girl. My wife the fucking slut. I love giving you my fucking cock, and you need it.”I moaned as he talked dirty, filthy. “I love this cunt, this soaking-wet cunt. Filling you up, fucking you rough. I want you to take it like you can’t live without my thick cock.”He fucked me hard, deep, whispering into my ear. He bit my lower lip and kissed me, thrusting hard, harder, and I was losing myself.Then he pressed my hips down and up, pulling me off him. I gasped as he slid free. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up, and stood. He pushed me over, putting my knees onto the couch, pressing me over, my ass in the air.“Fuck I love this sweet cunt,” he said, teasing my pussy with his finge

Jaguar.We were lying on our stomachs at the top of a hill. Wrench was looking through a pair of binoculars at the small shack down in the valley below us, less than a football field away.Five minutes ago, we watched the arms dealer, Jimmy Jay, plus his assistant pull up in a truck and carry in a few crates. We waited and watched, tension mounting in the group.“Fucking Snakes,” Thade said. “Late as always.”“They’ll be here,” I said. “They need those guns.”“Yeah,” Spoil grunted, “to make a damn move on us.”I nodded. “Exactly.”Almost as if on cue, we heard the distant roar of motorcycle engines. We watched five Snakes pull down the dirt road, heading toward the truck and the shack.“Ready?” Mason asked.“Fuck yeah,” Thade said, eager from his last taste of action.“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they’re inside.”We watched the Snakes pull up and park. They dismounted and knocked on the shack door. After a brief exchange we couldn’t hear, the five men walked inside.“Come on,” I said.

Jaguar.“What’s your name?”The Snake was tied up to a chair in the armory basement. He was sweating and bleeding, but not fast enough that he was in danger of dying anytime soon.“Chris,” he said.“Okay, Chris.” I sat in a chair across from him. “Tell me what I want to know.” “Why? You’re just going to kill me anyway.”I shook my head. “Maybe not. If you tell me enough, I might just decide to convince our president to use you as a messenger to your club.”He snorted. “Not likely.”“No,” I agreed, “not likely. But there’s a chance.”He looked at me for a second, and I could see that the seeds of doubt had been sown.Back when the Sandcastles were in a full-time war, back in the dark days, interrogations had been something of a specialty of mine. For some reason, I was good at reading people, at figuring out when they were lying and when they weren’t, and at finding pressure points to jab my fingers into.From what I could tell, Chris was a pretty low-ranking Snake, maybe even new to

VeronicaIt roared to life. I grabbed the helmet from its rest on the back seat and popped it onto my head. It smelled like sweat, but that didn’t matter.Taking deep breaths, I slowly backed the bike up.I heard shouting from over near the cabin. Ryan was coming at me, waving his arms.I hit the gas, revving the engine. Slowly, so slowly and gently, I let out the clutch. The bike went into first gear, bucked a bit, and jolted forward.I flew down the dirt road, going way too fast. I quickly got myself under control, slowing down slightly. I made it all the way to the highway before I heard the sound of the other bike coming after me.Once I was on paved road, I opened it up, driving fast. I flew forward as the other bike hit the road behind me and tried to catch up.In that moment, I felt freer than I had in a long, long time.I loved riding on the back of bikes. I was an awful driver, but there was just something about riding that made me feel good. But in that moment, in control, I