All Chapters of Her Biker Bodyguard: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

DoloresThe sizzle of bacon fills the kitchen as I whisk eggs in a bowl, adding a dash of cream and fresh herbs. After what all Miles went through last night, I figure the least I can do for him is make him a proper breakfast. The medicine he needs to take shouldn't be done on an empty stomach.He fared well during the night, but I know he was in pain. But he handled it like a fucking champ. I probably would have been okay to get some sleep, but something kept me up, checking over him like a mama hen.Footsteps creak on the stairs behind me, and I turn to greet him. My words catch in my throat.Miles stands in the doorway, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hang loosely on his hips. His dirty blonde hair loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual bun. The bandages I applied last night cover parts of his torso, but they can't hide the defined muscles underneath. Various tattoos peek out between the gauze - nothing excessive like some of the other club members, just elegant li

ConnellI push through the hallway toward our safe room, my boots echoing against the wooden floors. The familiar smell of perfume and cigarettes hits me as I open the door. Inside, five of our usual hangers-on crowd around Dolores, who stands tall despite their circling."Who the hell do you think you are?" A bottle blonde in too-tight faux leather sneers. "Waltzing in here like you own the damn place, like you're better than us.""I don't think anything," Dolores says, crossing her arms. "I know exactly who I am. And I don't owe you whore's a goddamn thing.""Ladies, simmer down, parties over," I interrupt, my voice carrying enough edge to make them jump. "Either show some respect for Dolores or find somewhere else to spend your nights riding dick. Your choice."The blonde opens her mouth, but I cut her off. "And trust me, you won't like the somewhere else."They scatter like roaches, leaving Dolores and me alone. Her hazel eyes search my face, concern etching lines around her mouth

DoloresMiles leads me down a hallway I've never been through before, opening a door near the end. The scent hits me first - leather and motor oil, mixed with something distinctly Dad. My throat tightens."This was his room when he'd stay overnight," Miles says softly. "We cleaned it up, put fresh sheets on, but...""But it's still him," I finish, running my fingers along the dresser. A few old photos are tucked into the mirror frame - me at various ages, always grinning next to Dad on his bike.The bed's been made with what looks like new dark blue bedding, and there's a small vase of wildflowers on the nightstand that seems hilariously out of place in this testosterone-heavy space."The flowers were Connell's idea," Miles says, scratching his neck. "He thought it might make it feel more... you know.""They're nice." I set my bag down, taking in the rest. Dad's old leather jacket still hangs on a hook by the door. His boots are lined up perfectly beneath it, just like he always kept

VincentThe clubhouse dining room falls silent as Dolores descends the stairs. My grip tightens around my beer bottle, watching her float down in that tight red dress that hugs every curve. Those fucking heels add an edge that's purely her - purely James's daughter. The black leather jacket draped over her shoulders is probably his too. She's dressed to fucking kill. She's got something up her sleeve, I just wish I knew what it was."Damn," Snake whispers from two seats down. "Didn't know we had an angel joining us for dinner."I shoot him a look that could freeze hell. "Watch your mouth.""Just appreciating the view, Prez," he mutters, but his eyes stay glued to her.Dolores takes the empty seat next to me, seemingly oblivious to the effect she's having on every man in the room. The candlelight catches the silver rings on her fingers as she reaches for a roll."Hope you boys saved me some food," she says, her voice light. "I've got quite the appetite.""Plenty to go around, darlin',"

DoloresMiles’s fingers trail up my spine, teasing the hem of my shirt. His breath hitches, and he pulls it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a red lace bra. His eyes darken, taking in every inch of exposed skin."Dolores," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "You look like sin incarnate.""Smooth talker," I murmur, smirking as his lips brush over the anatomical heart tattoo on my collarbone.He unhooks my bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away. His mouth follows the lines of the mandala on my sternum, tracing it with gentle kisses."Miles," I gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple. "God, that's... yeah."His teeth graze the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. He sucks and bites gently, making me arch into him."You're beautiful," he says between kisses. "So damn beautiful.""Mmmm, keep going," I manage to say, tangling my fingers in his hair.He chuckles against my skin, but obliges, switching to my other breast. His hands roam my back and sides, pulling me