Tame Me (Book #1 in the Blood Brothers MC Series) Read online

  And with that, I’m shimmied out of his office with a slam of the door behind me. I stand there for a moment in thought, and then a wide smile escapes my lips. We’re going to be okay. Only this morning I was trying to figure out how I was going to pay the next bill, and voila, here I am being offered some extra work.

  Following my conversation with Chrissie, I head back to my van with a pile of notes. I sit in my seat and study the invitation. Chrissie made it clear that I’m expected to attend the charity dinner. I trace my fingers over the glossy ink and sigh, remembering a time I would have jumped at an opportunity to attend something so extravagant. Part of me is excited to go, but there’s a bigger part that knows I have nothing to wear and no partner to be my plus one.

  Driving back to my store, I reflect on my meeting with Mr. Owen. Although much older than Quill, I could see the resemblance they share, starting with those piercing blue eyes and chiseled jaws. But there’s something that causes uneasiness within me when I’m in Mr. Owen’s presence, something that I can’t put my finger on. His son, however, creates a desire in me that has me craving more. My body came to life with just one glance from him. He didn’t need to speak; his eyes alone made it clear he wants me, and I sure as hell want him.

  What am I thinking? I’ve only just met the man. Come on, Jasmine! You just got out of a painful marriage; you’re not going there again! No sir, no man is going to get to me, certainly not a bad boy biker who looks like he is ready to eat me alive. No! I’m just going to have to forget him.

  I walk into Je t’aime and catch sight of Luisa struggling to balance two vases of flowers while holding the refrigerator door open. Her head snaps up at the sound of the chime, and she smiles when she notices it’s me.

  “How did it go at the hotel today? You were gone a while.”

  “Here, I’ll help you.” I race over to hold the refrigerator door. When we’re done, I turn to her with a grin. “It went great. Really great actually. They have a new hotel manager by the name of Mr. Owen.” Luisa looks up and pushes her cute glasses further onto her nose.

  “Oh, that’s right, Bill mentioned a new owner. Did you get to meet him?”

  “I sure did, Lu. Thanks for the heads up by the way.” I cross my arms over my chest to emphasize my irritation. Lu reaches out, gently grabbing my hand.

  “I’m sorry, Jazz. You’ve just been so busy with your divorce, and I didn’t want you to have the extra stress on your shoulders, especially if we were going to lose one of our top clients.”

  I feel guilty for my passive-aggressive comment. Luisa has helped me through this tough time, and I have no right to be upset with her. “No, you’re right. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I’m sorry, Lu.” I embrace her in a quick hug and pull back, smiling down at her.

  “I have some good news, though.”

  “Well, come on, Jazz, spit it out.” She looks up at me with excitement.

  “Mr. Owen requested for Je t’aime to organize the floral arrangements for a charity dinner they’re hosting at the hotel this Friday night.”

  Luisa squeals as she jumps up and down. “Oh my God, that’s fantastic news. What charity is it for?”

  “I don’t know exactly,” I say, shrugging it off. “Chrissie, his PA, said it had something to do with raising money for the homeless on our streets.” I turn to look at the log book on our counter to see if there’s anything urgent I need to do. Nope, looks like Luisa has it handled.

  “Oh, by the way,” I say to Luisa, causing her to stop in her tracks, “I’ve been invited to attend the charity event, and it says I can bring along a plus-one. It’s a black tie event too, wanna come?” I ask, clapping my hands.

  Luisa scrunches her nose at me. “Thanks, but no thanks. It would just be too weird. You should take a date. You definitely need a man by your side for an event this flashy.”

  I let out a groan. “That’s the thing, Lu. I don’t know any males besides Tristan, who is gay by the way!”

  “Tristan would love to go with you. He would do anything to get dressed up and enjoy a night of mingling.” Lu says while she puts some ribbon together on a floral arrangement she’s working on.

  Tristan lives in the same apartment complex as Luisa and me. He’s practically our neighbor. He offered to help me the day I moved in when he caught sight of me carrying all my bags. At first I was hesitant to accept, but Tristan insisted. He may be gay, but women didn’t care. They were drawn to him with those good looks, blond hair, and brown eyes. He has a solid build like an athlete, but he isn’t my type, and even if he was, I’m not his that’s for sure. I’ve been out with Tristan a few times and enjoy the way women throw themselves at him, only to have him explain how he bats for the other team.

  “Do you think he would go with me?” I ask, leaning on the desk to face her.

  “Are you nuts? Of course he would go with you. Why don’t you ask him tonight? He’s stopping by to bring some takeout. You can ask him then.”

  I bite down on my bottom lip, considering my options. “Oh, why not? Okay, sure, I’ll ask him tonight. What do I have to lose anyway?”

  “Exactly,” Lu agrees.

  I need to get organized for a sizable delivery we have planned for tomorrow. I head back to my office and turn on my computer, but my mind wanders back to blue eyes, dark hair, and full luscious lips. I shake my head, realizing that the biker has stolen my attention again. I didn’t tell Luisa about my run-in with him this morning. I need to get him out of my mind. The problem is, my thoughts keep drifting back to what happened, recalling how hot he looked when he took his helmet off and ran his hands through his hair. How he smiled at me with that panty-dropping grin, revealing straight, white teeth. Could he be any hotter? He’s not your average hotness but model-looking hot. Oh boy, there I go again. Geez, Jazz, get it together.

  Chapter Five

  Quill

  “Well, boys, sorry to ruin your drinking fest, but we need to wear a tux to this shindig for my old man this Friday night.” I sit next to my boys on a free barstool at our clubhouse. Blaze and Hawke groan and slam their bottles on the bar. I know how much they hate having to help my old man out, especially when it involves them getting dressed up and wearing a tux. Daisy, our bartender and one of our long-time club whores, hands me a beer.

  “Anything else you need, Prez?” she breathes, leaning over to make sure I get a good glimpse of her tits.

  “No thanks, darlin. I’m good.”

  Blaze and Hawke both chuckle and shake their heads. When Daisy goes into the kitchen, Hawke asks, “Prez, when are you going to tap that? You know we’ve all had a go at her, and she gives the best head.”

  “That’s precisely the problem, boys. Why would I want your leftovers?” I say, grinning.

  What I don’t tell them is Daisy just doesn’t do it for me. When I get laid, Jess is the one who warms my bed. Jess is another club whore. Most club whores are all the same; they’re ours for the taking, and it doesn’t matter to them whose cock they’re riding. All that matters is they can party with us and get to have sex with a biker. I don’t give a fuck. If they want to be here to please my boys, then so be it.

  I’ve known Jess for a while; she’d been coming to our clubhouse when I was just a prospect. Her old man was a member of the Blood Brothers until he died from a heart attack. Out of respect for him, we look out for her and offer her hospitality. Out of all the women here, I prefer her. I’ve made it clear to Jess what I want from her. I’m never going to settle down, so I want no surprises. I’m not stupid; I always wear a condom, even when Jess assured me she’s on the pill. I know how manipulative women can be, using pregnancy to trick a brother into making them their old lady. There is no way I’m going bareback with any of the women here.

  Blaze frowns at me like he just remembered something. “Wait, what did you say about wearing some tux? Can’t we just rock up in our motorbike getup? We’d get what we wanted quicker if we did.”

  He has a point, but
unfortunately my old man would not be on board. “Listen, boys, I know I’m asking a lot of you, but if we don’t do this, then we know what the consequences are, right?” They both grunt in understanding. “You know my old man has important people in his back pocket, and I could go back into the pen anytime.” Every time I threaten not to help my old man, he reminds me of how easily he can have me thrown back in.

  Hawke slaps his hand on my shoulder and says, “Whatever you need, brother, we’re here, you know that, right?”

  “Thanks, brother,” I reply, then continue to drink my beer.

  “Now, about that hot piece of ass I saw this morning? I’d like to get my hands on her,” Hawke says, rubbing his jaw in thought. I know exactly who he’s talking about—Jasmine. I glare at him and clench my jaw at the mention of her.

  “Whoa, hold up, Prez. What did I do?” Hawke raises his palms to me as a plea.

  “You just stay away from her. The woman is off limits,” I warn.

  “Okay, Prez, whatever you say.” He doubles over in laughter and then winks at Blaze, who’s also chuckling.

  “What’s so funny, fuckers?” I ask, frowning at them.

  “Nothing, Prez. We just never heard you stand up for a woman before. It’s quite funny actually.”

  I know exactly what they’re talking about; this isn’t me. I haven’t even told them how I went to see Tracker this morning after I returned from the hotel. Tracker is one of my brothers at the club, who has mad skills tracking down people. It wasn’t hard to get her number and address. Thanks to my father confirming her name as Jasmine Marques and her business name on her van, Tracker found her in no time.

  “Well, smile all you want. That girl is not getting anywhere near the two of you,” I state.

  Fuck, I’m starting to get a hard-on just thinking about her. The way she bit down on her full bottom lip when she checked me out made me want to take it into my mouth and suck hard. I know she wanted me. I could kick myself for not taking her then and there on the floor. Maybe if I got to have her once, then I could get her out of my system. But something tells me that, after I’ve had a taste of her, once will never be enough. She has curves in all the right places, her legs looked smooth, and her tits are just perfect; they’ll fit in the palm on my hand with a little extra to spare. I can imagine them bouncing while I pound into her. But there’s something else; those green eyes hold intelligence, but also show a lot of sadness. They tell a story, one that she’s been through a hard time. I have to get her out of my head and calm the fuck down. My hard-on is becoming painful.

  “Hey, baby, are you happy to see me?”

  Jess slides up against me, shifting her hand to my thigh and resting it on my rock-hard cock. With a grin, I cover her hand with mine and whisper in her ear, “If only you knew.”

  “Let me take care of this for you, baby.” Jess licks her lips as she cups my cock, squeezing.

  Why not? I need to get Jasmine out of my head, and Jess is the closest thing to making it happen. I down the rest of my beer and gaze at Hawke and Blaze. “Later, boys.” They both shake their heads and laugh. I rise to my feet with Jess hanging off me. Fuck, she’s eager, so much so I can already smell her arousal.

  As soon as I open the door to my room, she collapses on her knees and starts unbuttoning my jeans. “Whoa, hold up, darlin’,” I say, lifting her face up to me. “Let me get comfortable.”

  She blows her hair out of her face, noticeably impatient to get her mouth around my cock. “Quill, I’m so horny. Let me do this for you. I want to.”

  How can I resist when she puts it like that? Jess is pretty with her long, red hair and green eyes. Those eyes remind me of another set of green eyes, and instantly I get hard again.

  “It seems like someone is craving my attention,” Jess purrs, looking up at me for permission to unzip my jeans.

  “Well, you better sort it out then.”

  She unzips my fly and hooks her fingers into the sides of my jeans. I hear her approval when she realizes I’ve gone commando. My cock springs to life as Jess bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes opening wide in surprise as if she were seeing my cock for the first time. I’m well hung, and most ladies are intimidated by its size, but not Jess, she’s practically drooling.

  “Hello, mister,” she breathes. “Let me please you.”

  I remove my boots, kick my jeans off, and turn around to sit on the edge of the bed. Jess crawls over to me on her hands and knees like she’s on the prowl. Reaching up, she rests her palms on my knees. Keeping her eyes focused on my cock, she says, “I want you so much, Quill. I’m practically soaked for you.”

  She lifts my hand and leads it to her pussy. I can feel the heat coming through her denim as I rub her with my thumb and index finger. Moaning, she sucks my cock into her mouth, beginning at the tip and twirling her tongue around my head like she’s licking a lollypop. She opens wider so she can fit all of me into her throat. I take a deep breath, enjoying the feel of her warmth around me. Jess knows how to give head; that’s one of the reasons I keep her. She’s one of the only chicks who can satisfy me. As Jess sucks me harder, she makes popping noises with her mouth. She licks the underside of my cock, all the while gripping my balls and squeezing.

  Her whimpering steals my attention, and I stare down at her bopping head. She’s pissing me off with all the sound effects. If only she would shut the fuck up, I could keep my focus on getting off. I picture Jasmine on her knees sucking me off with her full lips and imagine how they would feel around my cock. “Oh, yes, that’s right!”

  I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Jess pumps my cock with her hand while sucking me off at the same time. I’m close, oh so close. I feel that slight tingle at the bottom of my spine when I picture Jasmine licking up all my cum. Sure enough, I’m coming hard down Jess’s throat. She moans as she swallows all of me.

  Only after, and I mean only after, she’s sucked me dry, Jess looks up at me with a smile and says, “My turn.” When I see that it isn’t Jasmine in front of me, my cock goes limp. Rubbing my hand down my face, I try to rid myself of her vision.

  “Take off your shorts and lay on your stomach. Now!” Jess instantly complies and slides off her jeans and G-string. She lies face down and raises her ass up in the air. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I haven’t even touched her yet. I yank my shirt over my head and crawl up on the bed. After circling my finger around her opening, I push it inside. Her pussy clenches down on my finger, and I feel her spasm on the spot. Fuck, she’s keen. I pull my finger out and rotate it around her clit. She practically jumps off the bed, squirming and begging. God, I hate when she pleads.

  “Quill, I need you. Please fuck me hard. I need your cock.” I look down at my dick and find it’s gotten hard again. Reaching over to my drawer, I grab a condom and slide it on. Then I kneel behind her and, with no warning, thrust deeply inside her wet walls.

  “Oh, Quill, fuck, you feel so good.”

  Grinding my hips, I thrust in and out of her, causing her to scream out my name. I rotate my pelvis and continue my brutal rhythm of fucking her. Panting now, Jess’s breathing comes out in rapid gasps. Raising her ass up even further, I fill her to the hilt, fucking her like no tomorrow.

  “Fuck, Quill, I’m gonna come!” she screams. I push her head further into the pillow to shut her up. Then I move my hand around her body and pinch her clit.

  “That’s it, Quill. Oh, God, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” My hand comes down on her ass, and that’s her undoing. She comes so hard she practically faints from her orgasm. I continue my hard thrusts and imagine Jasmine on her hands and knees. I grunt with my release before falling flat on my back, trying to get my breathing back to order.

  Fuck! I never came so hard before. The image of Jasmine had me shooting my load in record time. What will it be like when I have the real thing in front of me? This is starting to scare the shit out of me; how can one woman affect me this way? I hate not having control, and I want so d
esperately to control her. I turn my head to Jess and notice she’s drifted off to sleep. I’m about to wake her so she can get the hell out of my room when my phone rings. Shit, where are my jeans? I stumble out of bed and pick my jeans up from the floor. I search the pockets for my phone and answer with “Talk to me.”

  “Hey, Quill, it’s Mike. I’m at Rubix and there’s this guy here causing problems.”

  “What sort of problems? And who the fuck is he?”

  “He’s saying he’s a friend of your dad’s and your dad apparently owes him and is under the assumption that he can have Sophie.”

  Fuck, now what has my old man gotten me into?

  “You did the right thing calling me, brother. Keep him there. I’m leaving now.”

  I pull my clothes back on and head out, leaving Jess sleeping in my bed. Hawke and Blaze are still sitting at the bar and I signal for them to follow me outside.

  “What’s going on, Prez?” Hawke asks once we reach our bikes.

  “We need to head down to Rubix. Mike said there’s some fucker there giving Sophie problems. He’s causing trouble, saying he knows my old man. I need to go and deal with this.”

  “We’re coming with you,” Blaze states, putting his helmet on. We straddle our bikes and head over to Rubix. Rubix is a bar owned by the MC. It isn’t just a biker bar; everyone is welcome. There’s music, a pool table, and most importantly, alcohol.

  We walk into the bar, and I scope the place out, looking for Mike. He notices me from behind the bar and tilts his head, pointing to some douchebag sitting in the corner wearing a tacky suit. He looks like he’s already had a few to drink and is being held down by one of our security guys. I make my way over to them and tap Jase on the shoulder. “Hey, Jase, I’ll take it from here.” Hawke and Blaze stand on either side of the douche, and I grab him by his neck. Leaning in close to his ear, I grumble, “What the fuck are you doing in my bar, harassing my staff?” He covers my hand with his, and I can barely hear what he says as he struggles to breathe. I loosen my hold slightly before I get up in his face and snarl, “What the fuck did you say?”