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

by J. A. Collard

  He starts to cough as he attempts to get his breathing back to normal.

  “You’ve got two seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re here before I let my two boys have you.”

  He looks over to Hawke and Blaze and puts his hands up to me in a plea.

  “Okay, okay. Your father promised me a great time and said I could get it from here, said I would be taken care of by your woman.”

  I let go of his neck and tower above him. “Is that so? And what makes you think he’s the one running things around here?” I sneer while gripping his shirt in my fist. When I was in the pen, I had a lot of time to train. I’m stronger than most men and about three times larger than this fucker here. The guy looks like he's going to shit his pants. He’s turned pale now, scared shitless.

  “Sorry, man, my mistake. It won’t happen again. Please let me go, and I won’t bother you again.”

  I get up close to this shithead and glare at him straight in the eyes. “That’s right, asshole. Now get the fuck out of my bar, or I’m gonna let these two men of mine fix you up real good.”

  I push him toward Hawke and Blaze, who are only too happy to take care of him.

  “Hawke, Blaze, please escort this motherfucker out of my bar.”

  Chapter Six

  Jasmine

  “Get your butt in the shower. You’re coming out with us tonight. I don’t want to hear any of your excuses.”

  After Tristan comes over with takeout, we indulge in a few glasses of wine. Tristan and Luisa both think it will be great if we head out to the local bar for some dancing to let loose and get drunk. I’m not in the mood. I had an early start, am tired, but they’re persistent. I slap Luisa’s hand away and say, “Okay, okay, I’ll have a shower, you bossy thing. Geez, this is not fair. I’m being bullied into this.”

  Heading toward the bathroom, I hear Luisa yell, “I don’t care, Jazz. You’re coming out with us even if we have to drag your ass there.”

  After my shower and another hour of Luisa’s pampering, I glance at myself in my full-length mirror. I can’t believe the transformation. I barely recognized myself. The girl sure has talent. Luisa dressed me in a short denim skirt and a white, off-the-shoulder top. I’m wearing heels that make my legs look longer than they are. I have to admit, I look good, and feel good too. She curled my long hair and lightly applied makeup with a touch of gloss on my lips, just the way I like it. I’m still buzzing a little from all the wine I drank with dinner.

  Thirty minutes later, we’re in a cab on our way to our favorite bar, Rubix. It’s a great place to hang out, especially when you just need to let loose, and I’m having one of those nights.

  We enter Rubix, and I yell over the music to Tristan and Luisa. “Wow! Rubix is busy for a Tuesday night. Looks like it’s going to be a crowded one.” As we make our way over to the bar, I hear my favorite song, “You Can Do It” by Ice Cube, playing. Grabbing Luisa’s hand, I boogie my way to the dance floor. Tristan yells out he’s going to order us some drinks, and I give him a thumbs up. After our song ends, I’m all sweaty and in desperate need of a cold drink.

  “Thanks, guys, for pushing me into coming out tonight. I needed it,” I admit once I reach the bar.

  Luisa ties her hair up and sighs. “See, I told you that you’d have a great time. You need to get out more often, Jazz.”

  I notice Tristan ordered me a Corona, and I thank him as I take a huge gulp. “That’s good,” I shout, wiping the excess beer from my lip.

  Hearing a commotion coming from the corner of the bar, Tristan turns around and utters, “Holy shit, that’s one hot biker, if I do say so myself.”

  I start giggling as Tristan fans himself with a napkin. Luisa is staring in the same direction, her mouth hanging open in an O.

  “Fuck, guys, he’s not just hot. He’s crazy hot.”

  I haven’t seen Luisa interested in a guy since Russell, so I turn to see who’s caught both their attention. I squint to try and get a clearer picture. I notice two men in biker vests dragging some guy out of the bar. As I turn back around, I notice there’s another biker talking to what seems to be the manager. The manager hands him a beer and thanks him. At first, I don’t recognize him since the bar is dark and smoky, but then the biker takes a swig of his beer and turns around, looking out into the crowd. My heart suddenly stops, and my mouth goes dry as his eyes lock on mine.

  “Oh my God, that hot biker is Quill. What are the chances of running into him twice in one day?”

  Luisa surprises me by turning me around to face her. “What do you mean ‘twice in one day,’ Jasmine? Do you know him?”

  Focusing on Luisa’s curious eyes, I explain. “I don’t exactly know him, but I bumped into him at the Royal Vista Hotel this morning. He’s Mr. Owen’s son. I ran into him when I was there this morning.”

  “Oh my God, Jazz, and you didn’t tell me?”

  “I didn’t think it was a big deal. Geez.”

  She shakes me. “Not a big deal! Have you seen the way he’s checking you out? He wants you!”

  I glance over to look at him and, sure enough, his eyes are roaming my body from head to toe. He smiles at me when he notices I’ve caught him in the act. I note that he’s still wearing his low-cut, light blue, ripped jeans that sit perfectly on his hips in the sexiest way. I squeeze my thighs together to control the sexual tension that he created in my core. I may have been hot and sweaty from dancing, but I suddenly feel goose bumps all over my body. Quickly, I turn away and grab Luisa’s hand to drag her out of the bar.

  Pulling me back and causing me to come to a halt, she says, “Wait up, Jasmine. Where are we going?”

  “I can’t be here, Luisa. We have to leave.”

  “Jasmine, are you crazy? You can’t leave now! We only just got here. We’re here to have a good time. Now finish your beer and let’s get dancing.”

  Downing the rest of my beer, I immediately feel the effects of it. Four glasses of wine and one beer later, and I’m a little lightheaded. Luisa ushers me to the dance floor when “Pony” starts playing, so I signal Tristan to join us. Before I know it, I’m humping and grinding with Tristan to the song; Quill is all but forgotten.

  Tristan steps behind me, so my back is to his front and grabs my hips while I rub my butt against him. I realize Luisa is nowhere in sight. Looking around, I finally spot her dancing with one of the biker men from earlier, and he has his hands on her ass. She doesn’t look as if it’s bothering her, so I let it be. Sliding his hands up my thighs, Tristan trails my body and grabs hold of my waist. These are not the moves of a gay man, but I know he doesn’t mean anything by it. Suddenly, a tingle races all the way down my spine, and I feel his gaze on me. I look up and find a pair of icy blue eyes glaring back at me.

  Is he angry at me? But why?

  Quill slams his bottle down on the bar and heads toward me with a dangerous look on his face. Oh God, please don’t come over. I turn towards Tristan, continuing to dance and ignoring the panicky feeling that’s building inside of me. Heat seeps into my back and I’m forcefully turned around by a strong hand. My head snaps up and I catch my breath when I discover how close Quill is to me. His jaw clenches and his hold on my arms tighten. I stare straight into startling blue eyes that are seething with anger.

  “You need to come with me,” Quill demands.

  “Excuse me? I don’t have to go anywhere with you.”

  “Oh yes, you do, babe. You and I need to talk.”

  Tristan steps between us and puts his hand on Quill’s chest to push him back, but Quill doesn’t move an inch.

  “Hey, what’s going on here?” Tristan asks as he stands up to Quill, but he’s no match for him. Quill is at least a foot taller. “Jasmine, are you okay?” He turns to face me and cups my cheek.

  “You have two seconds to get your fucking hands off her.”

  Tristan is taken aback by the comment and glances back at him to see if he’s serious. Quill’s face is so intimidating that Tristan instantly move
s his hand away from me.

  “Listen, man, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to leave her alone.”

  Quill grunts in frustration and gets up close to Tristan. “My problem is with you and your fucking hands all over my woman.”

  I frown at Quill, and then try to calm Tristan down as I place my hand on his chest and say, “Just give me a minute, Tristan. I won’t be long. I’ll be right back.” Turning around to face Quill, I sneer at him. “Shall we?”

  He’s still angry as he grabs hold of my hand and leads me off the dance floor and behind the bar. I can feel the roughness of his hand and know he could hurt me without too much effort. Should I be scared? For some reason, I’m not frightened of Quill. If anything, I’m turned on by his alpha personality. We come to a halt as he uses his other hand to dig out a key.

  Wait, why does he have a key to this place? Does he have some agreement with the manager to allow him to bring women back here?

  Well, I don’t know what he has in mind, but I’m not going to be just another notch on his belt, even if he is sexy as hell.

  Quill switches the light on and holds the door open for me. As soon as I walk in, I’m thrown up against the wall and hear a loud bang as he reaches over and slams the door shut. His body cages me in as his hands grip mine above my head.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I yell, trying to break free from his hold.

  His voice is stern when he replies, “You don’t get to dress like that and be up close to another man. Do you hear me?”

  Um, what the hell is he talking about?

  I’m at a loss for words as his face travels to my neck and he places open-mouthed kisses from my jawbone to the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder. “Fuck, you smell good,” he groans. “Just like peaches and vanilla.”

  His hard body presses up against mine, and I gasp as he bites down on my earlobe. I’m switched back to reality when he looks deep into my eyes with longing.

  I can smell the slight scent of his cologne as I take a deep breath to steady my racing heart. He releases my hands, and I try to push him off me, but it’s no use. He’s too strong.

  “Tell me you understand, babe,” he says, resting his forehead to mine.

  I lean my head back against the wall and reply, “Wait a minute. Who are you to tell me what I can wear and who I can dance with?”

  Quill grabs my face so I’m forced to look at him. “I’m the one giving orders. That’s who I am, and right now, I’m saying what you can and can’t do. And wearing that in public is a big fucking ‘no’ for me. And you sure as hell won’t be dancing like that with any man, you got that?”

  His face is so close that his nose is only inches away from mine. I try to slap him across his face, but he grabs hold of my hand before I make the connection. He then binds my hands above my head again, and I’m fuming on the inside. But his scent lingers between us like an aphrodisiac.

  Stop it, Jasmine. He’s the enemy. I lick my dry lips and notice how his eyes follow my tongue.

  Then he looks back up to me and says, “Listen up, babe. You are mine and only mine. This thing between us is happening whether you like it or not.”

  I’m taken aback by his words. My cheeks burn as my temper rises.

  “Excuse me?” My words are seized as Quill places his finger over my lips, cutting me off.

  “Just listen to me,” he pleads. “I know you feel it too. When we met this morning, we made a connection. Stop denying it. Now, you and I are going to be spending some time together, and until then, you’re not going to dress like that in public and out with other men, you got me?”

  I’m shocked, completely stunned. I mean, here is this hot biker telling me I’m his and that I can’t dress a certain way. I’m not used to this alpha maleness. I mean, yes, I do feel this deep connection to him, and well, my body is definitely on board. Even now, standing like this with my breasts flush against his chest is enough for me to feel the bond. My panties are wet and my nipples are hardening from being this close to him. But I can’t let him know he affects me this way, even though I know I affect him as well. I can feel the evidence of his desire on my thigh.

  I struggle against him, but it’s no use. All my efforts are for nothing, because I don’t stand a chance against him, and honestly, I’m not sure I want to break free. “You must have me confused with someone else,” I deny, but ruin the effect by whimpering as he trails his hand down my neck to my breast.

  “Not confused, babe. I want you in my bed and on my bike. I want to fuck you until you’re screaming out my name. I want you on top of me, under me, begging me for more. And the following day, I want you so sore that you won’t ever forget who was between your legs.”

  Oh my God, his words are orgasmic. I’m putty in his hands. No one has ever spoken to me like this, and my body is responding. I draw in a deep breath and feel all flushed. Then he does the unexpected; he kisses me, softly at first with just the brush of his smooth lips against mine. He sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles at it. A whimper tears from my lips as his hand moves to cup my right breast while his other hand still holds me captive. His tongue then licks the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I open for him, and he delves into my mouth, stroking my tongue with his. A chill races all the way down to my toes as his kiss becomes urgent.

  Moving his hands, he grabs me behind the neck, ensuring I’m held captive to his kiss. I can’t help but moan as he initiates a dance with his tongue. I’ve never been kissed like this before; this is ‘the’ kiss, the one you only read about in books.

  His tongue explores me everywhere. He leaves my mouth and moves his experienced lips to my cheek, then to my jawbone and up to my earlobe, where he sucks it into his mouth. Trailing hot, open-mouth kisses down my neck, he reaches the top of my breasts where my low-cut top reveals my cleavage. Finding my nipple, he sucks it into his mouth through my shirt and bra. I’m panting now and feel the pull all the way to my core. “Quill, please,” I beg.

  His mouth comes back to mine and he groans. “Say my name again. I want to feel it on your lips.” He tortures me again with his expert mouth, kissing me and sucking on my tongue. “Say it, Jasmine. Say my name.”

  “Quill! Quill!” I’m in a trance. I don’t recognize my own voice; it comes out like a plea. Quill then shifts on to my other breast with the same intensity as before. I don’t know if I can take this much longer. A grumbling noise comes from his throat; it vibrates through me, turning me on even more. I’m going to scream if he doesn’t stop this torture soon. He headsback up to my neck, sucking, tasting, licking,as if he’s worshiping my body.

  “Who do you belong to, Jasmine?” I hear him say as he reaches the base of my throat. His lips crash down onto mine and he rubs his pelvis against my core. I gasp at the friction he’s creating. “Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You, Quill. I belong to you.”

  That’s his undoing. His hands are everywhere, in my hair, squeezing my breasts, and then they’re under my skirt, gripping my butt cheeks. He runs his index finger through my lace panties to the center of my pussy, making a sound of approval as he feels the effect he’s having on me. “You’re so fucking hot, Jasmine. Your body was meant for me. The way it responds to my touch tells me it will be heaven when I’m inside of you.”

  I grab his face and smash my lips to his, letting him know how turned-on I am. I rotate my pelvis on his finger, hoping to get some release. I hear him chuckle, and then he grips me tighter, steadying my hips. His hand slides inside my panties and, with one pull, rips them off. His finger glides into my opening and drags my wetness to my clit. It throbs with need.

  “Yes!” I whisper as he enters me using two fingers, and I’m lost.

  “Fuck, Jasmine, you feel so good, so warm and tight. I need to taste you. I wonder if you taste as good as how you feel.”

  My taste? Surely he doesn’t mean taste me down there with his mouth? Nic never went down on me; he always wanted oral sex from me but ne
ver returned the favor. Quill pumps his fingers inside me, hitting the most delicious spot. I can’t help but yell, “Oh my God, Quill, I think I’m going to come. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

  “Not now, babe. I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste you when you’re coming.”

  Oh my God, this man is too much.

  His words alone nearly bring me to orgasm. His mouth leaves mine so he can look at me. “Can I taste you, Jasmine?” Blue eyes stare into my emerald green as I nod in agreement. He flashes a wolfish smile. “That’s my girl.” His hand slide from my body, and I freeze on the spot when he sucks on his finger. “Mmmm, you taste so good.”

  I can’t believe he just did that!

  Quill kneels in front of me and places one of my legs over his shoulder, while the other one supports my quivering body. My skirt rolls up above my waist, exposing me fully to him. I feel a little self-conscious, especially while he’s focused on such an intimate part of my body. But that feeling is soon replaced with desire when I hear him whisper, “You’re so fucking perfect, babe. Look at you, so pink and swollen for me.”

  Thank God I got myself waxed last week. I always make sure I’m well-maintained down there. His hot mouth trails kisses on the inside of my thigh and lingers just above my pubic bone. It then moves closer to my center, and he breathes me in. “Fucking perfect,” I hear him say. His tongue licks me through my folds and I’m lost. I’ve never experienced such exquisite pleasure before. I whimper as Quill licks me again while placing my other leg over his shoulder. His hands slide up my thighs and grip my ass, supporting me against the wall. “Relax, babe, just feel me.”

  My head thrashes from side to side as he repeats the same torture by kissing my other thigh. His tongue is rough and the sensation causes me to get even wetter. Quill laps it all up with his tongue, and my breathing becomes heavy. My heart beats so loud that I’m sure he can hear it. He watches me through hooded eyes as I come undone. I arch myself off the wall as his finger enter me while his tongue circles my clit.