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

by J. A. Collard

  I gasp as his finger enters me and he hooks it up, hitting my G-spot. His crotch rubs up against my ass, and I moan as I reach behind me to rub my hand over Quill’s arousal. His chest shakes and I realize he’s laughing.

  “Told you that I’d use your body against you, and if you ever fucking leave me again, I won’t be so nice. Your ass will be red raw.”

  “Quill!” I pant as his finger becomes more urgent. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

  I can feel my orgasm within reaching distance, and just when I’m about to come, Quill withdraws from me and turns me around to face him.

  I groan out my frustrations when I see Quill smirk at me, obviously proud of himself.

  My knees tremble and my clit is throbbing with need.

  His finger moves to his mouth, and I get even wetter when I see him suck on it.

  “Fuck, you taste good.”

  “Quill, please!” I beg, not recognizing the urgency in my voice.

  His large arms wrap around my waist, and he asks, “What, babe? What is it you want?”

  “Quill, don’t make me say it,” I plead, focusing on his mouth and how badly I want his lips on me.

  “I’m not gonna give you what you want until you’re fucking begging me. You got me?” he replies as his head leans down and he sucks my waiting and erect nipple through my tee. “Tell me, Jasmine. Tell me you want me,” he demands, groaning when he soaks my T-shirt and bites down on my nipple. I’m not wearing a bra; I didn’t think I was going to have any company today, but now I wish that I had.

  A moan escapes my lips as he moves to my other breast, repeating the same torment.

  “Quill, please.” I look down, and just the sight of him sucking on my nipple has me close to orgasm.

  “Tell me,” he demands.

  “Fuck me, Quill. I want you so much it hurts,” I admit. I hear his grunt of approval, and before I know it, he’s lifting me up in his arms and kissing me like a man starved. He ends the kiss when he reaches my door.

  I squeal when we enter my room, and he throws me down on the bed. I glance up at him and start to feel annoyed as he’s taking his sweet-ass time as he rubs his jaw, contemplating what he’s going to do to me.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Quill

  This woman is going to be the death of me. Here she is lying on her bed in need, practically begging me to fuck her, when for the last week I was going out of my fucking mind.

  When I got that call from Bear to say all’s well with Jasmine and he sent her home in a cab, I went apeshit on his ass. My boys and I had just had a meeting to discuss our plan on how we were going to handle the Gypsy Brothers after Gunner had found their location and we were just on our way down there to settle this once and for all. But then I get the call from Bear, and that’s when I realized how much I actually felt for this woman. Fucking Jess, causing problems between Jasmine and me. I’d wanted to forget all about getting retaliation for the drugs and ride back home as fast as I could to see Jasmine, but Hawke assured me she was fine after he had spoken to Luisa. But I was pissed at Jasmine for lying to my boys and leaving without a word. She wouldn’t even answer my fucking calls. She could have at least given me that courtesy, but oh no, she was fucking stubborn and believed everything Jess had said. I haven’t even gone back to the club. I rode straight to her apartment with nothing but Jasmine on my mind. I’d planned to have it out with her, but when I saw her standing there in her fucking tight-ass pants and her nipples barely showing through her T-shirt, all other thoughts but fucking her into submission were gone.

  So here I am now, thinking with my cock and ready to claim her as mine forever. I inhale as I try to steady my arousal. The vision of her before me, squirming with need, has me close to shooting my load. It’s been too fucking long since I was balls deep inside her, and the way her eyes are flooded with her arousal makes me feel like a king, knowing I’m the one giving it to her.

  I unconsciously glance around her feminine room and notice tablets on her side table. I move toward them and ask, “You all right, babe?” I hold up the pill bottle and show them to her.

  Her eyes move from lingering on my ass to searching my eyes. Her eyebrows narrow, focusing on what I have in my hand. “Oh those,” she replies. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a cold that turned into a chest infection so the doctor prescribed some medication.”

  I drop them back on the table and then turn toward her and sit on the edge of the bed. I run my fingers through her long, silky, brown hair, which is damp from her shower. I lean in and smell her scent; she always smells of peaches and vanilla. Fuck, I love her scent.

  As I kiss her full lips, she moans. My tongue seeks hers, and I suck on it. I pull back and hold her face in my hands to ensure I have her full attention.

  “Babe, whatever Jess said to you was bullshit. I don’t want her. I want you. Fuck!” I say, pulling back and running my hands through my hair, uncomfortable having to spill my feelings. “I haven’t touched her since I had you that night at Rubix, and I don’t want to touch her. How many times do I need to say this to get it through your thick skull? What can I do to prove that all I want is you?”

  She reaches up and puts her finger over my mouth to quiet me. “You hurt me, Quill, I won’t lie to you and pretend I’m okay because I’m not. She said things to me that cut me deep and made me realize that maybe I’m not right for you.”

  She removes her finger from my lips and looks down at her lap and sniffles. Is she fucking crying?

  “Oh no, you fucking don’t,” I respond and grab her chin between my thumb and finger, bringing her eyes back to mine. “I’m not letting that bitch come between us. You say you’re not right for me? Well, let me tell you something. I’ve never felt like this about any woman before and I sure as fuck am not letting you go,” I state. Her bottom lip wobbles and I quickly kiss her before I give her a chance to cry. Her hands cup my face and I pull back so I can look deep into her green eyes. Fuck she’s beautiful. My dick is so hard it hurts. She sits up on her bed and kisses me. Her tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I allow her entrance. She tastes so good; my dick twitches against my jeans. My hands reach for the hem of her top, and I remove it in one swift pull. I unclasp her bra and throw it to the floor as I waste no time sucking on her erect nipples. I suck one into my mouth and pinch her other with my fingers. Her hands clutch onto the back of my head, holding me close to her chest. I can feel her body quiver beneath my tongue, and I have to hold back the urge to push her down on the bed and plow into her.

  I groan as her hands rub my cock through my jeans and she unzips them. Before I can get up to remove them, she pumps my cock. “Fuck, babe, I’m not gonna last if you do that.” I groan and then shift her hand away before I blow my load.

  I get up from the bed and take off my cut and shirt before kicking off my boots and jeans and kneeling on the bed between her open legs. She immediately gets up off the bed and faces me, then kisses my neck and chest, sucking on my pecs. As much as I love her worshiping my body, I’m too turned-on for her to torture me further. I need to be inside her, now! I push against her torso and lay her flat on her back. I hook my fingers in the side of her pants and pull them down along with her panties before throwing them onto the floor beside my unwanted clothes. Then I rest my head between her legs, dying for a taste of her. Lifting first one leg over my shoulder and then the other, I open her up to my waiting mouth. She gasps as I lick her from her entrance to her clit, lapping up all her juices as I fuck her with my tongue. I know she’s getting close as her legs tighten around my head and she starts jerking her hips forward.

  “That’s it, babe, ride my tongue,” I command against her pussy, and I feel her spasm as I suck her into my mouth, pulling on her clit with my teeth. She comes hard as her back arches off the bed as she rides out her orgasm, screaming out my name. As I go to kiss her, I hit something on her bed and hear music playing. The song “It Will Rain” by Bruno Mars, surrounds the room and her hand rush
es to switch it off, but I ask her to leave it on, not minding the music.

  She smiles at me and I crawl up her body and kiss her hard, like my life depends on it.

  “I want you on your stomach, now,” I command, as I kiss her neck.

  She obliges and flips over instantly. I move her hair to the side and trail kisses down her neck and then make my way down her perfectly smooth back. My large hands palm her toned ass cheeks, and without hesitation, I spread them open, wanting to lick her there. I notice her arousal covering her pussy, so I start there. Her gasps are music to my ears as my tongue makes its way from her pussy to her ass opening. I rotate my tongue around her entrance and feel her tense at the unknown invasion, but I ignore it and raise her hips even higher so I can lick her out. Fuck, she has a nice ass.

  My cock hardens even more if that’s even possible, and I know she’s enjoying my attention as I look up and find her hands grasping the sheets on either side of her. I smile when she pushes her ass further into my waiting mouth and moans.

  “I want this, Jasmine,” I say, as I push my pinky into her ass, “but first I want your pussy.”

  And with one swift thrust, I push my way inside her drenched walls and moan when I’m balls deep inside of her, loving how wet she is for me.

  “So fucking wet, babe. Does my baby like me playing with her ass?”

  She doesn’t respond with her words; she doesn’t need to. Her moan is all I need to know that, just maybe, my girl likes it dirty.

  I grip her hips as I thrust in and out of her, my fingers leaving a mark on her beautiful skin. I can see my cock coated with her arousal when I focus on our connection. Leaning forward, I lick up her spine and my hands cover her full tits. God, I love these tits. I pinch each nipple as I bite down on her shoulder and then lick my bite mark as I continue to thrust hard.

  “Quill! I’m gonna come,” she pants, holding onto the headboard as I pick up the pace, jack hammering into her. Her pussy feels so tight, and I’m so close to shooting my load. Pulling on the back of her hair, I ride her to ecstasy.

  “Give it to me, Jasmine. Come all over my cock.”

  And just like that, I feel her pussy convulsing around me, and she’s screaming my name as she reaches her orgasm. I thrust into her a couple more times, and then I groan out my release, spilling my seed deep inside of her.

  She collapses on the bed and, inch by inch, I withdraw from her. I slide down on the bed next to her and pull her up against me, tucking her head beneath my chin. I hear Jasmine giggling, so I push her onto her back and lean over her.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask curiously.

  “Nothing really,” she states. “I just thought maybe we should fight more often if make-up sex is always like this.”

  I roll on top of her and gaze into her molten green eyes, like velvet ivy. I narrow my eyes at her and say, “No fucking way am I letting you do this shit again. Do you know what I’ve been through since I found out you left? Do you?”

  Her eyes fill with unshed tears, and she reaches up and places her palm on my cheek while smiling apologetically. “Believe me, I wanted to stay, Quill.”

  “Then why the fuck did you leave, Jasmine?” I ask. “I know Jess had something to do with it, but why couldn’t you trust me enough to stay?”

  She turns her head to the side, avoiding my questioning eyes, so I grasp her chin, forcing her to look at me and make her explain. “It’s just, Jess made me so mad, and she told me I didn’t belong at the club. She said you were just using me and it’s only a matter of time until you’re back in her bed.”

  “Yeah well, she’s full of shit. If I were just using you for sex, Jasmine, then I wouldn’t be here now. And I sure as hell wouldn’t be having this conversation with you. Fuck!” I swear, rubbing the back of my neck, not liking this shit I was spilling. I look down and see her vulnerability. “Jasmine, you’re all I want.” I slide my finger down her cheek. “Just you.”

  Her eyebrows rise in surprise. “You do? You want me?”

  “Of course I do. What do you think I was so angry about? I fucking went crazy when I knew you walked out. You’re everything to me,” I confess, realizing how honest I’m being. Is it possible to already love this woman in the short time that I’ve known her?

  She leans up and kisses me lightly on my lips. “You’re everything to me too, Quill.”

  Her arms reach around my waist, and she pulls me into her, kissing me just above my heart. I roll onto my back and settle her on my chest, loving how she feels when she’s close to me. When I hear her soft breathing coming out in even breaths, I know she’s asleep. My heart is aching. Do I love this woman? I don’t know what love is. Sure, I love my mother, but that’s different. This woman is everything to me. In the short time that I’ve known her, she has made me feel things I never thought I would.

  I run my hand down her soft olive-colored skin, and not long after, I fall asleep with her in my arms.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jasmine

  I look at my clock and see that it says it’s 8:30 p.m. My stomach grumbles with hunger, and I feel light strokes on my back.

  “You up, babe?”

  The events of the day come back to me in full force; Quill is here, in my bed. I sink my head into the pillow. I can’t believe I gave in to him so easily. His hard body shifts closer against mine with one arm wrapped around my waist and his knee moves between mine. His hands shift, my hair from my shoulder, and he places warm kisses down my neck to my back before licking back up to my ear where he sucks it into his mouth. Warmth spreads through my body and my core clenches.

  His lips trail down my back and land just above my butt. He grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them. Moans escaped his lips as he licks and pokes his tongue against my back entrance.

  “I want this now, Jasmine.” He ran his finger from my folds to my butt. I’m so turned-on that I don’t care what he does to me, but can I do this? I’m worried it’s going to hurt, but surely Quill wouldn’t do it if he knew it was painful, and I want to please him.

  As if he can sense my hesitation, he whispers, “We’ll take it slow, babe.”

  His fingers move to my clit, and he circles his finger there. I arch my back as the pleasure ignites a fire within me. Loving Quill’s approving growl, I feel myself getting wetter. His other hand tilts my face toward him, and I turn around just in time for him to slide his tongue inside my mouth. His finger enters me as he circles my clit with his thumb.

  “You’re so wet for me, babe.”

  The beginning of an orgasm spreads within me as he glides my wetness from my clit to my butt, circling moisture around it, creating lubricant there. As if something suddenly clicks inside of him, he has me on all fours with my ass up in the air. He nudges my legs apart with his knee, and his cock rubs against my swollen pussy. I throw my head back and gasp for air as he slides his cock through my wet folds. If he doesn’t fuck me right now, I think I’m going to come at his very next touch. My nipples rubbing against my sheets feel so sensitive and every touch makes my toes curl. His cock enters my pussy once and then trails up to my butt where he steadily pushes the tip of his cock inside. I still with fear as I feel pressure and my body steadily opens up for him.

  “Breathe, baby, just breathe,” Quill whispers soothingly.

  I take a deep breath and lift my ass higher. He enters me inch by inch until he’s halfway in. The pain is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I don’t want to disappoint him, so I bite down on my lip, trying to conceal my protests. Quill stops his penetration to let my body adjust to his size, and my body opens up wider for him as I relax.

  “You okay, babe?” he asks. I can hear the strain in his voice as he struggles to hold back. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I glance over my shoulder and find him biting his bottom lip. His muscles are straining and veins are evident down his neck. He wants this, and I want to give it to him.

  “No, its fine,” I breathe out. “Keep going before
I change my mind.” I grip the sheets on either side of me and hold on for dear life.

  He continues to inch slowly inside me, and my body struggles to adjust to his size as he enters me fully. It isn’t as bad as what I thought. There is some pain, but it’s slowly being replaced by pleasure. I forget all about the pain when he reaches around and zeroes in on my clit.

  “Oh God. Oh God, this is too much,” I pant. “I’m so full of you, Quill. Take me. Take all of me.”

  My words are obviously the green light he was waiting for, and he begins thrusting into me. Slowly at first, but then after just a couple of thrusts, he begins to plow into me, causing the bed to squeak under our bodies. My head smashes against the headboard as he continues to penetrate deep inside of me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jasmine, and you’re mine. You got me? You’re mine,” he declares while grinding his teeth as he thrusts yet again. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again! This here,” he says, slapping my butt cheek, and I feel blood race to where his hand print was, “this is mine. All of you is mine, and if it’s mine, it never leaves. You got it, babe?”

  “Oh fuck,” I gasp as his words turn me on even more. I must be messed up. Shouldn’t I be angry at the claim he’s making on me? I’m a sick, twisted woman. He thrusts into me again, and I scream out his name as he rotates his pelvis, causing me to fall flat on the bed as the feeling of pleasure becomes too overwhelming. And, God, the animalistic noises coming out of his mouth are an aphrodisiac. Quill’s hand reaches around my waist and he circles his finger around my clit. I’m so turned on already that it’s my undoing. I come so hard, I feel my wetness trail down the insides of my thighs.