by Jessie Cooke
Gabriel: The Wild Ones
(Jokers MC Book 2)
Jessie Cooke
Redline Publishing
About this Book
Edition #1: May 2020
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Contents
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Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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Description
Gabriel Broussard grew up in the swamp, wild and free, fun-loving and accident prone.
At sixteen years old, his life was changed forever when his beloved parents were killed and he was sent to live with his heartbroken grandparents.
Gabe didn't find what he needed there, but he did find it a few miles away, deep in the swamps of New Orleans in a clubhouse full of Jokers.
Gabe's life becomes all about Harley's, parties and women, but when he's shot in an attack on his club, fate will launch him head first towards his first real love, and into the adventure of a lifetime.
Patrice Leboux just met the man of her dreams, and that led to the discovery that her entire life had been a twisted road of lies and deceit.
She would soon come face to face with the man who had given her life, but claims to not know she ever existed.
When the rough, tattooed biker denies remembering her mother as well, Patrice is ready to write him off...that is until she realizes she might just need him, to solve her mother's murder.
Gabe and Patrice are connected by more than their feelings for each other. The infamous president of The New Orleans Jokers will be at the center of their love story whether they like it or not, and once Blackheart is involved, they both better be ready for the ride of their lives.
Prologue
Louisiana, 1995
Kasey moaned loudly. Every fiber of her being was at the mercy of the man kneeling at the end of the bed. All she knew about him was that he was a biker, the leader of a club just outside of New Orleans, and that everyone in the bar that night had either looked at him with respect, lust, or fear in their eyes. Kasey had specifically gone out that night looking for a distraction, and Lord had she found one. The thick Cajun accent had sent a thrill through her body first, even before she turned and looked into a pair of the clearest blue eyes she’d ever seen. She smiled at him and thought about her parents. It was an odd thought, or it would be for anyone other than Kasey. But most of her life centered around them, and Kasey was sure they’d both have an apoplectic fit if they knew she was anywhere near a place filled with what they referred to as “swamp people.” Kasey had grown up in New Orleans, but she’d lived comfortably in a French Colonial home in the lower Mississippi Valley and light years away from the rambunctious, fun-loving, Cajun people she was surrounded by at the bar that night. Kasey had picked that spot on purpose, out of a desire to be completely anonymous, and all she was looking for was to leave completely satisfied.
Kasey had been drawn to the Cajun man as if the muscle and ink of his body were magnets, and everything in hers was made of steel. He’d bought her a drink, but she hadn’t needed any liquid courage that night...she’d known what she wanted, and so far, the gorgeous man had given her much more than she’d bargained for.
“Oh God! Don’t stop! Oh my God, that feels so good!” she said now as she lay on her back in the little bed in a room above the bar. The man didn’t speak, but she felt him smile against her flesh. His beard was rough, and her sensitive skin felt like it was being sanded off...but what he was doing with his tongue was so incredible that she didn’t care. She could live without a little bit of skin...she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to live without what he was doing to her at that moment. He spent more time pleasuring her with his lips, tongue, and teeth than any man ever had...not that there had been that many.
Kasey Cormier was twenty-two years old, and the daughter of a right-wing congressman and a bible-thumping southern belle. Her mother had been the queen of every pageant in the parish as a girl and lived only to be a dutiful wife and mother as a woman. Kasey was raised from the moment she took her first breath to be a lady. She wore frilly dresses and patent leather shoes, white gloves, and big bows in her hair. She stood to the right of her father, and just in front of her mother at every political rally, and the family sat in the front pew every Sunday morning at church. Kasey was a good girl, a dutiful daughter, and not long after her cotillion, presenting her to the world as a lady, she graduated as the valedictorian of her high school class. Her mother and father never talked about where she’d go to college. It was simply assumed she’d follow in her mother’s, aunts’ and grandmothers’ footsteps, on both sides. It was a Cormier, and Gentry, tradition for the ladies in the family to attend Ole Miss, live in the sorority house, and graduate in four years with a degree in the arts. It was something she could use later on in life as she headed up the charitable committees that, besides her husband and children, would become her life. It was assumed she’d meet a good southern boy while attending Ole Miss and by the time she graduated that her Mama would be planning the wedding of the century. Their dream included a nursery within a year after the marriage, and hopefully another not long thereafter. In the end Kasey would be a forty-year-old carbon copy of her mother, and her mother’s mother before her. They had it all worked out as soon as the nurse had laid her in her Mama’s arms...but unfortunately for them, Kasey had dreams of her own.
Kasey didn’t apply to Ole Miss, and she wasn’t looking to get any kind of education in the arts; her dreams were much bigger than that. Unbekn
ownst to her parents, she had applied to Louisiana State University, to the pre-med program. Kasey wanted to be a doctor, and knowing her parents wouldn’t approve, she’d kept it from them as long as she could. It was a week after her high school graduation when she’d gone to her father’s office, armed with the acceptance letter and all the courage she could muster, and brought her parents’ dreams crashing down around them.
Those first few months after were tense. Her mother had cried a lot and her father had tried to bully her into following the path they had mapped out for her even before she was born. It was tough, since she’d never gone against them before, but Kasey stood her ground. She had a trust fund set up for her by her grandfather, who had been a tobacco farmer back in the day, and she told her father if he didn’t want to pay for her college at LSU, she’d use that...and find a roommate and live off campus. They had been completely okay with her moving to Mississippi and living in a sorority house, but the idea of her living in an apartment with one of her young friends, or worse yet, a stranger...that was too much. Her father gave in first, but not because of her original plan. She’d had a back-up plan, one that she hadn’t wanted to use...but they forced her into it. Nobody wants to blackmail their own father, but she didn’t feel like they left her any choice. This was her life, and she was determined to live it on her own terms.
The “blackmail” worked, but of course her relationship with her parents was strained from then on. Trying to get back into their good graces, Kasey brought a young man she’d met home for Sunday dinner. His name was Tom and he was a third-year medical student that had given a lecture in one of her classes. He was a “good southern boy” and just the type that Kasey’s mother would have picked for her herself. Kasey suspected her mother hoped that after dating Tom for a while, Kasey would give up on the career thing and happily settle for someday being Tom’s wife and the mother to his children. Kasey never saw Tom that way however, and when they broke up at the beginning of her sophomore year of college, her mother was the only one who had shed any tears, and another dent was made in their already irreparable relationship.
Kasey’s mother made sure to keep tabs on Tom and let her daughter know that the good southern doctor met and married the daughter of a pastor. Now three years later he was married with two kids and practicing medicine in New Orleans, and Kasey was once again breaking her parents’ hearts with talk of attending medical school in California. Kasey didn’t miss having a boyfriend. Being single had given her much more time for her studies. But since she wasn’t a virgin any longer, she did miss the intimacy. So, for the past two years, she’d done her best to get out of her mother’s sight for one night a month and find a place where she could be completely anonymous while getting her needs met. She never went to the same place twice, and she never used her real name. She wore more makeup than usual and made sure her waist-length, straight-as-a-board hair was tightly curled. Lastly, just in case she ran into someone who had seen one of her father’s rallies on television, she wore brown contact lenses to hide the deep blue of her own. Kasey wanted to live her own life, but there was still that big part of her that didn’t want to break her parents’ hearts; even after everything they’d been through, she still held out hopes that someday they’d think of her as their little girl again. The idea of one of her nights out becoming the topic of conversation over coffee and cinnamon buns on the Cormier front porch sent a shudder down her spine. So far, they hadn’t completely washed their hands of her, but that would absolutely do it.
That night was the first time that she’d ever been to that particular bar. It was a ramshackle-looking place out on the far edge of the city, in a neighborhood that was light years away from her own. The neon sign outside said it was called “Ace’s Place,” and Kasey had been drawn to it not only for its anonymity, but also for the line of Harley Davidsons that wrapped around the small building. Something about the bikers she saw riding through the city on occasion, dressed in their white t-shirts and leather vests, gave her a little thrill that settled down deep in her core. That night she’d worn jeans and boots and a blouse with wide sleeves and a modest neckline. She didn’t want to stand out, but even so, she had turned a lot of heads almost as soon as she walked through the door. It was only when the one they called “Blackheart” took notice of her that she seemed to disappear like a puff of smoke in everyone else’s eyes.
The sexy man pulled his face up at last and with his hot mouth seared into her equally hot skin, he slithered up her body and settled his lips on her own. He’d already coaxed two orgasms from her and her body still shook all over when she tasted herself on his lips. He spent some time kissing her from her lips to her ears and across her neck and letting his hands caress her breasts and then slide down underneath her and grasp one of her cheeks against his rough palm. His kisses and touches turned her blood into liquid heat, but it was when he whispered in her ear that her entire body convulsed.
“Je vais t’emmener au paradis maintenant, mon cherie.” If Kasey remembered her three years of high school French correctly, he was about to take her to heaven. The funny thing was, she felt like he already had.
Kasey watched in awe as Blackheart sat up and sheathed his thick cock with a condom he seemed to have produced from nowhere, and then she held her breath as he straddled her hips. With a cocky grin he entered her slowly and she only had half of him when she realized he hadn’t overstated the case...the feeling of him inside of her was the closest thing to heaven that she’d ever felt, and probably ever would. When he began moving in and out of her, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and when the third orgasm of the night slammed into her, she let out a scream that she was sure everyone in the bar downstairs had heard. She didn’t shudder at the idea of a walk of shame, though; it would be a small price to pay for the night that he had given her. By the time Blackheart was finished, there wasn’t an inch of her body untouched or unsatisfied, and when he finally had his own climax, he’d practically roared before lying down beside her and holding her tightly until she stopped shaking. It was in those few minutes that she let herself begin to believe maybe he didn’t have to be only a one-night stand. But that thought was fleeting, because as quickly as he’d become tender and sweet, he’d extricated himself from her arms, sat up with his tattooed back to her, and let out a curse.
“Fuck.” The curse was whispered and then he was silent again and Kasey wasn’t sure if she should ask what was wrong or pretend she hadn’t heard him. She saw his shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before he looked over his shoulder at her at last, jet-black hair hanging across one of those beautiful eyes, and said, “You’re on the pill, mon petit?”
Kasey had the same doctor since the day she was born, and that doctor was her father’s best friend. Once she started at LSU she’d considered going to the student center and getting put on the pill but since she still lived at home, the fear of her mother discovering them in her room or her purse terrified her. She’d stood up to her parents about school and her career...but she’d not even considered standing up to them about her sexual awakening. They firmly believed their beautiful daughter was a virgin, and she was completely content to let them believe she was waiting for that church wedding and the ridiculously expensive white dress. Her mouth went dry now as Blackheart waited for her response, and her own eyes sought out the torn condom between his fingers before she finally forced a smile and said:
“Of course.” The big man smiled at her, tossed the ripped condom in the trash, and once they were both dressed he walked her down the back stairs so she wouldn’t have to go through the bar. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her before tucking her into her car. She stared up into those blue eyes and wondered if she’d ever see them again. She would, but it wouldn’t be until nine months later, when those eyes would be looking up at her out of the face of the dark-haired, angelic-faced baby that the midwife had just wrapped into a blanket and laid into her arms.
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Gabe
was disoriented, and as soon as he tried to lift his head up off the bed, he felt like Metallica was giving a concert inside of it. His mouth was so dry that his tongue was stuck to the roof of it, and his lips were stuck together. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of the bed and waited until everything stopped spinning before making his way to the bathroom. His gait was unsteady and the room had begun to spin before he was able to clutch the vanity. When he was able to pull his head up and look into the mirror, he was shocked by what he saw...what the fuck did he do last night?
He opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out a bottle of OTC painkillers. Shaking four out into his hand, he popped them into his dry mouth and used his hands to make a cup, drinking about six “cupfuls” of water before he felt like the moisture was sticking around. It was only when he stood back upright that he realized so much water at once may have been a mistake. His stomach rumbled, loudly, echoing off the empty bathroom walls, and the feeling was like whatever he’d eaten or drank in the past twenty-four hours was being pushed up out of his stomach and collecting in his esophagus. He stumbled over to the toilet and barely made it in time to empty out his digestive tract. It burned and tasted like a combination of crawfish and whiskey...and brought back just a bit of his memory of the night before.