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

by J. A. Collard

  “I knew you would taste fucking good. Sweet and tangy all at once. I like how responsive your body is to mine. Look at me. I want to see those gorgeous eyes when I pleasure you.” I’m so turned-on at his words that I don’t think I can take much more. He holds my gaze as he sucks my clit and tugs on it with his teeth. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my tongue.” And just like that, I’m coming. I’m screaming out Quill’s name as he continues his assault on my pussy, prolonging my pleasure. He pulls my skirt down and places me over his lap so I’m facing him.

  “You okay, baby?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ear. I’m still coming down from the effects of my orgasm when I open my eyes and see a very smug-looking Quill.

  “Yes, I’m okay,” I answer with a smirk. I can see the evidence of my orgasm on his lips and suddenly feel shy. I can’t believe I let him take me like that. I lean my forehead on his shoulder, trying to capture my breath, and I feel him kiss the top of my head. How can he be so sweet and scary all at the same time?

  “Your body is meant for me, Jasmine,” he explains as he pulls my hair back, forcing my face to turn up at his. “I want to take you again, but not here. I want you in my bed and under me. I’ll give you some time, but I’m not a very patient man. Believe me when I say I will make you mine in every way. It’s only a matter of time.”

  My eyebrows arch at his admission. “Quill, you can’t be serious. We’ve only just met.”

  He frowns at me. “I don’t give a fuck how long I’ve known you. I know what I want, and I want you. So either make things easy and go with it, or if you don’t, I’ll force you by using your body against you.” He puts me down and stands up to adjust his pants. “You see the effect you have on me?” I look up at his crotch and see the bulge between his legs.

  “Next time, I’ll take my sweet time with you, but not here.” He helps me up off the floor, and I sway slightly as I fix my skirt. His warm lips meet mine in a short, sweet kiss that ends all too soon, and then he places my shredded panties in my hand. “Sorry about these, babe. I’ll get you another pair.”

  “No, don’t bother. I have plenty more.”

  “In that case,” he says as he screws them up into a ball and places them into his pocket, “I’ll be keeping these.” I try to grab them, but he holds my hand still. “Uh, uh, uh, sorry, baby, but they’re mine now.”

  I’m shocked, but before I can say anything, he leads me out of the office.

  Chapter Seven

  Jasmine

  As we head back to the bar, I search my surroundings for Luisa or Tristan but can’t see them anywhere. All of a sudden, I’m slammed back against a hard body and hands wrap around my waist. His warm breath tickles my ear. “Now, about that guy I saw you with.”

  “What about him?” I lean my head on his shoulder.

  “I don’t want to see you with him again. Do you hear me, babe?” he demands.

  I try to turn and face him, but his arms tighten around my waist, forcing me to stand still. His hands slide up the side of my body and rest on the underside of my breast. His intimate touch triggers an ache in my lower belly, igniting a fire that he really needs to put out.

  I brush my ass against his still hard erection and glance at him over my shoulder. “You don’t get to dictate who I can and cannot be friends with. You got that, babeeeeeee?”

  Quill’s hold becomes harsh as he spins me around to face him. His mouth is now only inches away from mine, and I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach. A new pull of wetness forms between my thighs. What am I doing? How could I be so turned-on at this moment when he’s making demands? Pure alpha, that’s what this is.

  His breath lingers over my lips when he growls, “You’re mine, Jasmine, and I don’t share. I will be the only one with his mouth on you and his cock inside you. You got that?” He grasps a hold of my jaw so I’m forced to look into his mesmerizing eyes. They’ve turned a darker shade of blue, but I can’t work out why. Is he annoyed or angry with me? “Now, go say good-bye so I can get you home safe,” he grumbles while squeezing my ass with his other hand.

  Once he releases his hold on me, I stumble free. He’s being serious. I try to stifle my giggle, but I can’t hold it in, and I barrel over in laughter as I think about what he just said. Maybe it’s the effects of the alcohol, or maybe the mind-blowing orgasm I just enjoyed, but I can’t stop. I’m in hysterics at this whole situation. As Quill’s fists clench by his sides and his jaw tightens in anger, I realize he’s not finding this amusing.

  “Why are you laughing at me?” he growls.

  “Oh, Quill, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at this situation.” His body is still tense, and I know I have to tell him the truth. “Tristan is gay. You don’t need to worry about him making moves on me.”

  “Gay? He’s not fucking gay. I saw the way you two were dancing. He had his hands all over you. He fucking wants you.” Quill turns to the bar and orders a shot and downs it in one go. He is pissed, but I can’t understand why this got him so upset.

  He closes the distance between us and cradles my face between his hands. “If you’re trying to protect him by lying to me, it won’t work. It’s only gonna piss me off even more.”

  My eyebrows draw together as I try to figure out how I can prove it to him. I pull away from Quill’s hold and glance around the room, searching for Tristan. I spot him seated in a booth with another man, looking all cozy. “See, I told you.”

  Quill follows my gaze, and I see his face relax with understanding. As we watch, Tristan leans in and whispers something into the stranger’s ear before pulling back and smiling. I shift to stand between Tristan and Quill’s line of vision.

  “Do you see now, Quill? Tristan is my friend. He will always be my friend, so if you have a problem with that, I suggest you get over it soon because I will not stop spending time with him.”

  “I’m taking you home.” He takes hold of my arm to lead me out of the bar.

  “Excuse me? I’m not going anywhere with you. I came with my friends, and I’m leaving with my friends.”

  Quill rubs his jaw and smiles. “It seems to me that your friends have forgotten all about you.”

  Scanning the bar, I discover Luisa kissing a guy who is also wearing a biker vest sporting the same emblem as Quill’s. “Isn’t he your friend?” I ask while raising my chin in Luisa’s direction. As I get a closer look, I recognize the biker as the one I ran into this morning who was using me for his amusement.

  “Yeah, that’s Hawke. He’s one of my brothers. Looks like your friend is in good hands.” Sarcasm laces his voice.

  Hawke’s hands slide down to Luisa’s ass, and I’m surprised to see she doesn’t protest.

  “Come on, babe, I’ll take you home.” Quill’s voice brings my attention back to him, and I take a minute to check him out. God, he’s hot! His hair is all messy from when I ran my hands through it while he devoured me with his mouth. His jaw is firm with a day’s growth that only adds to his hotness. He has tattoo’s that are exposed slightly just under his tee. I can’t make out what they are, but my hands itch to lift his sleeve to see what other tattoos are under there. I want to see all of him.

  Stop it, Jasmine. Get it together. Quill smirks at me as if he’s reading my thoughts, briefly flashing two dimples. Of course he would have dimples. He is sex on a stick.

  “Babe, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’ll be forced to take you to the back again and finish what I started.”

  I may just like that. Wait… reality check, Jasmine. He only wants you for a good time. Get it together.

  “Fine, take me home.” My eyes are drawn back to his lips and I imagine him kissing me again. God, I love his taste. “Let me just go and tell Luisa that I’m leaving. It’ll take two seconds.”

  Quill stops me before I have a chance to escape. As he pulls me hard against his chest, my nipples hardened from the effects his body has over mine. Before I know it, he’s kissing me, soft and slow. His ton
gue licks at my lips and I open up for him. A soft moan escapes me as he sucks on my tongue, and I feel his chest shaking with laughter.

  “Babe, you’re just as hot for me as I am for you. Don’t deny it. Your body can’t lie. I bet if I touched your sweet pussy right now, you’d be soaking wet for me.”

  Fuck, I can’t deny it. I want him and he knows it.

  “Two minutes, babe, or I’m coming to get you.”

  Geez, he’s bossy. When Quill’s hands fall from my waist, I head toward Luisa. I raise my arm to tap Luisa on the shoulder but hesitate as I don’t want to interrupt their make-out session but have no choice. “Um, Luisa?” I try to get her attention, but she doesn’t budge, so I tap her shoulder and yell, “Lu!”

  “What?” she demands, as her mouth leaves Hawke’s and her head snaps in my direction. Her eyes are glazed over and her mouth looks swollen from all the kissing.

  “Oh God, sorry, Jazz. I didn’t know it was you.”

  “Clearly.” I fold my arms over my chest and grin at my best friend. She smiles at me apologetically while straightening her black dress.

  “Jazz, I’d like you to meet Reece. Reece, this is my best friend Jasmine.”

  Reece? I thought his name was Hawke. Reece winks at me when he announces. “We’ve already met.”

  “You have? When did you guys meet?” Luisa asks, switching her gaze from Hawke to me.

  “This morning,” I reply.

  “You are just full of surprises, Jasmine, and very secretive too. First you hold back information about that hot biker over there and now Reece.” I follow her gaze, and sure enough, there is Quill with his arms folded and his biceps bulging out of his tee, not looking very patient.

  “Yeah… um, about that, Quill is taking me home. Are you going to be all right to get home?”

  “Sure, I’ll catch a cab with Tristan,” she confirms before biting her bottom lip. “Speaking of Tristan, where is he?”

  “Over there.” I point to where he’s seated at the booth.

  Hawke whispers in Luisa’s ear, and she nods before giving him a quick peck on his lips. Where is my shy best friend?

  “I’ll be fine, Jazz. Reece is taking me home.”

  “Reece? Don’t you mean Hawke?”

  “Hawke is my road name,” he informs me with a wide smile.

  “Why do they call you Hawke?” Luisa questions as she shifts to face him.

  “Because I don’t miss a thing,” he grounds out. And I notice how his face turns serious for a moment as if deep in thought.

  I feel warmth behind me, and I realize Quill has grown impatient.

  “Times up, babe. I’m not waiting any longer. Hawke, I’m taking Jasmine home. Make sure her friend gets home safe.”

  “Will do, brother.”

  I quickly hug Luisa and say my good-byes. Quill leads me out of the bar, and we come face to face with his Harley Davidson. It’s low to the ground with handlebars reaching up high. I start to panic as I realize he expects me to hop on the back of his motorcycle. Not only am I frightened of bikes, but how can he expect me to ride with him in this short skirt and naked butt?

  “Oh no, you don’t expect me to get on the back of that, do you?”

  “Why? What’s wrong with my bike?”

  “Nothing, I just don’t do bikes.”

  As he straddles his bike, I notice he’s trying to conceal his smile. So he thinks this is funny, does he?

  “Babe, hop on the bike. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  Glancing down at my short skirt, I cringe. I’m wearing no underwear thanks to him. “I can’t. I don’t have any underwear on and my skirt is too short.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to feel the warmth of your pussy on my back,” he whispers under his breath and gives me a quick wink.

  The hunger in his eyes has my breath catching.

  “I can’t, Quill. Everyone will see my behind with this skirt on.”

  Quill’s tattoos dance as he reaches over to the back of his bike and pulls out a hoodie from the back compartment. “Here tie this around your waist.”

  I thank him with a smile and quickly wrap it around my waist.

  “Is that better?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  He climbs off his bike and places his helmet on my head. Once it’s fastened, he asks, “You okay?”

  “Yes.” I’m suddenly lifted by strong arms and settled on the back of his bike. I pull my skirt down and make sure his hoodie is covering all my bits. When I look up, I find Quill watching me.

  “Fuck, you look good on my bike,” he groans. Then he leans in and kisses my forehead before straddling his bike again and starting it up. The vibrations of the motorcycle travel through me, and I start to feel a little nervous. Quill slides his hands under my thighs and tugs me forward so I’m up close against his back. His hand rubs my thigh as he asks, “Ready, babe?”

  I wrap my hands around his body. “Yes.”

  “Hold on tight,” he yells over his shoulder as we head out onto the open road. I squeeze him so tight, I’m sure I’ll leave bruises.

  “Can you ease up on the hold there for me?”

  “Oh, sorry.” I force my arms to relax, and he pats my hands where they are joined around his waist. Ten minutes pass and I begin to enjoy the ride. Actually, I really enjoy the ride. Who knew riding a bike while being pressed up against the back of a biker could be a turn-on? As I take in my surroundings, I realize how safe I feel holding onto this man. I barely know the guy, but the way he is with me, makes me feel like I mean the world to him.

  My hands have a mind of their own as they travel up Quill’s stomach where I can feel his muscles flexing underneath his tee. It wasn’t my imagination; he definitely has a six pack under there, or maybe it’s eight? I tighten my arms around him and feel my nipples harden at the contact. As if he can feel them, Quill grunts, “Fuck!”

  I’m enjoying myself, really enjoying myself. The care-free feeling of riding on the back of a motorcycle is new to me. I’ve never felt so free. Quill has waltzed into my life and in a matter of hours turned it upside down. But I need to be strong; I can’t let this go any further than it already has. I can’t jump into something new. It was good while it lasted, but I need to make myself clear. I can’t get into another relationship just as I’ve gotten out of a terrible marriage.

  Twenty minutes later, Quill is parking his bike in front of my apartment. Hang on, what the hell? How does he know where I live?

  He quickly hops off his bike and unfastens my helmet before helping me up. Just the touch of his fingertips against my neck has my body covered in goose bumps. When he grabs a hold of the back of my head, wrapping my hair around his fist, I think he’s going to kiss me. His grip causes a slight pain that reminds me of his strength. But yet, it only turns me on even more.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against my jaw as he licks me there. I pin my bottom lip between my teeth to stop the moan that’s threatening to erupt from my throat. As he bites down my neck, I squeeze my legs together to stop the ache that’s building.

  Slowly, his head comes up to mine, and he captures my mouth with his. This kiss is not like the others. It’s not urgent or hungry. It’s soft and sweet. It’s as if he’s committing me to memory. He nibbles on my bottom lip and licks it before releasing me. My breath catches in my throat as I look up into his clear blue eyes. They’re mesmerizing. I’ve never seen eyes as blue as the ocean before. My body wants more, but my head is saying, Jazz, you need to end this.

  “I have to let you go, babe, or else I won’t be able to stop.”

  I hesitantly look into his eyes, dreading the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “Quill?”

  “Mmm,” he responds as I watch him place his hands into his jean pockets and then lean against his bike.

  I fold my arms around my waist to ease the butterflies that have formed within me. “Look, this has been great and all, but this cannot happen again.�
� I drop my attention to my feet and kick my toe against a rock before I continue. “I’ve just come out of a very painful marriage, and I’m not ready for another relationship right now.” I glance up at him and see that his eyebrows have drawn together. He takes a step toward me as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

  “You mean to tell me after what happened between you and me tonight, that you’re just leaving it there?” He’s angry. No scratch that, he’s pissed. But why? I only just met the guy.

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” I raise my chin and stand straighter to portray courage that I’m not feeling. I need to stick to my decision. “Nothing more can come of this, Quill.” I gesture between him and me.

  “Not happening, babe. Like I said, this thing between you and me is happening. The sooner you realize that, the better it will be for both of us.” He steps closer, grabbing me by my waist so my body is flush against his. “I’m not letting you go.”

  I’m annoyed that he’s not listening to a word I say. I mean, who does he think he is telling me this is going to happen and that I don’t have a choice? Sure, I had a great night, better than that, the best night of my life, but I’m not ready for a relationship. I can’t concentrate on anything else right now. Between my divorce and my business, there’s no room left for anything or anyone else, and that includes Quill.

  He reaches for my hand and walks me to my apartment door. He reaches into my bag that I have crossed over my shoulder and finds my phone. He dials his number from it and saves it into my contacts. “Now I have your number and you have mine. I’m going to give you some time to think about what I’ve said tonight, but I want you to know that you can call me whenever you want, and I’ll be here.” He gives me a light peck on my lips and mutters, “I’ll see you soon.”