“Who cares?” she states. “Tell me more about Hawke. What was he wearing?”
I bump her with my shoulder and smile. She sounds like a teenager in love.
“I wish you were there. He was also in a tux.” I hear her intake of breath and wonder if she’s regretting not coming with me tonight.
“Go on, what else?”
“You wouldn’t have recognized him, Lu. His hair was neatly combed and up in a man bun.”
“Oh my God, I’m so bummed I didn’t come with you.”
“I told you,” I say, hitting her arm with my fist.
“Ouch,” she complains, rubbing her arm. “So what’s going on between you and Quill anyway? We haven’t had a chance to talk all week, and the way he was staring at you the other night makes me think he’s crazy about you.”
“Please, as if. Why would he be crazy about me?”
“Jasmine!” Lu snaps. “You’re a catch, whether you believe it or not. You’re worth loving again. Quill might be a little dangerous and not your typical type, but I saw the way he was looking at you. And I have to say, it was fucking hot.”
I laugh out loud and rub my palms on my knees. “Quill made it clear that he wants me.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“I’m worried that he just wants me for one thing and one thing only, and that’s to be another notch on his belt. I mean, have you seen the man? He’s so sexy and only has to snap his fingers and women would willingly come running. I just don’t want to get hurt again.” I reach up to undo the pins that Luisa used to style my hair with tonight.
“Jazz, how are you going to know if you don’t take a chance on him? I know you’ve been hurt before, but why not just give this a chance and see where it takes you?”
“You’re right!” I say, fluffing my hair to rid a slight headache that has begun. “Well, I’ve been invited to the MC’s party tomorrow night,” I explain and wink at Lu.
She suddenly jumps to her feet and insists, “I have to come with you, Jazz. Oh my God, I’ve always wanted to go to a biker club party, and this way I’ll be able to see Hawke again.”
“I already told Quill I’m bringing you with me,” I confirm with a smirk.
Luisa jumps up and down excitedly, singing, “We’re going to a club party. We’re going to a club party. Wait a minute. What do we wear to this party? I mean, I’ve never been to something like this before.”
“Relax, Lu. It’s just a party at the clubhouse, no need to think too much into it.” Luisa kneels down in front of me with a mischievous look on her face. “What?” I ask.
“Have you and Quill kissed?”
I give her an anxious gaze and reply, “Yes, we have.” I answer. “He makes me feel so alive and safe. His kisses are so demanding and urgent. He can kiss that’s for sure.”
“I knew it.” She squeals. “He looks like he would be a great kisser. Hawke can kiss too. And he’s so damn bossy, but I love it.”
“Alpha,” we say in unison and barrel over in laughter.
We say goodnight, and I fall asleep dreaming of Quill’s soft, smooth lips on mine.
Chapter Eleven
Jasmine
Saturday night came around quick. Nerves knotted in the pit of my stomach, knowing that I would be seeing Quill tonight. I’d been busy at the store all day as Saturdays were one of our craziest days of the week. There were a lot of anniversary flowers and birthdays, and I was thankful it gave me no opportunity to dwell on what I was going to say to him. Did I want to end it with him? Part of me felt that I was making a big mistake by putting myself out there again, yet part of me wanted to take a chance on him. He hasn’t once given me the impression that I cannot trust him, and when we were together, all he did was try to convince me that we were meant to be.
I understand what he meant when he spoke about his soul connecting with mine. I feel it too. From the first day I saw him remove his helmet on his bike, it was as if the earth had moved. I felt calm and breathless all at once, which is something that I knew I couldn’t ignore much longer. My attempts at being standoffish could only get me so far, and after my conversation with Luisa last night, I had come to the decision that I’m going to give this thing between us a chance. I mean, what could go wrong? He could hurt you, Jazz. I’m willing to see where this will lead. And tonight, I’ll let him know my decision.
We close the shop at five o’clock, and Luisa and I stop at our favorite pizza place to order takeout before we go to the party.
“How do I look?” Lu asks as she steps into my room, giving me a twirl. She’s wearing a black camisole top with tight, dark blue, fitted jeans, and black heels. Luisa is a catch, even if she doesn’t believe it. She’s beautiful with long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and long eye lashes. Her skin is smooth and creamy and she has a toned, slim body making anything she wore look perfect. That’s thanks to all her time at the gym. What I love most about her is that she isn’t vain. She doesn’t believe she’s attractive, and I think that’s why men are drawn to her. She isn’t the average sort of girl seeking attention. What you see is what you get with Lu, and you wouldn’t want to mess with her because she’s feisty as hell too.
“You look gorgeous, as always, Lu. Hawke is an idiot if he doesn’t notice you tonight. Do I look okay?” I ask, touching up my lip gloss. I’m wearing dark blue, fitted jeans that make my best asset—my butt,so I’ve been told—look good. I have a red tube top that ends above my waist, which exposes my toned belly. I’m wearing ankle-high, heeled boots, and I’ve left my hair loose with curls. My eyes are darkened with eyeliner and mascara, which make their color stand out even more. I’ve finished it off with gold hooped earrings and my favorite heart locket, which was given to me by my parents for my graduation.
“Are you kidding me?” Luisa cries. “You always look good. Wait until Quill sees you tonight. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
I smirk at her and say, “Well, maybe I want him to work for it.”
“Ha! I knew it. You do like him.”
“Let’s just see what tonight brings, shall we?”
Luisa giggles as she combs her hair with her fingers. “There she is.”
“Who?” I ask, looking at her through the mirror.
“My best friend, that’s who. I lost her for a while, but I think she’s back.”
I give her a quick hug and say, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
On our way to the club, I read out the directions that Quill texted me earlier to Luisa. She decided to drive her Honda Civic that she loves so much. It’s old, but she’skept it in excellent condition. When I received a text from Quill giving me the address, he said he was making sure I was bringing my ass—his words—to the party. I assured him that I would be there, and he ended the text with “Baby, I can’t wait to see you.” Those words had stuck with me all day. He knows all the right things to say and I’ve worked the rest of the day on cloud nine. Quill, bad boy biker, can’t wait to see me!
We arrive at the compound, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little uneasy. It looks like a warehouse with a huge double wire gate in the front. At the gate stand two men in leather vests with the Blood Brothers’ emblem on it. The clubhouse looks a little like Alcatraz. I glance over to Luisa and give her a nervous look.
“It’s fine, Jazz. This is what these clubs look like.”
“How do you know what these clubs look like?” I question.
“Um, earth to, Jasmine. Sons of Anarchy, remember?
“Oh yeah, my bad.” I laugh.
One of the men standing by the gate storms over to my side of the car, so I wind down the window so I can hear what he wants.
“Can I help you, darlin’? You ladies lost or something?”
“No,” I reply, stumbling with my words. “We’re here for the party. Quill invited us.”
“Oh hell, darlin’, you must be Jasmine?” He gives me a warm smile, and I decide that I like him. He looks young, like in h
is early twenties. His smile takes my breath away. His perfect, straight, white teeth are visible with his panty-dropping grin. I’m sure he gets a lot of women to sleep with him with that smile. His hair is dark, shaved on the sides, and spiky on top. His tight, white tee clings to his shoulders and muscled arms, and I notice his leather vest read “Trigger.” What the hell do they feed these men? I used to think biker dudes were fat and ugly, but this MC is proving that I was indeed very wrong. “Hmm, I’m Trigger,” he says, bringing me out of my daydream.
“Oh, hi, Trigger,” I say, feeling the heat hitting my cheeks at the thought that I was caught checking him out. He doesn’t give me butterflies like Quill does, but my God, he’s hot. I see Luisa through the corner of my eye and notice her mouth is open like a gold fish, stunned by his hotness too.
“I’ll let you ladies in. Looks like a full house tonight.” He winks at me. Great, I was already nervous before, but the thought of meeting all these people has me wanting to yell at Luisa to turn around and go home.
Trigger and some other man, who looks quite huge, pull the gates open, and Luisa drives her Honda into the compound. A large number of bikes are parked on either side of the driveway, and I notice a mechanical shop to the right of it. A few members of the club are sitting on chairs with women straddling their laps. Some are drinking and talking, and some look like they’re smoking weed.
“Oh boy,” I whisper. “Here goes nothing.” I anxiously gaze at Luisa.
“You’ll be fine, Jazz. Let’s do this.” She turns the car off and reaches for her handle to open the door.
“Stop!” I yell, reaching my hand over to hers to stop her from opening the door. “There he is.”
I recognize him right away. He’s leaning against the concrete wall with one foot bent against it and the other one supporting him. I can make out a female figure talking to him with her body draped over his. She’s was wearing short, black leather shorts that literally hike up her ass, a skimpy, hot pink top that leaves nothing to the imagination, and her bra is in full view. I find myself feeling jealous as I get a proper look at her face and see that she’s gorgeous. She has long red hair that extends down to her butt with long legs that go on forever. She’s model material. But that’s not the only thing that bothers me. They look comfortable with each other. I get the impression that they’ve been intimate before, and I sure as hell don’t like the thought of that, not one bit.
I continue to stare when I see her lift her fingernail and trace Quill’s jaw. Her finger then moves to his lips, and I find myself holding my breath with her next move. Quill bites her finger, and she giggles as she rubs his chest with her hand. Then her hand trails down his body, and just when she’s about to grab onto his groin, Quill grabs her hand and moves it away, shaking his head.
Something catches his attention because he straightens and looks straight over to where I am. He stares at me for a moment and then our eyes connect. I’m so angry right now that I feel like storming over there and kicking him in the balls. How dare he let another woman touch him! Ignoring the whore by his side, he heads toward Luisa’s car.
I turn to her and ask, “What am I doing here? Did you see him with her?”
“Relax, he wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she answers.
“He’s coming over here, shit.”
My body is still vibrating with anger as he approaches and kneels so he’s eye level with me. “Hey, baby, you getting out or what?” I try to focus on what I’m about to say, but his smile literally has me forgetting my name.
“You have some nerve inviting me here while you were just all over that.” I seethe and tilt my head toward the redhead so he knows who I’m talking about.
Quill turns his head to look behind him and then stares back into my eyes. “She’s nothing, babe. Jess is harmless.” I catch his right dimple as his lips lift into a smile. “Now come in and meet my boys.” He taps the inside of my window.
I turn away from him, then back to him and say, “No, I’m going home.” Avoiding eye contact with him, I glance over to Luisa and ask, “Lu, take us home, please.” Before I can do anything else, Quill sneaks his hand into the car and unlocks my door. He grabs me by the hand and pulls me out and yanks me hard up against him.
“Now, are you going to walk in there or do I have to carry you in?”
“Let me go,” I yell and struggle to get out of his hold. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Quill pulls my hands behind my back and narrows his blue eyes at me. Then he ducks his head into the passenger’s window and tells Luisa that we’ll be right back and for her to help herself to some food and booze. I glance up at him, breathing heavily from all the exertion of trying to break free from him.
“What do you mean we’ll be back? Let me go!” I yell, and in one swift movement, he picks me up and lifts me over his shoulder before heading toward the compound’s entrance.
Hoots and whistles come from the men, and I hear someone yell, “That’s it, Prez, show her who’s boss.” Great first impression, Jazz.
“Let me go,” I scream. “I can walk by myself.” I slam my fists against his back, but it seems to do more damage to my hand than his back.
“Never,” I think I hear him say. I’m so embarrassed as Quill storms through the club with me over his shoulder. I can see that we were passing a lot of people as he heads toward the back of the club. “Figured You Out” by Nickelback is playing through the speakers, and I can smell cheap perfume and smoke. No one seems to care that their president is carrying a woman over his shoulders. Is this the norm here?
“Quill, put me down. I’m gonna be sick.”
He continues carrying me down a hallway, and we finally stop at a door. Quill unlocks it and then storms inside. Once we’re in, he finally puts me down on my feet, and I stomp toward the middle of the room facing his huge, manly bed. I look around at my surroundings and notice how his bed is not made, his clothes are scattered all over the floor, and a matching desk in the corner of his room has a laptop on top of it. His furniture is dark wood with leather, making it seem masculine. I turn to face him with rage still evident.
“Babe, calm down. Let me explain,” he says with his palms up, pleading with me.
I take a deep breath and turn my back to him again.
“Is this your room?” I question, trying to control my anger.
The sound of the door slamming shut has me spinning around in that direction. I notice his eyes traveling over my body before meeting mine, and I see hunger there.
As I take a moment to do the same to him, I feel my anger subside as I have my fill of him. He’s wearing ripped denim jeans and a white wife-beater with his cut over it. His muscular arms are on full display, and I’m able to get a glimpse of his tattoo. It covers his shoulder and ends just above his elbow. I can’t make out exactly what the tattoo is, but I can see a cross with rosary beads around it with names listed on it. What looks like guns are also crossed over his arm and I can make out the wording R.I.P. Dog tags dangle between his pecks, which makes me believe he’s served before. It only adds to his sex appeal. My sex throbs with need when I catch him smirking at me with that cocky grin of his.
I feel like his prey as he stalks over to me slowly. As he stops just inches away, I cansmell his scent,soap and cologne with a hint of grease. He smells good…oh so good. Why does this man have to be so hot?
“You look beautiful,” he says, grabbing hold of my hips. “Now, are you going to behave, or do I need to give you a spanking?”
“Excuse me? Who do you think you—” He cuts me off as his mouth smashes down onto mine. His tongue is insistent as it delves into my mouth, searching for my tongue and sucking on it. I hear him literally growl as he thrust his pelvis against my core, making me moan at the sudden contact. His hands leave the back of my neck and trail down my back to my ass where he squeezes me tight with his large hands.
He lifts me up by my thighs, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, lovin
g the way his cock rubs against my pussy. My head thumps against the wall as he slams my body against it, his mouth never leaving mine. I arch my back when his mouth travels down my neck, nipping and sucking. Warmth spreads at my entrance as his fingers slide into my jeans and zero in on my clit. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he dips one, then two fingers inside me. My core clenches around his fingers and I moan out his name. His mouth is on mine again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. I taste the first sign of blood as he bites down hard on my lip and then licks it clean. I can’t help but think he’s showing me his animalistic side.
His fingers pump in and out of my pussy, and I wind my hands around his neck, pressing my tits harder against his chest. “I want you, Quill,” I whisper in his ear.
He pulls back so he can look into my eyes. “You want my cock?” I practically come on the spot at his words. “You do, don’t you, my dirty girl? I can feel your pussy begging me for it.”
I groan in frustration as his fingers leave my pussy. My eyes widen in surprise as he sucks those same two fingers into his mouth. “Mmmm, you taste fucking good.”
He then slides his fingers against my lips before crashing his mouth to mine. I can taste a mixture of him and me and it turns me on even more as his erection rubs up against my pussy.
Quill suddenly lets go and pushes himself away, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck,” he groans, pacing his bedroom.
“What’s wrong?” I try to get my breath back to order.
He stops pacing and looks straight at me, as if he’s struggling with what he’s about to say. “I told myself I would take my time with you. Yet every time I have you to myself, I’m pouncing on you.”
“I don’t mind,” I confess as my arms travel the length of his body to his crotch.
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