Down & Dirty: Books 1-3: Dirty Angels MC Series Box Set
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“And the club’s reserves, too.”
“Right. Part of bein’ my ol’ lady.” He’d thought she’d be bitter about that part, but surprisingly she wasn’t. All the businesses paid a percentage into the club coffers and in return they all reaped the benefits.
“Maybe whenever Jazz comes home, she can help me around the office.”
“That’d be good.”
“So, you’re not saying it, but I’ve been waiting. I guess everything went okay in there?” She tipped her head toward the closed door of the meeting room.
“Took two seconds for that vote... Once I wiped your lipstick off my fuckin’ mouth.”
“At least they know you’re gettin’ some.” Then she grunted loudly.
He forced back his laughter. “Ain’t nobody in that room that ain’t gettin’ some, babe.”
“Yes, I suspect you’re all very virile.”
“Whatever that means. But don’t you worry ‘bout anybody gettin’ some ‘cept me. Got me?”
She patted him on the stomach and took a sip of her whiskey. He guessed that was her answer.
He looked around the common area. “Speakin’ of gettin’ some... Dya see where D went?”
Kiki rolled her lips in and then her eyes slid toward the bathrooms.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“That’s about right,” Kiki answered and raised her shot glass to her lips, emptying it.
It was early, he couldn’t imagine what piece D had up against the wall in the women’s room.
The door to the back parking lot whipped open and Jewel blew in, her head spinning back and forth, searching for someone. Hawk frowned as the prospects who were playing pool and drinking beer all hesitated to watch her rock and roll across the floor, heading their direction.
“Where’s my brother?” she asked in a rush.
Since Hawk was one of the last ones to leave the room after the meeting, he tipped his chin down to his woman and lifted a brow.
Kiki shrugged. “I saw him and Ivy leave as soon as your meeting broke up.”
Jewel scrunched her face up. “Great,” she muttered.
“Whataya need, Jewelee?” Hawk asked.
“Nothin’.”
“Bullshit,” Hawk grunted.
“Have to talk to D then.”
“For what?” Hawk prodded.
She bit her bottom lip as she eyeballed him. “Might have a bead where that shit-for-brains Squirrel is hanging out.”
Hawk’s spine stiffened at the mention of the prospect D kicked out of the club awhile back for disrespecting Ivy. The one who ended up as prospect for the Warriors. The one who was going to die a slow, painful death. He also didn’t miss Kiki’s sharp inhale.
“He here?” Jewel asked, still searching the room. “If not, I’ll text him.”
“Ain’t gonna answer right now,” Hawk said, then downed his double shot of Jack. He held his breath until it settled warmly in his gut.
“Why? Wasn’t he at the meeting? Is he...” Her head swung slowly toward the restrooms. “You’re fucking kidding me,” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes.
She made to head that direction and Hawk grabbed her by the arm. He shook his head. “No,” he said sharply.
“Fucking beast,” she mumbled under her breath.
He didn’t know why she started calling his brother that, but Hawk didn’t like it and neither did D. “Jewelee, quit it,” he warned.
“Why? He can’t keep his damn dick in his pants.”
That was nothing new, so why was it bothering her now? He narrowed his eyes at Jewel. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t,” she said way too quickly, which obviously was a lie.
“Right.”
She jerked her arm and snapped, “Let go of me, Hawk.”
“Gonna behave?”
“Yep. Just going to wait.”
“Right.”
Jewel raised a hand. “I swear.”
“Wanna go home an’ fuck my ol’ lady, an’ now I gotta sit here an’ babysit you.”
“You can go.” She slid her eyes to Kiki. “Congrats, I guess.”
Kiki gave her a smile. “Thanks, I guess.”
Jewel peeled his fingers off her arm one by one. “I’ll just go sit at the other end of the bar and wait. Promise.”
Hawk grunted. “Swear, Jewelee, you walk in that bathroom, I’ll tan your hide myself.”
She frowned at him. “Fine. Going to sit right,” she lifted her chin, “down there.”
“You do that. Not a fuckin’ inch further.”
With a huff, Jewel stomped over the last stool at the end of the bar nearest the bathrooms and settled her ass on it, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Fuckin’ bullshit,” Hawk grumbled to Kiki. “Wanna get under that tight skirt of yours.”
She lifted her shot glass. “Honey, why don’t you get me another drink while we wait.”
He leaned over the bar and snagged the bottle of Jack. Cracking open the top, he poured them each another double.
“Drink now, ‘cause when you’re pregnant with my kid, you ain’t drinkin’.”
Kiki turned wide eyes up to him. “Are we planning that sometime soon?”
“You’ll be the first to know.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Well, thanks for that. Are you planning on putting a ring on my finger first?”
“Bein’ my ol’ lady’s the same shit.”
“So, we got married while you were in that meeting room making me your ol’ lady?” she asked. Her heavy sarcasm smacked him right in the face.
“Need a ring to plant my seed in your belly, then yeah, I’ll get you a ring.”
She sighed. “Once again, super romantic. Especially if that was a proposal.”
“Need flowers with that ring, I’ll stop at the guy who sits at the corner of main an’ third.”
“The guy with the wilted roses?” Kiki laughed, reaching up to cup his cheek.
He turned his face into her palm and kissed it. “Need that shit?” he asked.
“Just need you.”
“Just need you, too, babe.” His eyes left hers and landed on the other side of the room. “Fuck,” he muttered.
Hawk watched as a young, blonde, big-titted female came out of the alcove where the restrooms were, pulling down her miniskirt as she walked away in way-too-high heels. Hawk had seen her around church but didn’t know her name. And with Kiki in his bed and heart, he didn’t need to.
Two seconds later his brother followed, still buckling his belt, not paying attention to the hellcat that was about to launch a whole bunch of hurt on him when he least suspected it.
“Fucking beast!” Jewel said, loud enough that almost everyone in the large room heard her and became quiet.
“Jesus fuck,” Hawk mumbled under his breath.
Diesel’s head shot up, his eyes fell on Jewel and his face twisted into a mask of surprised annoyance. Without a word, he took two long strides to her, snagged her by the upper arm, yanked her off the stool and dragged her across the room as she bitched at him the whole way. His brother bound up the stairs two at a time, but not before tossing Jewel over his shoulder.
“Umm,” Kiki murmured next to him. “Should we help her?”
Hawk turned his attention to his woman. “Nope.”
“She going to be okay?”
“She is. Not sure about D, though.”
“Oh.”
Hawk shot her a grin. “Yeah, babe. That ‘bout sums it up. Let’s go home.” The word “home” warmed his gut since his home now included Kiki permanently in it.
The only thing better would be to go home and find Jazz sitting on the couch, wearing her earbuds, eating nachos, kicking her feet up on the coffee table and giving them a big smile as they walked in the door.
Hawk didn’t think that would happen any time soon. Or ever again.
As he wrapped his arm around Kiki and steered her toward the back door, he realized how lucky his woman had been.
Now he was anxious to get home, strip her out of her hot-as-fuck work clothes, make her slide on her sexy glasses, let down her hair and watch her count every tattoo on his body. He’d make sure she’d miss one or two in her search and make her start all over again.
He grinned, dropped his hand down to her ass and squeezed.
He was one lucky fucker.
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Also by Jeanne St. James
Made Maleen: A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale
Damaged
Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy
Brothers in Blue Series:
(Can be read as standalones)
Brothers in Blue: Max
Brothers in Blue: Marc
Brothers in Blue: Matt
Teddy: A Brothers in Blue Novelette
The Dare Ménage Series:
(Can be read as standalones)
Double Dare
Daring Proposal
Dare to Be Three
A Daring Desire
Dare to Surrender
The Obsessed Novellas:
(All the novellas in this series are standalones)
Forever Him
Only Him
Needing Him
Loving Her
Temping Him
Down & Dirty: Dirty Angels MC Series:
(Can be read as standalones)
Down & Dirty: Zak
Down & Dirty: Jag
Down & Dirty: Hawk
Down & Dirty: Diesel
Down & Dirty: Axel
Down & Dirty: Slade
Down & Dirty: Dawg
Down & Dirty: Dex
Down & Dirty: Linc
Down & Dirty: Crow
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http://www.jeannestjames.com/
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This is not just a love story, it’s an obsession…
I can’t keep my eyes off the tall, dark, and confident man who stops in the coffee shop every morning. I want this stranger more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, even though I only know his first name. As an author, my imagination is my ultimate writing tool, men like Kane my muse. And the minute he leaves, I’m overcome with fantasies I can’t control and my fingers fly across the keyboard … until one day, I almost snap. My embarrassing outburst has me running out the door when he catches me and takes me to his home.
Though it’s risky, I can’t resist him. And with one kiss, he now owns me. This man will capture my sanity and trap it forever. He’ll steal me one piece at a time until he possesses me completely. He’ll ruin me for any other man. But I don’t want anyone else, for it’ll always be forever him.
Note: All books in the Obsessed series are stand-alone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.
Forever Him - Chapter One
His name is Kane.
I will love him forever. He just doesn’t know it yet…
The only reason I know his name is because every morning when he stops at the coffee shop for his large black coffee, the barista calls out, “Kane with a K.”
Every. Single. Morning.
I assume the barista does it on purpose. Possibly to coax a smile out of him. But it never does. His expression never changes. It seems forever stuck in serious mode. He just grabs his coffee, throws money into the tip jar, spins on his heels, and leaves.
Maybe he’s an important man. A busy man. A man with a lot of responsibilities on his broad shoulders. Maybe his mind is on what he needs to get done for the day.
But h
e never deviates from his routine. Black coffee. No cream. No sugar. No pastries.
Not once since I’ve noticed him.
I rarely pay attention to people coming and going from the shop since the mornings are usually busy. I sit in my corner with my laptop open, my brain spinning with ideas. Or not.
Sometimes I have severe writer’s block. Those are the times my brain seems dark and empty. Nobody’s home. I had it the first morning I noticed him. During those times, I stare off blindly while reaching deep into my head. Searching for… something. Anything. Begging for just a couple words to spur my creativity.
The front door with its delicate dinging bell usually never pulls my attention. Until that day. The day I happened to be staring at the door mindlessly, not paying attention to the influx of customers.
Until him.
He’s tall. And broad. Not fat, no. Heavy muscles bunch under the dress shirt he wears as he pushes the door open and steps inside. His dark hair is super short on the sides, just a tiny bit longer on the top. A no-nonsense haircut. Like him… No nonsense.
His perfectly ironed, deep purple dress shirt is tucked neatly into his black slacks. His black leather belt is held together by a simple gold-tone buckle.
His eyebrows appear dark and heavy above eyes that make me blink. They are so light but I can't tell if they are gray or blue. No matter what, they’re a shocking contrast to his skin color.