Taming Hawke: Book #3 in the Blood Brothers MC Series

by J. A. Collard

  “What the fuck!” I storm over to them, grabbing the asshole by his shoulders and slamming him flat on the floor, causing him to scream out in pain. I grab his face between my hands and bash his head against the wooden floor, anger blinding my vison. “You fucking touched my woman, you motherfucker,” I yell as blood gushes out beneath his head.

  “Stop it, you’re going to kill him!” Josie screams. She hurries off the bed and tries to pull me off him, but she’s no match for me. Her pushing and shoving does nothing to ease my hold on him. When I feel he’s had enough, I wipe my damp forehead with the back of my arm and get up from the floor. Looking down at the asshole in front of me, I see that his eyes are closed. He’s still alive, though, because I can see his chest rising with each shallow breath. I turn my head to face Josie, who has slid down the wall and is crying into her knees. She notices that the beating has stopped, and snaps her head up to meet my gaze. “Is he dead?” she whispers as tears roll down her cheeks.

  I take a deep breath and rest my hands on my hips. “That’s all you gotta fucking say to me? Is he dead? Lucky for him, he’s still fucking alive.”

  “Please, Hawke,” she begs. “I’m sorry, I was just doing this to get your attention,” she continues, raising herself up from the wall, naked, her body still slick from sex.

  She starts to walk toward me and I push my hands out in front of me. “Don’t you fucking dare, Josie. You fucked up the moment you let another man into your bed, giving him what’s mine,” I say, sneering at her.

  “Please, Hawke, I love you. I was just trying to get your attention. You don’t care about anything other than that bullshit club,” she spits with venom.

  “This is on you. Don’t you dare fucking blame my club,” I say, pouncing on her and forcing her to fall back against the wall. I grab the hair at her nape and twist it around my hand. Her face tilts to mine and tears pool in her eyes. “I loved you. I was going to marry you. There’s no one that will love you the way that I did. You had to go and fuck it up, didn’t you?” I growl. I shake my head and stare down at the floor, disappointment rushing through me. I hear a moan coming out of the fucker’s mouth and I let go of Josie’s hair, making my way to the bedroom door. I turn around one last time to look at her. “Have a good life, sweetheart,” I say and slam the door behind me.

  Hawke

  “Hey, baby,” I say just as I walk into Luisa’s bedroom. I cross my arms and ankles, staring at my woman, who is wearing the shortest fucking black dress I have ever seen. She stares back at me through the mirror she’s standing in front of as she puts on some earrings. My eyes travel down her slim legs and land on her shoes, so fucking high her legs seem endless. I drop my hands back to my side and push off her bedroom wall. Making my way toward her, I slide them around her small waist when I get there, flattening my palms against her toned belly. My cock hardens as it makes contact with her ass and I kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder, enjoying her intake of breath.

  “Hawke, not now,” she says, giggling. “I need to get ready, Jasmine will be here any minute with our cab.”

  I stare at her through the mirror, her dark brown eyes widening as my right hand moves higher, cupping her breast. I toy with her nipple and she gasps. I lick her neck and kiss under her ear. “There’s no fucking way you’re wearing that tonight, baby,” I whisper. “Now be a good girl and change into something else.”

  Her eyes narrow at me and she grabs my hand, pulling it away from her tit. She turns around and has to look up. Even with those high as fuck shoes, I still tower over her.

  “Listen, Hawke, this is what I’m wearing, and it is final. I am not changing.” She huffs and places her hands on her hips. She’s so fucking cute when she’s angry.

  I tilt my head and look down at this beautiful creature who is all mine. “You’ve got to the count of ten, baby, to get your fine ass out of that dress, or I’m going to do it myself. And I can’t guarantee it will still be in one piece when I’m done,” I say, smirking.

  Luisa steps back, placing her palms up to me. “You wouldn’t dare?”

  “Wouldn’t I?” I reply, enjoying the look of panic on her face.

  “This dress cost me two hundred dollars, Hawke. You’re not ruining it.”

  “Baby, who said anything about ruining it? If you be a good girl and take it off, we won’t have any problems now, will we?”

  “But… but… why?” she says looking down at her dress. “Don’t you like it?”

  I step closer, feeling the warmth of her body flush with mine, and tilt her chin with my finger. “Baby, I fucking love it.”

  “Then what’s the problem?” she asks, her bottom lip quivering.

  I rub my thumb over it and look deep into her eyes. “Because, baby, you’re going out dancing tonight, and there’s no way in hell I’m allowing any man to look at my goods.”

  I cup the back of her neck and move her face closer to mine, our lips a hairsbreadth away. “Now be a good girl and change.” I briefly kiss her, and move back before I have my way with her. “You’ve got to the count of ten.”

  “You’re being ridiculous.”

  “One,” I say, ignoring her statement. “Two.” I raise my second finger.

  “Grrrrr, you’re unbelievable.”

  I smile and continue raising fingers. “Three.”

  “Fine! I’ll get changed,” she agrees, and heads into her bathroom. I continue to count, and sneak my head around the bathroom door, watching her undress until all she’s wearing is a black thong.

  “No bra?” I ask, raising my eyebrows and licking my lips at the sight before me.

  She ignores me and walks past me to her closet, and begins to search for something else to wear. She pulls out a red dress and I shake my head, letting her know she can’t wear that. She huffs and pops it back into her closet. I walk behind and reach over her, pulling out a blue dress. It’s longer but has a slit up one side of it. I’m not completely happy with it but it’s going to have to do.

  “Here,” I say, handing her the dress.

  “Really? This? It’s old, Hawke.”

  “Don’t care, baby, it’s what you’re wearing. It’s either that or you’re wearing jeans.”

  She snatches the dress out of my hands and quickly places it over her head; I watch the dress fall down her beautiful body, shitty that it’s now covering her breasts. She has the most amazing tits, round and perky and big compared to the rest of her body.

  The dress fits tightly around her and when she walks back to her dressing table, I see the slit of the dress reveal a little too much for my liking. But I’m not going to argue, she’s compromised, and I’m not gonna tell her she can’t wear what I picked out for her.

  Luisa brushes her long, brown hair out in waves, and then clips the side of it up, revealing her beautiful neck. I adjust my cock and she notices through the mirror. She turns around to face me, smiling as she walks over to me. She looks fucking hot.

  I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to me. “Listen, baby, you be careful tonight. I’ve got the prospects following you.” I quickly raise a finger to her lips, concealing her protest. “Before you go yelling at me, Quill ordered it. His woman is pregnant and out on the town, there’s no fucking way he’s not having eyes on her. Now, enjoy Jasmine’s bachelorette party, but just promise me you won’t drink too much while I’m not around.”

  Her eyes soften when she looks deep into mine. “Hawke, we’ll be fine, we’re only going dancing,” she says, patting my chest. “And I promise not to get too drunk.”

  “Too drunk?” I growl. “There’s no way in hell I’m allowing you to get drunk without me there.”

  “Hawke, stop being a jack—“ I cut her off as I smash my lips to hers, loving how soft they feel against mine. She moans into my mouth and I sneak my hands around her luscious body, cupping her sweet ass and pulling her into my hard cock. The kiss ends too soon when a horn outside sounds, announcing her cab is here.

 
; I slap her ass when I say, “Be good, baby.”

  She smiles at me and pulls me forward by my cut, and kisses me deeply one last time. Her tongue delves into my mouth, tasting every part of it. Nipping my bottom lip, she pulls back slowly. “You just make sure you don’t let any strippers touch what is mine,” she says all serious-like.

  “Baby, why would I want a stripper when I have you to come home to? You’re all I ever want or need.” It’s Quill’s bachelor party too. The boys have arranged for us to go to the strippers tonight, but I can’t say Quill or I are happy about the idea. We’re both crazy about our women, and the fact that we’ll be surrounded by strippers doesn’t sound too appealing. Quill gets married in a week, and although Quill wasn’t up for a bachelor party, he had no choice; the brothers organized a night at Black Panthers and he didn’t have the heart to tell them he didn’t want anything.

  I’m not exactly thrilled myself; while my woman is out clubbing, I’ll be worried about her all night. But I’m hoping with Jasmine being pregnant and all, she’ll want to have an early night, but I don’t like my chances. Jasmine is Quill’s old lady. She’s beautiful and kind and has a bit of sass. She’s everything Quill needs. I never thought I’d see the day he’d settle down but when he first set his sights on Jasmine at his father’s hotel, there was no escaping the fact that he fell deep for her. Sure, they had their problems, don’t we all? But what’s important is that their love survived, and when Jasmine was taken hostage by the Gypsy Brothers, as collateral to get Quill to join our clubs together, I have to admit, I didn’t think Jasmine would mentally survive the ordeal. But we got her out safe, and even though Quill had to make some decisions that included the death of his old man, they made it through the tough times. And now she’s having his baby and they get married in a week, I couldn’t be any happier for them.

  I love Jasmine like my own sister, and I’m happy as fuck I met her. Because if I didn’t, I never would have met Luisa, and she has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I thought I wouldn’t love again after Josie but something tells me I’m falling for Luisa. Josie did a real number on me all those years ago, but with Luisa, life is easy. She accepts my brothers and me for who we are. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about Josie yet but I’ll find the right time. I’ve explained my past to Jasmine, but I know she won’t say anything to Luisa, she has my back. I want to be the one to tell Luisa. I’m not sure I’ll ever want to get married again. I’m not sure it’s on the cards for me. All I know is that I like what Luisa and I have, so why ruin it? I just hope Luisa understands that, and for now I will give her everything I have.

  I lift the front of Luisa’s dress, and she moans as I lightly run my finger over her folds through her panties. “Hawke,” she gasps, and her eyes shut at the pure pleasure my finger brings.

  I cup her pussy, and demand, “Open your eyes, babe.” Her eyes flutter open. “No one gets to touch this,” I state. “This is mine and only mine. And when you get home, I’m gonna prove that to you. You got me?” I pat her pussy before I remove my hand. I hear her whimper as her body moves forward, pressing against mine. I smile and kiss her nose. “Tonight,” I whisper, the word coming out as a promise.

  “But…. You can’t start something and leave me hanging, Hawke,” she whines.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, noticing it’s Quill on the other end. “I have to take this, baby,” I say and walk out, Luisa following behind.

  “Fine, take it, I have to go anyway. Jasmine has been cranky as hell these last few days, and I don’t need to give her another reason to yell at me for keeping her waiting.”

  “Hey, what’s up?” I say into my phone.

  “Where the fuck are you, man? If I gotta be here, then you gotta be beside me.” Quill’s voice is loud, probably trying to compete with the music and whistles I can hear in the background. He must already be at Black Panthers. He also sounds keen for me to get there, possibly to rescue him from our brothers’ plans for the night.

  “I’m on my way, brother, just making sure Luisa is okay.”

  “Come on, Luisa, get your butt in the cab,” I hear yelled from the roadside as Luisa locks the front door. “It’s my bachelorette party, remember?” A wide smile touches my lips when I see Jasmine yelling out from the cab’s window. “Hawke, let her go,” she continues. “If Quill can be civilized then so can you. Now let her get her ass in here.” She opens the door of the cab for Luisa. I look to the rear of the cab and spot Torch and Rhyder, our new prospects, nearby. Quill has organized for them to follow along and keep an eye on our women. I nod to them and they respond by doing the same.

  I catch Luisa’s hand as she walks toward the cab, bringing her back to me. I cup her cheek with my other hand and rest my forehead on hers, loving her sudden intake of breath. “Be careful, baby,” I say in all seriousness.

  “Of course, I always am,” she replies, smirking.

  I peck her lips before she gets into the cab, taking a seat beside Jasmine. She waves as they drive off, and I sigh. What the fuck is wrong with me? Get it together. She’s changed you. I laugh at my behavior and straddle my bike, taking off toward Black Panthers, where I know the boys will be celebrating, and most likely be drunk.

  Hawke

  Entering Black Panthers, I scan the room looking for my brothers. The strip joint is packed tonight with men getting lap dances, the dancers happy with all the money being thrown their way. Before Luisa, I loved coming out to see the strippers, even sometimes taking one back to the private rooms and getting laid. But now all I see is women making a buck.

  I see a hand sticking up from the crowd, waving me over. It’s Quill, and he’s surrounded by three women. One’s on his lap straddling him, the other behind him running her hands through his hair, the third to his side licking his neck. The boys are surrounding him, pissing themselves laughing as they throw money at the women. When I reach Quill, I can see he needs my help. The look he gives me says, “Get me the fuck out of here.” I laugh as he continues to stare daggers at me while I watch on.

  I let it go for a few more minutes, and then tap the shoulder of the stripper on his lap. I hand her a few dollars and point to Gunner, letting her know she can give him a lap dance instead. Gunner can’t help but yell, “hell yes!” As she walks over to where he’s seated, she turns so her back is to him, leaning down and touching the floor and giving him a good view of her barely covered pussy. Gunner’s so drunk he can barely sit straight in his chair. The other two ladies are now rubbing their hands down Quill’s thighs and I point my thumb at them to step away. The one with big breasts and long, blonde hair, seductively moves over to me and trails her hand from my chest to my groin. I smirk at her and lean in, whispering in her ear, “Maybe later, doll. Right now I gotta talk to my boy.”

  “That’s too bad,” she replies walking away, her hand sliding around my body to my ass. There’s no fucking way there will be a later but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.

  “Thanks, man, you’re a lifesaver,” Quill says as he takes a swig of his beer.

  A topless waitress approaches me and I give her my order before turning back to Quill. “Why did you agree to this if it’s not what you wanted?” I ask.

  “Have you seen the boys? Look at them.”

  I look over his head and see Trigger, Blaze, Gunner, and the other boys drinking and enjoying the show, big smiles on their faces. I sit back in my chair and sigh. “Yeah, I got it. You’re a good man,” I state as I grip Quill’s shoulder, and he smiles. “Sometimes we gotta put the club and pussy before our needs,” I add smirking.

  “So, you saw Luisa before you came here?” Quill asks taking another swig of his beer.

  “Yeah.” I run my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself the fuck down. “Not happy Luisa’s out looking hot as hell without me.”

  “You don’t need to tell me, brother. My woman is pregnant, and out dancing with God knows who trying to touch what is mine. Sh
e may be showing but she’s still hot as hell. Thank fuck I have the prospects watching out for them tonight. Jasmine wasn’t happy but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not taking any chances of any fucker trying to get into her pants.”

  “I had to ask Luisa to change. You should have seen the dress she had on, there was no way any man wasn’t gonna feast his eyes on her.”

  Quill begins to laugh and I narrow my eyes at him. “What’s so funny?”

  “Man, I never thought I’d see the day you were hung up on a chick again. Especially after being burnt by Josie.”

  “Yeah, well, Luisa’s different. She accepts me for who I am. Why? I don’t fucking know, but she understands the club means a lot to me, and she’s fine with that.”

  Taking a swig of my beer once the waitress hands it to me, I sit back in my chair as the strip club’s MC announces that Harmony, the next stripper, will be taking the floor. The lights dim and cheers sound throughout the club as she makes her way onto the stage. The song “Good for you” by Selena Gomez plays loudly, and Harmony moves her hips seductively to the music. She has long, blonde hair and is wearing a nurse outfit. The dress is short, revealing white suspenders, and her cleavage spills out the top of her dress. She leaves nothing to the imagination when she accidently drops her medicine bag and leans down to pick it up, giving us a good glimpse of her white G-string.

  She continues to dance and when she steps forward to the edge of the stage, her eyes widen when she takes in Quill and I. There’s something familiar about this woman but I can’t quite put my finger on it. She freezes for a moment and I see her swallow hard. For a second I think she’s going to run off the stage, but then she continues her slow dance, moving seductively to the music. Those eyes, I know those fucking eyes.

  For the rest of the song I notice she doesn’t pay me and my boys much attention, although that doesn’t stop my brothers from throwing cash at her. Inch by inch, she unzips the front of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her breasts bare and standing in nothing other than her lacy thong. My eyes zone in on a tattoo that’s sitting just above her pubic bone, and I feel all the breath in my lungs vanish. There’s all the proof I need that the woman standing practically naked in front of me and my boys is my ex, Josie. The tattoo I’m still staring at says Reece. Josie got it as a birthday present for me one year, and I’d fucking loved that she’d had me branded on her body. Reece is my given name, Razor, our old Prez, giving me my road name, Hawke, when I joined the Blood Brothers MC. But I’d always loved that Josie called me by my real name.