The Biker's Nanny

Hawk hadn’t been happy, but it wasn’t her job to not have a life anymore.

A week ago, he’d shocked her completely. After she left the bedroom, wanting very much to storm out of the clubhouse and never see him again, Bear and Red had cornered her. They warned her that after a day where Hawk had to deal with some unpleasantness, he liked to be left alone. They didn’t exactly use that language, but it was what they meant in a nutshell. Hawk kills for a day, leave him be. He’s a moody bastard. So she’d gone and served him food rather than leaving him alone.

“What are you having to drink?” Renee asked.

“Just a tonic water with a slice of lemon.”

Renee laughed. “I can see why Hawk likes you.”

“Why?”

“You’ve got that prim lady thing going. I bet he loves getting that all dirty.”

She hoped she wasn’t blushing, thinking about all the ways he liked to make her dirty.

The moment the bartender passed her a drink, Renee downed it within a matter of seconds. Sipping at her tonic water, Jasmine waited as Renee ordered another drink. Only this time, they carried their drinks over to their table.

Several of the old ladies were already on the floor dancing. Taking a seat, Jasmine watched as the women looked around the bar, clearly wanting fresh meat.

“Why are they wearing the leather cuts?” she asked, pointing at the women.

“It’s the way the men deal with them being out without them. They have to wear their patch. You’ve got a give a guy some respect that comes and tries anything on with them. Taking on a Satan’s Rulers MC old lady is no joke.” Renee burst out laughing.

She and Renee didn’t have jackets on.

“This is so much fun,” one of the women squealed.

“Yeah, so much better than waiting for one of them to come home. I don’t see what those bitches do. He comes home, barks out orders, farts, and passes out,” another of the women said.

“I don’t like it. I don’t like any of it,” Renee said. “No matter who I go out with or even if I try to date in another town, Bear’s always there. He’s always ruining everything. I hate him.” Renee swallowed her drink. “I’m dancing. Come on.”

Jasmine was pulled onto the dance floor and dancing within a matter of seconds. Letting the beat wash over her, she watched Renee as the other woman started to loosen up.

“This is just what I needed. Time away from that asshole to be myself.” She let out a whoop and looking past her shoulder, Jasmine saw a couple of men waiting to swoop in.

She danced with Renee, keeping an eye on their table, and of course more of the old ladies decided they’d had enough of waiting for their men who left them at home most times, and started to dance.

For some reason she couldn’t help but worry that if the women allowed these men who were not part of the MC to think they had a shot, this was going to be bad news.

“Do you think we should be letting other men dance with us?” Jasmine asked.

Renee cupped her face. “Relax. These ladies have wanted a chance to get back at their men. They’re sitting in their clubhouse, getting their dick sucked and all they have to do is crook their finger and the women come to them. It’s our time now. Girls’ night is going to be so popular. I love this already. Come on, Jasmine. Stop worrying so much. This is supposed to be fun.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Jasmine let herself go, basking in the heat of the night and the enjoyment of the music.

Chapter Ten

Hawk ran Bethany’s child monitor across his lip and back. She was down for the night in the clubhouse nursery where many of the kids were. He sat in the main clubhouse room, waiting for his woman to come home. He’d ordered her to come back to the clubhouse. Glancing around the room, he saw several of the men whose women were out tonight had the same thought.

A couple of them didn’t seem to care and were flirting with the club whores to keep themselves entertained.

He wasn’t happy.

He didn’t like her being out there on her own.

Since lockdown had ended, business had returned to normal, but when he got home, he didn’t let Jasmine go to her own room.

She was in his bed every single night, and he’d gotten the pleasure of playing with her body just the way he wanted.

There’s no way he’d ever risk Jasmine for one of these women. They bounced from cock to cock because it was their job to do and they loved it.

“You’re looking ready to kill,” Bear said, taking a seat at his table.

“The reason most of the women are out tonight is your fault.”