The Biker's Nanny

“Fuck off. None of this shit is on me.”

“It is. Renee is sick and tired of you getting to live your own life, and that’s why she arranged everything. The women coming, the night out. She wants to get over you by finding herself a man that has nothing to do with you.”

Bear’s cheek tensed up. “That shit ain’t happening.”

“For all you know Renee could be being fucked against a wall right now. Five men lining up to see just how good of a pussy she’s got.” Hawk watched and waited.

“She’s mine.”

“Yeah, and you’re not claiming shit. I doubt she’d even want your dick now. It’s seen one too many whores for her taste. What she needs is a nice, fresh dick that looks at her and only her.”

“Fuck this shit. No one is having her. She’s mine.” Bear slammed the chair across the room.

“Where are you going?” Hawk asked.

“I’m done waiting. I’m going after what’s mine.”

Hawk smiled and tossed Bethany’s speaker to one of the men. “Keep an ear out for her. She should be down for the count.”

“Where are you going?” one of the men asked.

“I’m going to get my woman.”

He walked out of the clubhouse, going toward his bike. Bear was already out of the grounds, and he couldn’t help but smile. Nothing like the thought of another pair of balls swinging in your woman’s face to make that claim.

Straddling his bike, he rode out of the parking lot, heading toward the bar Jasmine had told them they were going to.

Gunning the engine, he took each bend, and it didn’t take him long to find Bear who was a few feet in front of him.

They arrived at the bar within a matter of minutes, breaking several rules along the way.

Bear climbed off his bike, and Hawk grabbed his arm. “You’ve got to play this cool.”

“Fuck cool. She knows who she belongs to.”

“Does she? Or is this another point where you take her home, come back to the clubhouse, and screw other women?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because if you step in there and ruin this for her, I’ve got a feeling she won’t be coming around anymore, and as much as you keep her at arm’s length, you like her. Make your mind up. Renee’s either yours or she’s not, but she can’t be both and you can’t keep ruining every single guy for her. She has a chance to find someone.” He wouldn’t usually interfere with the guys’ lives like this, but Bear and Renee had been dancing around each other for some time now.

He had to do something, especially if they were about to go in there and stake their own claim on their women.

“She’s mine.”

“She’s yours?”

“Yeah, I want her, and no one’s taking her away from me.” With Bear’s mind made up, they entered the bar, and it took Hawk a few seconds to find his woman.

She looked beautiful in the dress she wore but stood out like a sore thumb. The pretty floral summer dress only enhanced the innocent look that she had. Her blue eyes were closed as she swayed to the music. Renee was in front of her, but the other woman had another man wrapped all around her.

No one touched Jasmine, and he was more than okay with that.

Leaving Bear to deal with his own problem, he walked right up to his woman, admiring the curve of her ass. A couple of men who were partying the night away admired his woman. He wasn’t about to ruin her night by slitting their throats, but he wanted to. When it came to Jasmine, she brought out his protective side.

The wound on her shoulder was healing up nicely, and she no longer looked in pain when she had to lift something. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pressed his lips to her ear. She started to struggle, but the moment he spoke, she relaxed.

“Hey, baby, you look pretty lonely all by yourself.”

“I wasn’t lonely.” She looked toward Renee, who was now in Bear’s arms. They were sharing heated words as they danced.

Spinning Jasmine around into his arms, he smiled down at her. “You’re lonely now.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I was making sure Bear didn’t make an ass of himself.”

“He should be begging her for forgiveness.”

“A little birdie tells me that Renee is going to get everything her heart desires, including the man she’s been panting after.”

Jasmine put her hands around his neck, her body flush against his. The lady was still in charge.

He’d noticed whenever they were not alone or in the bedroom, Jasmine didn’t give anything away. He loved this about her.

She knew without a doubt who she belonged to.

“Did you miss me?” Jasmine asked.

“I did.”

“Who is looking after Bethany?”

“One of the boys.”

“You know this was supposed to be a girls’ night.”