Brawl (Book 3): Blazers MC, #3

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 3 and the finale of the Blazers MC romance series! 

There's no protection in the world that can keep her safe from me.

JENNA

I knew my brother was in trouble.

I just didn't know that he was in six-foot-four, 250 pounds of tattooed trouble.

I can ignore Mark's drug habit all I want.

But there's no ignoring the biker who sits in Mark's living room with a loaded gun aimed at me.

I'll do anything to protect my brother from the drug dealer hell-bent on ending his life.

Even if it means bending over for the monster sent here to destroy him.

REV

I'm a gun-for-hire.

It's how I prefer things: easy cash, no questions asked, and nobody commands my loyalty but me.

I've had this place staked-out for a long time.

I know the curvy little blonde is my target's sister.

I'd rather not get her involved, but she refuses to go away.

She's as beautiful as she is oblivious.

She thinks she can talk me out of the job I've been sent to do.

But suddenly, I find myself willing to listen.

With every piece of clothing she strips away, my interest grows.

Accepting Jenna's offer – her body in exchange for her brother's life – will no doubt incur the wrath of my employers.

Screw it.

Let them rain hellfire down on us.

I won't leave until I've made her mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393216391

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Brawl: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blazers MC Book 3)

By Claire St. Rose

There’s no protection in the world that can keep her safe from me.

JENNA

I knew my brother was in trouble.

I just didn't know that he was in six-foot-four, 250 pounds of tattooed trouble.

I can ignore Mark’s drug habit all I want.

But there’s no ignoring the biker who sits in Mark’s living room with a loaded gun aimed at me.

I'll do anything to protect my brother from the drug dealer hell-bent on ending his life.

Even if it means bending over for the monster sent here to destroy him.

REV

I'm a gun-for-hire.

It's how I prefer things: easy cash, no questions asked, and nobody commands my loyalty but me.

I've had this place staked-out for a long time.

I know the curvy little blonde is my target's sister.

I’d rather not get her involved, but she refuses to go away.

She’s as beautiful as she is oblivious.

She thinks she can talk me out of the job I’ve been sent to do.

But suddenly, I find myself willing to listen.

With every piece of clothing she strips away, my interest grows.

Accepting Jenna’s offer – her body in exchange for her brother’s life – will no doubt incur the wrath of my employers.

Screw it.

Let them rain hellfire down on us.

I won’t leave until I’ve made her mine.

Chapter 1

Rev

R ev... she says as I kiss her neck. We don’t have... Her voice whimpers as my knee spreads her legs apart. We have to...

My hands press into her breasts, pulling down her tight black dress. Shut up, Jenna, I growl. "You know you want this. I know you want this. And fuck it, I’m not wasting another minute pretending like this isn’t what I want, too."

I hoist her up into the air with my hands curled around the backside of her thighs. She squeals in shock and delight as we travel towards the couch. I toss her onto it, her tiny feet in sky-high heels just barely touch the bottom.

Forcing myself between her thighs, I press against her, gently but firmly.

Tell me you didn’t fuck him, I hiss. "Tell me why you didn’t." I needed to hear it again—for my pleasure this time.

I didn’t touch him. She stares directly into my eyes. A smile curls over her lips as she adds, The only one I want is you, Rev.

And what do you want right now?

She looks down at the bulge in my pants I can no longer hide. One of her hands floats down between us and begins to stroke against the denim. While the other side of her palm massages the thin line of the thin panties she’s wearing.

I want this, she states, almost breathless. She puts a bit more pressure on my package while she continues, I want your cock inside of me—fucking me as hard. I want you to take me. Right here. Right now.

She leans in to kiss me, but I pull back. Not yet, I tease.

Before she can protest, I’m down on my knees with my head where my hips just were. I nudge her hand away from her pussy so that I have a clear view. The smell of lavender and rain flood my senses, and I realize just how fucking hungry I am.

Jenna’s panties come off easily—almost too easily. As I slip them down her thighs and off her pointed feet, I wonder if they don’t belong to her. I place them in my back pocket just in case I want to revisit the scent of her later on.

She licks her lips as she waits for me to dive in, but I can’t help but enjoy this— this feeling of knowing what’s coming but not giving it to her so easily. I want her to wait and wonder. I want her to fucking hate me for being cruel.

Just to the side of me, I spot a line of fabric tearing apart from the musty old couch, and a plan lays out in my mind.

I stand up, ignoring her disappointed glare. With one thrust, I throw her hands behind her back so that they are cupped at the small of her back. With the free hand, I reach down and grab the thick strand of fabric until it begins to tear. Her eyes go wide in realization. Her lips open to argue against it, but as I tie her wrists securely together with the floral fabric, she goes silent. That wicked, curious smile says all she needs to say.

Spread your legs, I order her. She complies slowly, making a show out of the glare of the light hitting the inner thigh and her pussy leaning forward for me to re-inspect. With her arms behind her back, she has no choice but