Stealing the Biker's Heart by Piper Davenport

Author:Piper Davenport [Davenport, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: MC Romance, Mechanic, Sgt. at Arms, Dogs of Fire, Alamo, texas, Savannah
Publisher: Trixie Publishing
Published: 2018-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

Jasmine

The tickle of a beard on the back of my neck dragged me out of a deep sleep. Then, Alamo kissed my pulse and whispered, “Mornin’, Firefly.”

“Hi,” I rasped. “What time is it?”

“Eight. Gotta head to the compound.”

“So early?”

“Yeah. Gotta tow one of the trucks to the shop and try and figure out what’s wrong with it. It’s gonna take a few hours.” He kissed me again. “I made breakfast.”

I craned my neck and smiled. “You did?”

“I did. You wanna eat or sleep?”

“I’m getting up,” I said without moving. “But I’ll eat in a little bit.”

“Okay.” He kissed me gently, then slid off the bed. “Coffee’s in the pot. I’ll text you later.”

“Okay, honey.” I rolled onto my back and watched him walk away.

Scruffy jumped onto the bed and we snuggled for a bit. Parker was coming over to go over package design, so I had two hours to myself since I only had clients booked for later that afternoon.

I was about to get up when my doorbell rang, and I was kind of hoping it was Alamo. Although, he probably wouldn’t have rung the doorbell, so I dragged on clothes and checked the peephole. I frowned, but pulled open the door. “Well, hello, big brother.”

“Hey, Jazz.” He pushed inside with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Sure, Jared, come on in.” I closed the door and followed him into the living room. “Everything okay? Kids okay? Kelly?”

“Yeah, they’re fine. Look, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be messing around with bikers, Jazz.”

I crossed my arms. “I’m not messing around with bikers.”

He rolled his eyes. “Alamo’s not a good guy, Carrots.”

“Alamo’s the best guy I’ve ever known,” I countered. “And he doesn’t fucking call me Carrots!”

“Language,” he warned.

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Jared.”

“You are a Buckley, Jazz.”

“So?” I said with a huff. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“He’s not good enough for you.”

“Get out!” I snapped, and headed for my door again.

“Just hear me out.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I did some digg—”

“You did what?” I yelled.

“Jasmine!” he snapped back. “Just listen.”

“No. You’re not dad, and you don’t know Alamo—”

“Like you do, right?”

I glared at my brother. “What did you find on the background check you ran?”

“Nothing. He’s clean.”

“Then, why the hell are you in my home spouting bullshit about the man I’m dating?”

He waved his hand. “He’s clean. The people he hangs out with, not so much.”

“Well, I only care about him, so anything else you found is irrelevant.”

“Jazz, be reasonable. You can’t bring Alamo to any of our family functions, or society events, what would people think?”

“Oh, I don’t know...maybe, lookie there, Jasmine’s met herself a nice man who treats her right.”

“You can’t date a biker, Jasmine. Dad’ll blow his top. It won’t stand.”

Before I could rip my brother a new one, someone banged on my door.

“Who the hell is that?” my brother growled.

Another bang on the door and Shadow bellowed, “Jasmine, open the door.”

I sighed and pulled it open, and a very angry teenager stormed inside.

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