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  Dallas

  Alpha Pack MC

  Claire Rhine

  Copyright © 2020 Claire Rhine

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ASIN: B088PYVXTB

  Cover design by: Claire Rhine

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  About The Author

  Chapter 1

  Grace

  I sighed as the bell above the door jingled signaling a new customer. I stepped out from the back and froze. The customer that had opened the door was the hot as hell biker from across the street.

  I had been eyeing the man for the past few months, fantasizing really, about what his tall gorgeous body would be like wrapped around me. In a few long strides he was at the counter.

  My brain finally started working again and I hurried to the counter.

  Something odd happened and my sense of smell became heightened. Even with coffee and pastries overwhelming the room I could make out his scent. The man smelled of leather, oil, and outdoors.

  “What’ll it be?” I asked.

  I gave myself an internal eye roll. What’ll it be? How cheesy was that?

  The man hadn’t even spoken and I was already flustered. In my defense it wasn’t hard. My ability to act normal in front of men I liked went down greatly in proportion to how hot they were.

  “Black coffee, large, and two bagels toasted with cream cheese,” he replied in a deep timbre that instantly made my nipples harden and my core tighten with need.

  “Coming right up,” I smiled hoping my bra hide my arousal.

  “You have a bathroom I can use?”

  “Sure. It’s to the left,” I said over my shoulder.

  The man’s heavy booted steps echoed in the empty cafe as he walked away. Waiting for the bagels I glanced up at the clock and realized it was closing time. The bell jingled again.

  “Sorry its closing time,” I called out not bothering to turn around as I spread cream cheese on one of the bagels.

  “Not my problem bitch. Give me all the money!” A gruff voice barked out.

  I froze in the middle of spreading cream cheese on the last bagel. Bagel and butter knife in hand I slowly turned around. Fear had instantly clutched my throat and I felt like I was a kid again about to have an asthma attack. The man in front of me wore a black hooded sweatshirt pulled low over his eyes. What little I might have been able to see of his eyes were covered by a pair of mirrored sunglasses.

  “Put the shit down and get the money.”

  The man gestured towards the register using his hand hidden in the right pocket of his sweatshirt. From the shape it appeared he had a gun. I briefly wondered if it was real or a prop. If it was a prop it was working.

  I slowly set the bagel down on the counter and moved towards the register. My hands were trembling and I fumbled trying to get the computer system to open the drawer without a sale.

  “Hurry up bitch!”

  The drawer opened on my second attempt. I raised my hands and backed away.

  “Put it all in a bag!”

  “It’s under the counter,” I croaked out.

  “Hurry up!” He barked.

  I grabbed one of the handled brown paper bags we used and hurriedly began emptying the contents of the register. My hands were shaking even more and I kept fumbling the bills. When a few floated to the floor I froze and gapped at the man.

  “Hurry up and get it all!”

  Bent over retrieving the fallen bills I heard the deep voice of the sexy customer I had forgotten was in the bathroom.

  “Get the fuck out of here while you can,” my sexy customer barked with such coldness he could have gotten me to leave if I wasn’t frozen to the floor.

  Even after the sound of running footsteps and the jingling door had silenced I stayed crouched behind the counter with my head almost in the shelving. I peeked over at the sound of heavy footsteps rounding the counter.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah I think so,” I whispered and sagged against the back counter.

  “You got anything stronger than coffee here?” My sexy customer asked crouching down next to me.

  When did he become my sexy customer I wondered?

  I shook my head in answer to his question.

  “Alright then. Let’s close up and get you something to drink.”

  “Shouldn’t I call the cops?”

  “Probably won’t do you any good. You shouldn’t have any more problems.”

  “How do you know?” I challenged unfolding myself and finally standing.

  “Just do. That guy won’t be a problem here again. Come on let’s get you a drink.”

  “I should call my boss at least. He should know what happened.”

  “He’ll want to call the cops and it’s not worth it. No money was stolen and like I said that guy won’t be a problem.”

  I was so rattled by the robbery and how my body reacted to this man my brain must have turned off again because I found myself following his lead.

  I rushed through my closing tasks not wanting to have to be in the building another minute. Turning around after locking the front door I froze when I noticed the black and chrome beast of a bike the man was straddling.

  “Umm, I think I’m going to go home. I’m tired.”

  The moment I got on his bike and wrapped my arms around that man I would embarrass myself. My hands would get away from me and wander too low or I would beg him to take me right here on his bike.

  “You sure you want to go home alone?”

  I had started to head down the sidewalk but paused. Shit. I didn’t want to sit in my apartment alone thinking about what had happened.

  “I’ve never been on a bike before,” I blurted out as I turned around.

  The man chuckled and held out a helmet.

  “Hop on lets fix that and get you a drink.”

  “But I don’t even know your name.”

  Swinging a leg over the bike like a fucking god the man got off his bike and slowly walked towards me.

  “Dallas,” he said extending his arm for a hand shake.

  I shook his massive outstretched hand and nearly melted into a puddle at the feel of his warm calloused palm engulfing mine.

  “Grace.”

  “Well Grace let’s get your mind off the events of this evening. What do you say?”

  “But you’re a stranger. How do I know you won’t hurt me?” I protested weakly.

  “I would never hurt you,” Dallas said with such a stern expression. “Besides no better time than the present to get to know me,” he smiled.

  I hesitated for another moment but between my raging hormones and the need for a drink to settle my nerves I gave in.

  “Fine but one drink and then you bring me home.”

  “Deal.”

  Chapter 2

  Grace

  I had to swallow the giddy laughter threatening to slip past my lips the moment we pulled away from the curb. Wrapping my arms around Dallas had set my entire body on fire. Add to that how freei
ng it felt to be riding and I was a goner. If I knew Dallas I would have asked him to keep driving.

  We slowed and my smile quickly faded when Dallas pulled into the parking lot of the towns biker bar. I never had time to go out but I had heard stories about how wild this place could get.

  Dallas grabbed my hand when I got off his bike and I felt a zing fly up my arm. I shivered a little at how alive my body felt. Dallas led me through the rowdy bar to a table in the back. I discreetly tried to look around the room and noticed more than a few curious glances cast our way.

  “Have a seat. I’ll get the drinks,” Dallas said pulling a chair out for me.

  A gentleman in the middle of a biker bar I mused.

  “Wait let me give you money for mine,” I said digging into my purse as Dallas started to walk away. This wasn’t a date. I wanted to pay my share.

  “It’s on me tonight,” he smiled and headed towards the bar before I could argue.

  I took a moment to watch his retreating form.

  The man had to be at least six foot three. The man’s entire body was solid muscle but the backside I was watching walk away was drolly worthy. His faded jeans hugged his ass perfectly and hinted at a pair muscular thighs. The power behind an ass like his between the sheets would probably turn me into a useless puddle of flesh.

  Dallas had dark hair cut short and a neatly trimmed beard. I had never been with a man that had a beard. I wondered what it would feel like against my sensitive skin.

  Shit. No. One drink I reminded myself. Settle my nerves and get the heck out of here. A guy like Dallas wasn’t interested in a girl like me. I wasn’t the skinny sleek haired type I saw strutting around the bar.

  Dallas returned with two beers and two shots.

  “I said one drink.”

  “The shots for your nerves. The beers your one drink.”

  Was this man reading my mind? I would have preferred a shot but didn’t want to risk how liberated it made me feel. I could get a little chatty when I had too much to drink.

  It had been way too long since I drank hard liquor. I closed my eyes slung back the shot and immediately scrunched up my face when the alcohol burned down the back of my throat. I opened my watering eyes and found Dallas leaning back in his chair trying not to laugh.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure,” Dallas replied.

  “Why were you in the cafe tonight? You’ve never been in before?”

  “How do you know I’ve never been in before?” Dallas grinned. “You been watching me?”

  “What! No!” I practically shouted while trying to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks.

  Dallas looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. “To be honest I came in to talk to you.”

  “Me?” I squeaked.

  “Yeah you,” he laughed.

  “Why would you do that?”

  “I keep seeing this cute girl walk into the cafe every afternoon and I wanted to get to know her.”

  “But me?” I questioned pointing at myself. “Are you sure it’s not one of the other girls?”

  “Yes you,” he laughed

  My brain finally caught up with what Dallas had said. “Wait you think I’m cute?”

  “I think you’re a little more than cute but we just met.”

  “Oh,” I said at a loss for words.

  We sat in silence for a few moments sipping our beers.

  “Want to talk about what happened?” Dallas asked picking at the label on his beer bottle.

  “Not really,” I said honestly.

  “You always work alone?” He asked pushing the subject.

  “Yup.”

  It was then I realized I would have to face closing the cafe alone tomorrow. Something that had never bothered me before.

  “I’ll be at the shop before closing from now on.”

  “What? That’s ridiculous. You’re not going to do that,” I protested.

  “As long as I’m a paying customer I don’t see how you stop me,” Dallas pointed out.

  Damn. I had no way of arguing that logic.

  “You know what bar we’re at?” Dallas asked finally changing the subject.

  “I know this is a biker bar,” I said and took a sip of my beer to avoid looking at him.

  “You ever heard of the Alpha Pack MC?”

  “No.”

  I was fairly new to town and I didn’t get out much. Work and home were my life.

  “I’m a member and this is our bar.”

  “Okay,” I finally said. “Why are you telling me this?”

  “Just being up front about myself. Some people think the way we live isn’t respectable.”

  “What’s not respectable about it?”

  I knew the stereotypes about bikers but I hadn’t seen or heard anything bad about them since moving to town.

  “It’s not a white picket fence, 2.5 children, nine to five kind of life.”

  “Do you do anything illegal, get in trouble with the law or hurt people?”

  “Never anything illegal, occasional bar fit and the only time someone gets hurt is if they hurt one of ours.”

  ”To each his own then,” I smiled.

  “I knew there was something special about you,” Dallas smiled.

  Chapter 3

  Dallas

  “Now that you know who I am how about I take you out for dinner tomorrow?”

  “Is that what you were going to ask me before the...” Grace didn’t finish her thought.

  “Nope I came in tonight to ask you if you wanted to get a drink with me.”

  “I think your just messing with me,” Grace scowled.

  It made me mad to think that someone had treated Grace poorly in the past to feel this way.

  One of my brothers and president of the club, Beard walked up to our table.

  “Holy shit man you did it?” The bearded giant beamed and sat himself at the table.

  “Beard’s the name,” the man said sticking out his hand to Grace.

  “Grace,” she replied shaking his outstretched hand.

  “So what’d this lug say to convince you to go out with him?”

  “Excuse me?” Grace asked confused.

  “My man here has been going on about this girl from the coffee shop and I told him he needed to nut up and ask you out.”

  “How do you know I’m the girl from the cafe?” Grace challenged. I smiled to myself. Not many people questioned Beard.

  “Don’t suppose they sell t-shirts at that place do they?” He smiled nodding at her chest. “Don’t put up with any of his shit. He can be a stubborn one sometimes. He gives you a problem find me,” he said and walked back to the bar.

  “Did you pay him to say that?”

  “I would have paid him not to say that,” I groaned scrubbing my hands over my face.

  “Wait. How do you know where I work?”

  “I work a block up across the street at the bike shop.”

  Grace didn’t say anything and I wondered if she already knew where I worked.

  “You finished?” I asked.

  “Yeah can you take me home? I’m ready to fall asleep on this table.”

  “Usually happens when the adrenaline wears off. Let’s get you home,” I told her as I stood up.

  “Huh?” She asked looking up at me confused.

  “When the adrenaline wear’s off you tend to crash and get tired.”

  “Makes sense. It also doesn’t help it’s almost midnight.”

  Dropping Grace off at her apartment was a test of my will power. I wanted to follow her in and never leave.

  I had been eyeing Grace for the past four weeks. Every day at the same time she walked by the bike shop on her way to the cafe across the street. She was by far the sexiest woman to ever cross my path.

  Grace was tiny next to me. She couldn’t be more than five foot two with curves that made my mouth water and my cock stand at attention. She had the prettiest shade of chestnut brown hair that when she wore
it down was a mass of curls. I wanted to bury my hands in those curls and devour her. I had tried to savor her from a distance but something pulled me towards her tonight.

  Driving back to the bar I ran through what happened at the cafe.

  The second I stepped through the cafe door I was instantly hard. I had retreated to the bathroom to try and adjust myself. The fear that gripped me when I heard what was happening on the other side of the door made my chest tighten.

  Nothing had happened but I almost lost it when I hadn’t seen my woman standing at the counter when I quietly slipped out of the bathroom. It was clear now that Grace was meant to be mine.

  After that the evening quickly escalated and I found myself convincing her to get a drink with me. Anything to be around her for a little longer.

  When we left the cafe I knew exactly where I was going, but the feel of Grace’s arms wrapped around my waist sitting behind me on my bike was heaven. I wanted to make it last forever.

  I was drawn to Grace like a moth to a flame and it took every ounce of energy to keep my hands to myself. I knew Grace was physically attracted to me. Her eyes got this hunger in them and anytime our bodies touched she let out a tiny sigh.

  Walking into the bar I realized I should have gone home instead. I wasn’t in the mood to be around others without Grace.

  “Back so soon,” Beard smirked.

  “Shut it,” I scowled.

  “She was cute. What happened?” Beard asked unfazed by my mood.

  “The Dallas I know set’s his sights on a woman and then uses his many charms to get what he set out for. You gettin’ soft in your old age?”

  “Nope,” I replied and stalked to the bar to grab a beer.

  Returning to the table Beard always occupied I proceeded to tell him what had happened at the cafe.

  “You think we need to keep an eye on the place?”

  “Nah he got the message.”

  “Alright then. Couple rounds of pool?” Beard asked.

  “Sure,” I said.

  I stumbled into bed a few hours later but got little sleep with the constant replay of my evening with Grace.