Dax: Silver Saints MC by Davenport, Fiona (universal ebook reader .TXT) 📗

As much as my heart melted at his answer, I wanted to storm in there and lecture Grady about how he didn’t need to think about finding his old lady for at least another decade.

“If you want to give your sisters a ride, that’s fine. Just make sure they wear their helmets and be extra careful while you’re on the road.”

Oh, good grief. How had I not thought about the possibility of the girls wanting to ride on their brother’s motorcycle like they did with their dad and me sometimes?

“What about Mom?” Grady asked.

“Your mom doesn’t ride on the back of anyone’s bike but mine.”

My panties grew damp at the steely determination in my husband’s tone. It didn’t matter that we’d been married for seventeen years and had three kids; he was just as possessive of me as he’d been when we first got together.

“Aww, c’mon, Dad. The bike was a gift from the two of you. The least I can do to say thank you is give Mom a ride on it when we’re done.”

I recognized the teasing tone in my son’s voice. He loved to push his dad’s buttons, and he knew exactly how to get a reaction out of him. Determined to save our teenager from himself, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I stood on my toes on the landing to peer over my SUV to where they were working on the motorcycle on the other side of the garage. “Are you guys almost done out here? Grady still has some homework to finish up tonight.”

“You heard your mom.” Dax snapped the towel he’d been using to wipe his hands at our son. “You only get to ride this thing once we’ve got it running if you keep your grades up.”

“Yeah, okay.” Grady held his hands up in mock surrender. “It’ll take me all of fifteen minutes to finish my Algebra assignment, but I could use a shower anyway.”

“It’s probably a good idea to get cleaned up before you do your homework.” I pointed at his hands as he walked toward me. “If you leave smudges on the paper, your teacher might not be able to tell if you got the answer right or not.”

“Or I could just do what I did when I was little”—he climbed the four steps up to me in two long strides, holding his palms out toward me—“and treat your clothes like they’re my own personal towel.”

“Nope.” Laughter bubbled up my chest as I shook my head and stepped to the side, pointing into the house. “You ruined more than your fair share of my shirts by the time you were two. I’m not in the mood to change every few hours like I did back then. If you’re old enough to drive, then you can clean yourself up without getting me all dirty.”

Grady brushed a kiss against my cheek, being extra careful not to touch me, before walking past to head up to his bathroom. When I turned back toward Dax, he’d already made his way over to the bottom of the steps. Seeing the determined gleam in his green eyes, I backed up and shook my head. “Dax, no.”

“Yes, baby,” he countered as he strode up the steps and reached out to tug me against his chest. Unlike his son, he didn’t hesitate to put his grease-stained hands on me. “If anyone’s going to dirty you up, it’s gonna be me.”

He did such a thorough job of it that I was thankful for the extra water heater he’d put in because we ended up needing a shower by the time he was done, too.

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The writing duo of Elle Christensen and Rochelle Paige team up under the Fiona Davenport pen name to bring you sexy, insta-love stories filled with alpha males. If you want a quick & dirty read with a guaranteed happily ever after, then give Fiona Davenport a try!

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