Delicate Hearts

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Chapter 15: My Savior

A small box was waiting on the doorstep when Jasmine arrived home after school that day. Since she hadn't ordered anything, she was kind of curious who would send her a package. Throwing her keys on the cupboard, Jasmine ran upstairs with the white box in her hands.

She received a B+ on her Chemistry test today, finally getting her grade up a few notches. Nathan really deserved the praise, he had been the one to tutor her. They started doing their homework together after Jasmine finally gave in and let Nathan explain some of the material and they had been working together all week to get her ready for the test. He proved to be a great teacher.

Once inside her room, Jasmine put the box down on the bed and walked straight to her walk-in-closet. She looked for her favorite pair of sweatpants, locating the pink fluffy clothing in the back of her closet and put them on. She would need a comfy outfit after such an exhausting day.

When she returned to her room, her eyes focused on the white box. Not able to contain her curiosity, she sat down on the bed and carefully opened the lid. Her breath caught in her throat when she found a single red rose at the bottom of the box with a small note attached to it. I'm closer than you think. Surprised, she threw the lid back on the box and gasped loudly.

That was the second time someone played a prank on her that month. Jasmine was seriously starting to get annoyed. Who would want to scare her? Wary, but more importantly pissed off, she picked up the box and threw it in the nearest trash bin. Whoever was trying to scare her would need more than afucking rose in a box.

"Are you coming or what?" Lucas asked impatiently, tapping his foot against the wooden floor as he waited for Jasmine to follow him. He'd asked her if she wanted to join him on a trip with his friends and surprisingly, she said yes. Call it a moment of weakness. She just needed a breather after a tough week at school and Lucas presented her exactly that. He could take her mind off just about anything.

"Slave driver," Jasmine mumbled under her breath as she partially zipped up her brand new leather jacket – the jacket Lucas apparently bought her without her knowledge. He'd justified his actions by claiming she needed the protection when on his bike. The chilly wind would undoubtedly leave her cold. Yeah, right. He just liked the view.

"Those are not the kind of boots I was aiming for when I told you to wear decent shoes," Lucas stated as he eyed the three inch heels of her black boots. They fit nice and Jasmine liked them. She wasn't going to change because Mr. Safety-First didn't think they were decent enough.

"Seriously? Most of the chicks you usually drive around town with wear skanky clothes and killer heels," Jasmine replied with a rather loud sigh.

"Well, you're not like the chicks I usually drive around town with," Lucas retorted, stepping closer and zipping her jacket up as far as it would go. Jasmine felt like she was going to suffocate if the zipper went any farther. When Lucas was done inspecting her outfit he took a step back.

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow as Lucas handed her a helmet.

Lucas chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever you want, princess," he smirked as he swung his leg over the bike. Jasmine groaned, not in the mood to argue, and climbed on behind him. She wrapped her arms securely around his middle and closed her eyes when Lucas fired up the engine, the loud roar echoing through the air. Ugh, here we go again. She thought as Lucas drove off. Her fear of riding on a bike would probably never truly disappear.

"Relax," Lucas called out over the noise of the motorcycle as her fingers gripped his shirt tightly. Of course Lucas hadn't zipped his own jacket. Those kind of insane rules only applied to rooky Jasmine. He behaved ridiculously. While he made sure she was safely covered from head to toe, Lucas didn't even bother to wear a helmet himself.

"Shut up," Jasmine mumbled, her eyes tightly closed as she rested her cheek against Lucas back and held on for dear life. They practically flew across the road, the bike dipping low with every turn they made. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as her stomach made exciting somersaults. Jasmine was scared shitless, but the thrill of riding a bike totally made up for it. She both loved and hated it.

"I've got you, princess. Relax and enjoy the ride," Lucas told her as he took one hand off the handlebars for a moment and squeezed her hand. Jasmine shrieked, her fingers tightening their hold on Lucas' shirt. A rumble of laughter left Lucas' lips. Great. At least someone was enjoying her extreme fear of being in a crash.

After a few minutes of driving on the highway, a group of bikers joined them. Still clinging to Lucas' body with her eyes firmly shut, Jasmine didn't have a clue who they were, but she suspected Lucas knew them seeing as he didn't even twitch when the bikers followed them.

The longer they drove, the more relaxed Jasmine became. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, refraining to close them when a gust of wind hit her sensitive corneas. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She recognized the biker beside them as Hank, one of Lucas' friends. He was driving a sleek maroon Harley, his tattoos covered with a taupe leather jacket. Only the skull on the back of his neck was visible. Hank looked kind of scary, his bald head and stubble only intensifying his look.

Seeing the members of Lucas' group, Jasmine was happy Lucas at least tried to look a bit normal. Except for the huge tattoo on his back and a few smaller ones on his arms, Lucas steered clear of lots of ink and piercings. To be honest, Jasmine kind of liked the tattoos he did have. They made him look manly and even more handsome. Fortunately he wasn't covered from head to toe like many of his friends.

Before Jasmine realized what was happening, the entire group halted in the parking lot of a bar. Lucas squeezed her leg reassuringly before giving it a soft pat and throwing his leg over the bike. Swallowing her nerves, Jasmine took the hand Lucas offered her and got off the bike. Being in the middle of a huge group of scary bikers was kind of intimidating, if she had to be honest.

"Put on your brave face, princess. Remember, you've gotta earn their respect. Only tough chicks do," Lucas whispered in her ear after he loosened the strap of her helmet and removed it. Pushing aside all rational thoughts, Jasmine nodded. This wasn't the first time she hung around Lucas' friends. She should be fine. They liked her well enough last time she joined them at a bar.

Lucas smirked. "Good. Now behave and act like you're my girl. It'll help to get the guys off your back," he grinned when he patted her ass playfully. Jasmine shrieked and threw him a warning glance, before she remembered to play her part and hooked her arm around his middle, pressing her face against his shoulder. Enjoying their play, Lucas put his hand on her ass and let his fingers slide in her back pocket. Pervert. She was so going to get him back for that.

Not in the mood to start a scene, Jasmine didn't argue. Instead she let her fingers trail up and down his hipbone, each time dipping a bit lower and closer to the front. The sharp intake of breath showed her payback could be sweet as sugar. Lucas obviously wasn't as unaffected as he would pretend.

"You minx," Lucas whispered, suckling on her earlobe and biting it softly. Jasmine gasped and shivered. Her skin started tingling as an excited feeling arouse in her lower body. Damn.

"I see you're still keeping her around," Hank smirked as he halted beside them.

"It's the other way around. I'm keeping him around," Jasmine retorted, not liking the way Hank talked about her one bit. She wasn't a toy you could toss aside when you were done playing.

"Damn," Greg – aka biker guy – grinned. "The girl's got spunk." Jasmine smiled. It was nice to see he didn't hold a grudge after she threw him off his pedestal last time she joined them in a bar.

"Leave her alone, both of you," Lucas interfered, shaking his head before pushing Jasmine in the direction of the entrance. "Always getting the attention of my men," he muttered under his breath as he practically shoved Jasmine inside the bar.

"Jealous, baby?" Jasmine purred with a wink.

Lucas groaned. "I so regret bringing you with me," he told her.

"That's a big fucking lie and we both know it," Jasmine fired back, blowing him a kiss before heading to the bar to order a drink. She desperately needed to get some distance between them before she could do something she would regret later on – like attacking his lips, pushing him down on the closest table and ripping his clothes off. It was safe to say her libido was running wild tonight. Never had she craved a physical touch more. None of her former boyfriends ever brought her this close to losing control.

"Can I have a beer, please?" she asked politely as she waited in front of the bar.

"Of course, darling," the bartender winked. He was a good-looking guy, early twenties, blonde hair and midnight blue eyes. Jasmine probably would have flirted with him if it hadn't been for Lucas being in the same room. She didn't think it would end well if she openly flirted with other guys when she was supposed to be 'his girl'.

"Ollie, don't even think for a second you've got a chance with my girl," Lucas stated as he wrapped an arm possessively around Jasmine's shoulders and pulled her to his side. Oh, God. Did he always need to mark his territory like that?

"She's yours? Damn, Luke, I didn't think you had it in you to keep a girl around," Ollie grinned, knocking his fist on top of the bar. "Credit for you, sweets, he never lets the same girl in his bed twice," the guy winked at Jasmine before taking two bottles of beer out of the fridge and taking the caps off.

"Never?" Jasmine asked with a raised eyebrow. She found it hard to believe he would turn down a roll between the sheets because he already slept with the girl. She suspected he wouldn't say no to an easy lay.

"No way. Shannon and Hailey have tried time and time again, but Luke's more like a 'been there, done that' kind of guy. Once he's banged them, they never return," Ollie informed her. Jasmine's eyes widened. Did that mean if she ever crossed that line with him, Lucas would toss her aside a day later?

"That's enough," Lucas interrupted, shooting a warning glare at the guy. Ollie immediately shut up, nodded and ran to the other side of the bar to a new customer.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and internally groaned. "Was that really necessary to scare the poor guy like that? We were having a conversation," she said in a clipped tone.

"He was minding my business. If you want to know stuff, ask me," Lucas growled in her ear. He sounded pissed off. When Jasmine looked him in the eye, she noticed he was shaking with anger.

"What is your problem, Luke?" she questioned, more than a little annoyed.

"That guy was putting ideas in your head. I know my reputation, you don't. You still see me as the real me, I don't want that to change. Yes, I slept with dozens of girls – gladly admit it – but not far as many as the rumors say. Everyone thinks I act like a total jerk to the girls I spent time with, I don't. It's just better if everyone thinks I do," Lucas explained. A loud sigh left his lips as he pressed his head against hers. "Don't listen to the rumors, princess."

"I won't," Jasmine replied softly, looping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Lucas smiled softly as he returned her hug by wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Jasmine sighed in contentment as she rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. He was worried she would lose faith in him. Sad as it was, it warmed her heart. It meant he cared what she thought of him, which was a huge step in the right direction for them.

"Bad news, Luke," Hank stated, interrupting their moment. Lucas immediately let go of Jasmine and took a step back. He clearly forgot for a moment that his friends were still around. "Black Wolves just arrived. Ulrich refuses to find another bar." Whatever that meant, it made Lucas curse loudly.

As Hank turned around to go back outside, Lucas turned to Jasmine. "Stay here. Black Wolves are one of our rivals. Ulrich is their leader and a seriously scary guy. You've got to stay away from him. If they do come inside the bar, walk straight to me and jump me like you've missed me. They only leave taken women alone," Lucas told her, his voice strained and dead serious. It gave Jasmine's shivers. She didn't like this situation one bit. "Got it?"

"Got it," she nodded. As Lucas headed outside, her heart painfully constricted in her chest. Please let him be okay. She was scared shitless someone would get hurt. Jasmine didn't know much about biker gangs, but what she did know was that they could be extremely dangerous – certainly when two rival groups were breathing the same air.

"Don't worry, sweets, your man will be okay. No one messes with Luke," Ollie assured her from across the bar. Jasmine smiled softly at him and nodded.

Outside she could hear the yelling of men. Fortunately no gunshots or cries of pain could be heard. A few seconds later, when the front door of the bar burst open, Jasmine held her breath. The guy that walked inside must have been at least six feet. He had broad shoulders, a seriously muscled body and a large scar across his cheek. No woman would feel safe coming across a guy like that – not even in broad daylight.

Jasmine tried her best to keep her posture fierce and act unaffected, but on the inside her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, ready to jump out. To her relief, the next person that walked inside was Lucas. "Babe, come here," he ordered, his eyes hard. Not daring to make him angry, she immediately followed his command and walked closer to him. It was against her nature to listen to orders, but in that moment she gladly put her pride aside.

Once she was in his reaching distance, Lucas forcefully grabbed Jasmine's arm and pulled her against his front. He kept her in place while both gangs entered the bar, each group taking over opposite sides of the bar. "I see you finally found a girl that pleases you enough to keep her around," Ulrich smirked, showing a silver tooth.

Jasmine shivered again, goose bumps erupting on her skin. "Just my flavor of the week," Lucas grinned as he patted Jasmine's ass. She had to do everything in her power not to slap him in the face, but reminded herself Ulrich was around. The guy wouldn't hesitate to take Lucas' place beside her, whether Jasmine wanted him to or not. Plus, it wouldn't exactly be positive for Lucas' reputation if a girl hit him.

To amplify his words with actions, Lucas forced Jasmine to look him in the eye before his mouth came crashing down on hers and he took her lips in a forceful kiss. Her first instinct was to push him back, but when his tongue entered her mouth all restraints fell away and she forgot about her surroundings. Her fingers found their way to his hair while she kissed him back with eagerness and passion. A gasp left her lips when Lucas's hand caressed the side of her breast. Her nipples hardened and a low moan broke free as her belly tightened.

Just when she was about to tear his clothes to pieces, Lucas pulled back and came up for air. Reality crashed down on Jasmine as she opened her eyes and realized she was still inside the bar, all eyes on her. Swallowing thickly, she tried to break loose from Lucas' grip, but he wouldn't let her go.

"I'm sure your boys will be happy once you're done with her," Ulrich grinned. "Even I would like a piece of that ass, but we all know I don't take leftovers." A rumble of laughter echoed through the bar as Lucas' grip tightened on Jasmine's hips. After letting his eyes wander over Jasmine's curves for the last time, Ulrich turned around and sat down at a table with his friends.

"Before you get angry at me – like you undoubtedly will – I needed to protect you. If Ulrich knows you're important to me, he'll use you as a weapon against me. We can't have that happening, princess," Lucas whispered in her ear, before pulling Jasmine to a table nearby. He sat down and pulled her on his lap. "It's time for you to start a believable act, princess. Tonight you'll be the lucky barfly that gets to go home with me," he told her as he squeezed her thigh.

Jasmine stared at him openmouthed. What the hell did that mean? "Just act like the skanks you've seen me with," Lucas added, not at all helping to make Jasmine feel better. When she kept staring at him, Lucas groaned and turned her on his lap so she could look him straight in the eye.

He pulled her closer until she could feel his crotch between her legs, his hands on each of her ass cheeks. "Believable, princess," Lucas reminded her as he started to nibble on the sweet spot in the crook of her neck. She gasped softly when his tongue ran a pattern down her throat.

Realizing she should make the best out of a very fucked up situation, Jasmine pulled at Lucas' hair and made him look at her. When their eyes met she threw him her best seductive look before attacking his lips. She lightly sucked his bottom lip until he allowed her access to his mouth and their tongues met. Moaning, she rubbed herself against him, rolling her hips. Pride washed over her when Lucas groaned in her mouth and his cock came to life against her center.

"Fuck, that's it, babe," Lucas muttered as his fingers locked around her neck to keep her in place.

"Dude, get a room," someone shouted, immediately bringing Jasmine back from her lustful state. As she pulled back she noticed the darkened glaze in Lucas' eyes. Damn. That look was enough to bring her to her knees. Her lower muscles tightened painfully as she tried to squeeze her legs shut, which wasn't easy seeing she was still straddling Lucas.

When Lucas ended their eye contact, he glanced to the side and nodded at Hank. The guy nodded back. Wordless communication Jasmine didn't understand. "Was that what you were aiming for?" Jasmine whispered, her lips mere inches away from Lucas' ear.

"Totally believable, princess," Lucas whispered back before pressing a feather light kiss against her lips. "No goody-two-shoes would kiss like that, least of all in public," he grinned.

"So we're finally agreeing I'm not a goody-two-shoes?" Jasmine asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lucas chuckled. "Nope, I still think you're a goody-two-shoes, princess. Just one with an adventurous side." Jasmine rolled her eyes and shook her head. She should've expected an answer like that coming from him.

"I need to go to the bathroom. You stay here and sit next to Hank. He'll keep you safe, okay?" Lucas said as he removed her from his lap and stood up. Jasmine slowly nodded, praying to god Ulrich wouldn't show up at their table when Lucas was gone.

"You'll be safe," Lucas assured before his lips came down on hers and he gave her a lingering kiss. A smile spread from ear to ear once he let go and headed in the direction of the bathroom. Lucas could be sweet in his own, twisted way.

"Don't get your hopes up, babe," Hank suddenly said, interrupting her thoughts. Confused by Hank's words and tone, Jasmine turned her head to the side and looked at him. "I know that look," Hank told her. "You care a shitload about him and think you'll be the one to change him. I hate to break it to you, honey, but you're not the first to fall in love with Luke. He ain't gonna change. Luke's a manwhore and he always will be."

Jasmine gasped inaudibly. If she wasn't so shocked by his words, hysterical laughter would have bubbled out of her at Hank's words. She didn't know why he would think she was in love with Lucas. Yes, Jasmine cared about him, but love? That was a foreign concept to her. She didn't think she'd ever fallen in love with someone, certainly not with the poor excuses that were her ex-boyfriends.

"Luke enjoys the chase. He won't settle. Certainly not for someone like you. Not to offend you or anything, babe, but you're not really his usual type. I can see Luke wanted to try something different, something unknown and exciting, but you won't be enough. One day he'll get tired of you and toss you aside like he does with all of them," Hank claimed, patting her shoulder before taking a swing of his beer. Jasmine let his words process, rendered speechless.

"Hate to break it to you, Hank, but I'm afraid you don't know your boy half as well as I do," Jasmine spit out, her claws coming out when she came out of her stupor. She wasn't going to let this man talk to her like that. No one deserved to be treated that way.

"I was merely giving you advice, honey, don't get all riled up. I can see you're already too blinded by your emotions, so I won't push it. Just don't come crying your eyes out when you realize I was right," Hank retorted, shaking his head.

"I'd rather die," she fired back. Who did that guy think he was?

"Your choice," the bald man grinned before turning his attention back to the rest of the group.

Jasmine was still raging with anger at Hank's audacity when Lucas returned a few minutes later. "Everything alright?" he whispered, noticing Jasmine was tense. She nodded, using her best acting skills to convince Lucas. There was no way she was going to talk to him about what Hank said. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Jasmine wasn't in love with anyone – least of all with Lucas. She'd come to care for him more than she imagined possible, but there was no way she was falling in love with him. It didn't matter what Hank – or anybody else for that matter – thought.

"We're leaving in half an hour," Lucas let her know. She smiled and nodded. Good, he let it drop. Needing a distraction, Jasmine pulled Lucas close and started nibbling at his throat. Seconds later Lucas' lips crashed down on hers and her mind went blank. It was exactly what she needed.

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