Fanning the Biker's Flame - Piper Davenport Page 0,15
down to one day a week.”
I cocked my head. “Budget?”
He nodded. “I was able to work more when I was a probee, but now that I’m official, I’m on a roster.”
“But you’re a contractor as well?” I asked, taking a bite of my burger, then adding mayo.
“Yeah.”
“How do you have time to worry about my problems?”
He smiled. “I got time.”
“But if you don’t, my feelings won’t be hurt if you can’t see to every little need I might have.”
“Every little need?”
I blushed sitting on a stool at my peninsula. “Stop.”
He grinned and took a bite of his burger, opting to stand instead.
We didn’t talk for several minutes as we ate, and I found myself settling into the blissfulness of this sweet domesticity. I could seriously get used to this.
“You’re silent again,” he observed.
“I’m eating,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but are you also imagining what it’ll be like when I eat you?”
“Oh my god, stop.”
He wiped his mouth and grinned again. “That’ll be our safe word.”
“That’s more of a sentence than a word.”
“True.” He held up his dinner. “Burger, then.”
“But that could just mean I want a burger.”
He cocked his head. “If you want a burger while I’m in the middle of eatin’ you out, then I’m not doin’ my fuckin’ job, baby.”
I shivered. “Yeah,” I whispered.
He grinned again. “Finish that so I can prove my mouth can make you forget all manner of things.”
I dropped my sandwich. “I’m done.”
“You want this?”
“More than I want breath,” I rasped. “If you need the words, then I wholeheartedly consent, and am happy to put that in writing.”
“What do you want, Posey? Exactly.”
“Follow me back to my bedroom and I’ll give you a list.”
He chuckled, dropping his burger next to mine and sliding out from behind the peninsula… just as his phone rang.
“Fuck!” he hissed, and I turned in the middle of my hallway to see him answer the call. “Not a good ti—” He slid a hand to the back of his neck and dropped his head. “Shit.” He raised his head and met my eyes. “Yeah. Give me ten.”
My heart dropped and I bit my lip. “You have to go?”
“Yeah,” he breathed out on a sigh. “Emergency.”
I bobbed my head up and down in an effort to hide my disappointment. I forced my feet to move toward him and he gave me a gentle smile. “You want me to come back?”
“It’s okay.” I blew a frustrated puff of breath through my lips. “I know you’re busy.”
Hooking his hand to the back of my neck, he tugged me gently forward. “If I come back, I’m stayin’.”
I shrugged. “Stay, then.”
“Yeah?”
I gave him a slight nod and was rewarded with his lips on mine and a kiss that made me want to kneel before him for a quick taste.
“I’ll text you when I’m done,” he promised, and turned and walked out the door. I locked up behind him, then turned on the television and ‘watched’ it while I cleaned the kitchen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shadow
I PULLED UP to my sister’s apartment building and rushed upstairs, pounding on her door before I’d even caught my breath.
Glass shattering and Cat’s scream spurred me to put my boot to the door and kick it open. I heard footsteps behind me and scowled at Shutter over my shoulder. “You’re late.”
I didn’t spend any more time on him as I headed for the sounds of struggles, pushing into Catalina’s room and finding her fighting with some asshole who’d gotten her to the ground.
“Not today, dickhead,” I growled, wrapping my arm around his neck, and dragging him off my sister.
Shutter grabbed Catalina and guided her out of the room. I forced myself to focus on the issue at hand and slammed him to the ground, settling my knee to his neck. He tried to wriggle away, but he was a pencil necked piece of shit who had no idea how to fight, let alone defend himself.
“Shut the fuck up,” I ordered.
“Get off me,” he said on a whimper as I gave him a pat down, retrieving his wallet from his pocket.
“If you ever come near my sister again, I will make it so you shit in a bag, do you hear me?”
“Yes. Just get off me.”
I slid his driver’s license out of his wallet and held it between two fingers. “I know where you live now,” I glanced at the ID, “Dale Dawson. I also have your social security number because not only are you an asshole, you’re a moron and you should keep that