Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,10
corner. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out, kissing his way down my body and tonguing my clit.
I had a love-hate relationship with my looks. I mean, what woman doesn’t? I knew I was beautiful in the classic sense, long, dark hair, big green eyes that got me more notice than I wanted, and I was thin. The problem was, I didn’t want to be thin. It didn’t matter how much I ate, I just didn’t gain weight. My parents had made doctors check for all manner of diseases just in case that was the reason I wasn’t meeting my weight charts.
I was healthy. Perfectly so, but would be stuck being thin with little boobs. I desperately wanted to be curvy like Jasmine with a pair of knockers that would bring a man to his knees. Unfortunately, using ‘knockers’ as an adjective might have revealed me as more of a nerd to people, so along with my awkward, skinny body, I was also smart with huge thick glasses and braces.
Until my senior year of high school. Still skinny, mind you, but the braces were gone and I’d discovered contacts. And that’s when boys discovered me.
But I was still painfully shy and insecure about my looks, so I closed in on myself until I met Jasmine and Willow. They helped me blossom and when I met Rabbit, well, he made me soar.
I wove my fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth. He bit, licked, and blew his way around my pussy until I could no longer hold back an orgasm, screaming his name as I came. He climbed up my body, sliding into me as I continued to come down from my high, linking his fingers with mine and sliding my hands above my head.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched up, drawing him deeper into me. “Zane,” I breathed out.
“Yeah, baby.”
“I love you.”
“I know.” He thrust harder. “Love you too.”
“I want your baby.”
His thrusts stopped. “Come again?”
“Yeah, I want that too,” I said. “But you need to keep going to make that happen, so you can put a baby in me.”
He met my eyes. “Don’t say shit unless you mean it, Parker.”
“I do mean it,” I said, tugging a hand from his grip and stroking his face. “Our marriage is apparently inevitable, and I’d like to start making a baby right away. Now would be good.”
I’d gone off the pill a couple of months ago because it was messing with my hormones too much. The doctor wanted to talk about a shot or IUD, but I wasn’t a fan of needles or some piece of plastic having free rein in my uterus, so I had been using condoms.
He pulled out, tugged his condom off and buried himself deep again, closing his eyes and kissing me gently. “Then, let’s start now.”
Rabbit
“YOU GOT EVERYTHING you need?” I asked Parker after helping her load a fuckin’ shitload of flowers into the church, then the reception venue.
“Yeah,” she said distractedly.
“Mouse is hangin’ with you.”
“What? Why?” she asked, now wholly focused on me.
“Need to do somethin’.” I smiled, leaning down to kiss her but she covered my mouth with her fingers.
“What?” she asked.
I kissed her fingers, then moved her hand. “Club business.”
“What. Are. You. Doing?” she insisted.
“I’ll tell you when I’m done.”
“Zane McCormick, are you doing something dangerous?”
“No,” I said. She narrowed her eyes and I smiled. “Promise. Give me a kiss and don’t fuck with Mouse.”
“Why can’t I mess with Mouse?”
“He’s here on Alamo’s orders,” I said.
“Why is Alamo in this at all?”
“Because he’s the boss, Pebbles, you know this.”
“He’s not the boss of me.” She wrinkled her nose and was so fuckin’ adorable, I wanted to drag her into an alcove and fuck her.
“It’s cute you think that,” I retorted. “But regardless, he’s one of your best friends, so let’s just leave it at that, yeah? He wants Mouse on you when I’m not and I’ve got shit to do.”
“Is Mouse as good as—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I warned.
“What?” She wrinkled her nose. “I was going to ask if Mouse was as good at carrying heavy things as you are.”
“Sure, you were.”
She rolled her eyes. “When will you be done?”
“Don’t know.”
Parker let out a little huff. “Rabbit, you need to give me something.”
“I will. When I’m done.”
She waved her hand in irritation. “Which will be…?”
I chuckled. “When I’m done.”
She let out a frustrated groan, gripping my cut. “If you get yourself blown up again, you and I are going to