Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,14
gripped my hips and slid his dick inside of me from behind.
“Yes,” I hissed.
While one hand held my hip steady, his other slid under my shirt, tugging the cups of my bra down so he could roll my nipples between his fingertips.
I dropped my head back to his shoulder, continuing to hold onto the doorframe to stay upright as he slammed into me, burying himself deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he rasped.
“Give me a second,” I begged, pressing back into him to take him deeper.
“Parker…”
“Jesus, slap me, Rabbit. Now!” His hand connected with my ass and I groaned. “Again.”
He did it again and I exploded, screaming his name as my pussy contracted around his dick. He wasn’t far behind me, biting my shoulder gently as his dick pulsed inside of me.
I licked my lips and took several deep breaths as we stood still and caught our breath.
“Jesus, baby, you just get sexier,” he rasped, pulling gently out of me and turning me to face him.
I smiled, cupping his face. “Back atya.”
He kissed me, then pulled his jeans up and I realized we’d just made our own sex tape. “Oh my god.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The camera,” I said. “We need to erase—”
“I turned it off, Pebbles.” He grinned. “But I kinda wish we hadn’t.”
“Oh, stop,” I said with a groan, heading to the bathroom to clean up.
Rabbit followed.
“I wish you hadn’t destroyed my underwear,” I complained. “I’m gonna have to go commando until we get home.”
“That’s not a problem for me,” he retorted. “Easy access.”
I rolled my eyes. “Like you need it easier.”
He laughed, washing his hands, and leaning down to kiss me. “You ready for Monday?”
I nodded. He and I were heading down to the courthouse to get our license and then Doom was doing a quickie ceremony at the club that night. “Stevie’s going to watch the shop.”
“You find a dress?”
I rolled my eyes. “Zane, it’s been less than a week. No, I haven’t found a dress. But I will in time for our big reception. And you’ll pay for it.”
“Okay, baby.” He grinned. “I’m gonna go turn the camera back on and check the doors.”
“I’ll close out the drawer.”
“Once I’m done, I’ll help you finish up.”
“Okay, honey, thanks.”
He closed the distance between us again and slid his hand to my neck. “Love that.”
“I know you do.” I leaned into his touch. “But ‘honey’ is kind of boring, don’t you think?”
“Not when you say it. And not considering I waited a long fuckin’ time to hear it.”
I bit my lip. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Pebbles, we’re good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He smiled. “Let’s get this shit done so I can take you home and put you to bed.”
“One-track mind,” I said.
“No doubt.” He kissed me again. “With your store closed tomorrow, I plan to get you good and tired tonight.”
I kissed his chin. “Can’t wait.”
“Oh, forgot to tell you,” he said. “This week, we’re installing a security system in your duplex.”
“Why?”
“Because I say so,” he said.
“Fine. Whatever.” I patted his chest.
“No pushback?”
“Nope,” I said.
“Who are you and what have you done with my woman?”
I shrugged. “I know you need it so you feel like I’m safe. I think it’s overkill, but it’s fine.”
He grinned. “Like the new you, baby.”
“Oh, don’t get too comfortable. I’m choosing my battles.”
Rabbit laughed. “Works for me.”
He kissed me and we went about finishing out the day.
Parker
THE SMELL OF bacon seeped into my dream and I came awake with my stomach rumbling. Lordy, I wanted bacon.
“Rabbit?” I whispered, rolling over and finding his side of the bed empty. That’s when I realized the smell was bacon actually being cooked in my home. I was gonna get bacon.
Sitting up, I slid out of bed and grabbed my robe, padding down to the kitchen and finding the hottest man alive standing in front of the stove, looking sexy as hell in his underwear and nothing else.
“Mornin’, Pebbles.”
I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed him between his shoulder blades. “Do you want a shirt or an apron?”
He settled a hand over one of my arms. “Nah, I’m good. Got this down to a science. I do need foil, though. Mind grabbing it?”
I opened a drawer behind him and pulled it out, naturally breaking into a full voiced version of Weird Al’s Lorde parody, “Foil.”
“Do you want the… fooooyalll,” I sang, holding it out, but pulling it away when he grabbed for it.
Rabbit chuckled. “Are you gonna sing about it or give it to