Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,22
and hung up.
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Parker
Friday night, Rabbit drove me to the barn where I was meeting the rest of the ladies before we headed out as a group to Blurr.
I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud, but I was kind of excited to be patronizing the new club. I hadn’t had a night of drinking and dancing with my girls in a long time, and now that my circle of friends had multiplied, I was practically bouncing off the walls.
“You need me to take care of some of that energy for you, wife?” Rabbit asked, pulling me into one of the bunk rooms and pushing me up against the locked door.
I slid my hands up his chest. “Pretty sure the margaritas and dancing’s gonna take care of that, husband, but thanks.”
He slid my skirt up my hips and knelt in front of me, pressing his lips to my mound. I felt my panties flood immediately. “Let me get you started.”
“I’m already soaked,” I complained as he tongued my clit through the lace of my panties.
“This isn’t a problem for me.” He hooked his fingers under the edges and slid them down my thighs, stopping at my knees before sliding his tongue over my clit. “So fuckin’ sexy.”
“I can’t spread like this, Zane,” I rasped, sliding my hands into his hair.
He slipped his hand between my legs, dipping a finger inside of me as he palmed my clit. “I don’t want you to spread yet.”
I mewed as he worked my pussy into a quivering mess.
Literally.
I moaned as I came on his fingers and he lifted his hand to his mouth, licking each digit clean. “Fuckin’ delicious.”
I bit my lip and smiled as I tried to catch my breath. I leaned down to fix my panties, but he stopped me.
“I’m not done,” he said, kissing me, then nodding toward the window. “Shuffle on over to that chair and bend over.”
“Honey, I’m wearing four-inch heels.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me and carrying me to the chair. “Bend over.”
I did so immediately.
I heard the clang of his belt buckle and I swear my pussy flooded again, as I braced my hands on the arms of the chair.
Then he was inside of me and I desperately wanted to throw my panties in the corner. “Rabbit,” I panted out. “My underwear…”
“Are gonna stay right where they are,” he said, smacking my ass.
“Oh, god,” I squeaked, my walls contracting as he buried himself deep.
“Don’t come.”
“Then quit slappin’ my ass,” I hissed.
He grunted, slamming into me, then pulling out slowly.
“You’re punishing me for something,” I complained. “I just don’t know what.”
He chuckled burying himself deep again. “Just want you to remember the feel of my dick in your cunt, Pebbles.”
“In what universe would I forget?” I demanded, pushing back against him.
“Good answer, baby.”
He slammed into me, again and again until an orgasm hit me hard and fast. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming his name and he caught me around my waist before I completely lost my hold on the chair.
He slid his hand between my legs from the front and fingered my clit as he continued to slam into me until he let out a quiet grunt and his dick pulsed inside of me.
“No way in hell I’ll ever forget that,” I whispered, dropping my head back on his shoulder.
He kissed the nape of my neck before pulling out of me. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.” I faced him with a smile. “I have wipes in my purse.”
“Of course you do.”
“Don’t judge me. You fuck me in weird places. I need to be prepared.”
He chuckled, pulling his jeans up and grabbing my purse off the floor, handing it to me. I cleaned up, wrapping the wipes in a tissue and handing them to Rabbit.
“What am I supposed to do with these?”
“You made the mess, you clean it up.”
He chuckled, kissing me quickly. “Fair.”
We headed out to the great room and Rabbit left me to discard the trash while I sat on the sofa next to Willow. Her daughter, Alfie, climbed up between us. “Auntie Pebbles?”
I bit back a laugh. The second she’d heard Rabbit call me Pebbles, I was no longer Auntie Parker.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Is Rabbit your boyfriend?”
“He’s actually my husband now.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Oh.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to be flower girl.”
“You still can, honey. We’re going to have a big party next month. Mama can find you a pretty dress and you can be the flower girl.”