Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,23
her hands. “Yay!”
“Say thank you to Auntie Parker,” Willow prodded.
“Thanks Auntie.” She hugged me and climbed off the sofa. “I’m gonna tell Daddy.”
“Okay, baby.” Willow grinned, waiting for her to leave the room before asking me, “I thought the party was happening next week?”
I shook my head. “My dress won’t be here for two more.”
“Does Rabbit know this?”
I chuckled. “Yes. We just got the confirmation today. Which is what I was going to tell all of you tonight.”
“That helps in the planning.”
“That’s what I said.”
“I love how we get to go out and drink to oblivion while our men stay home and watch the kids,” Olivia said, flopping into one of the oversized chairs. “I’ve pumped enough to feed the twins for a week.”
“Well done,” Willow said. “You’ll have the freedom to pump and dump tomorrow.”
“Where’s Jazz?” Olivia asked.
“She’ll be here soon,” I said.
“Pregnancy and a toddler are a handful,” Willow provided.
Just as she said that, Jasmine walked in followed by Alamo carrying their son, Sebastian. Doc walked in the room and Baz yelled, “Oc!” and pitched toward the president of the club.
Doc laughed, catching him and lifting him over his head. “Hey, buddy.”
Sebastian squealed with laughter and Doc set him on his feet.
“Come on, baby, let’s get that diaper changed,” Jasmine said.
“I got him, Firefly,” Alamo said, picking Sebastian up again and walking him to the kids’ room in the back.
Jasmine lowered herself next to me and settled her hands on her belly. “I really wish I could drink.”
“Uh-oh, rough day?”
She rolled her head toward me. “Couldn’t sleep last night. Up most of the night puking.”
“Still?” Olivia asked. “That sucks.”
“I’m rapidly approaching my third trimester and I swear, if I’m puking and as huge as I was with Sebastian, I am never getting pregnant again.”
“Are you sure you’re up to tonight?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“We don’t want you to overdo it,” Willow countered.
“Hush,” she rasped. “I want out. I miss you girls.”
I grinned. “I like that answer.”
“Hi lovelies!” Lyric called as she strolled in holding her baby Sterling.
“Hi,” Olivia said, jumping up. “You look hot as fuck.”
She really did. She wore a dark blue lace dress that hugged every curve. It landed just below her butt, it was backless and low cut in the front. It left nothing to the imagination and her silver Jimmy Choo sandals were the perfect complement.
Doom scowled behind Lyric.
“Let’s keep that talk to a minimum,” Lyric said. “Doom’s not dealing well with me dressing up.”
“You’re wearing a goddamn napkin,” he growled.
She grinned. “But it’s a pretty napkin and you liked it earlier when you asked me to keep my heels on while you lifted it over my head.”
He let out a quiet hiss, taking Sterling from her and stomping toward the kids’ playroom.
“He’s learning how to loosen his grip,” Lyric said, her tone full of sarcasm. “I’m so proud of him.”
We all burst into laughter just as Quin walked in, one of her best friends, Kennedy following. “Why am I always the last to the party?” Quin complained.
“Because Badger’s always late,” Willow retorted.
“This is sadly true.” Quin sighed. “He’s all about looking prettier than me.”
Mouse walked in and gave us all the once over. “Y’all look real pretty, ladies.”
A collective, “Thanks,” made him grin.
“The party bus awaits. I’m drivin’, Shadow’s followin’.” He waved his hand toward the front door. “Your men are waiting out front.”
We grabbed our purses and jackets and filed out to the front where our men were, in fact, waiting for us. I couldn’t stop a quiet chuckle. They all had varying levels of scowly faces as we made our way to them.
Rabbit, on the other hand, just smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, honey.” I wore a little black dress that was sleeveless, with a princess-seamed bodice, fitted waist, and fitted mini skirt. Sheer crochet lace covered my shoulders and part of my back and it was as comfortable as all get out. A pair of black booties finished off the outfit and I knew it was one of Rabbit’s favorites. Proved by the fact he’d already fucked me twice today.
“Where’s your necklace?” he asked.
“It’s here,” I said, tugging on the chain. I’d slid it under my dress so it wouldn’t get pulled off.
“Good. Mouse and Shadow’ll be with you all night, but if you need me, text me.”
“I’m gonna get drunk,” I warned.
“Hydrate in between because I want to fuck you in that dress again and I want