Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,24

you conscious.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Killjoy.”

He kissed me again and walked me to the van.

“…and you promise there are no hidden cameras in the club,” Olivia said, gripping Doc’s cut and staring up at him.

“I have no fuckin’ idea if there are hidden cameras in the club, baby. I don’t own it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Who do you have on the inside reporting information back to you?”

“You have a vivid imagination.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her quickly. “Go have fun, baby.”

“You have a reprieve, but I swear to god, if someone tries to make us go home before we want to, you and I are gonna have a very tense conversation.”

“I’ll hide the kitchen appliances,” he retorted, smacking her butt as he helped her into the van.

Jasmine and Willow burst into laughter as they followed Olivia and I knew I was going to need to find out what the hell that was all about.

I waited until the sliding door was closed and everyone was buckled in. “Spill,” I demanded, and Jasmine grinned.

“Before Olivia and Doc made it official,” Jasmine said, “Liv had a penchant for throwing small kitchen appliances at Doc’s head.”

“Or frying pans,” Lyric added.

“Oh my god,” I rasped, trying to catch my breath. I was laughing so hard, I was nearly snorting.

“In my defense, I was a little insecure about where I stood with Doc.”

“Even though he told you over and over again how much he loved you, and showed you every second he could,” Jasmine countered.

Olivia grimaced. “I was a little unstable then. But it’s all good now. I haven’t even thrown a pillow at him. I’ve evolved.”

“We’re all so, so proud,” Lyric said, and Olivia laughed.

“We’re here.” Mouse pulled the van into the parking lot of Blurr and turned off the engine, turning to face us. “Y’all know the ground rules, right?”

“Dance until we can’t stand, and fuck the first hottie I come across,” Kennedy quipped.

I watched as Mouse turned his head toward her…slowly, and then I heard Quin whisper, “Oh, shit.”

Continuing to stare Kennedy down, Mouse said, “Ladies, go ahead and step out. Kennedy and I are gonna have a quick conversation.”

“No, we’re not,” Kennedy countered.

Mouse gently took her arm as she tried to move to the door. “Ladies. Please.”

With that one quiet, “Please,” we scrambled out of the van where Shadow helped us stay on our feet.

“Close the door, brother,” Mouse said, and Shadow nodded, sliding the door closed.

In another lifetime, I would have protested, but having been around these bikers for a while now, and knowing Mouse personally, I had no qualms about leaving him alone in a van with the object of his desire, knowing he was gonna give her a little verbal spanking.

The door opened a few minutes later and a fuming Kennedy stepped out of the van. “He is such an asshole.”

“What did he say?” Quin asked.

“It’s not worth repeating,” she ground out, shoving her purse strap over her shoulder. “Let’s just get inside. I’m going to get my drink on tonight…,” she turned toward Mouse and snapped, “…because I’m calling Remi tomorrow, and moving to Portland!”

Kennedy’s best friend, Remington, had fallen for and married a Dogs of Fire member out of Portland, Oregon, while she was there in a ballet conservatory. Kennedy often lamented how much she missed her, but this was the first time she’d talked, publicly, anyway, about leaving Savannah.

Mouse rolled his eyes. “Let’s get you ladies inside.”

We were a bit more somber as we made our way into the club, but once Mouse and Shadow left us, we came alive again.

* * *

Kennedy was three margaritas in when she began to rage against the machine, so to speak.

“He thinks that because he’s shoved his incredibly humongous dick in my pussy, he owns me. Huh-uh, nope. I informed him tonight that he was gonna have to find someone who actually wanted his giant cock. I do not.” She took a long sip of margarita number four. “Ever. Again. I don’t care that I had to upgrade my vibrator to extra-large because of him. I want nothing to do with his behemoth member.”

“But is his dick big?” Jasmine retorted.

“Oh my god, so big,” Kennedy mused wistfully, then shook her head. “But I don’t care. I don’t want it.”

“I thought you really liked Mouse,” Willow said.

“I thought I did, too.” Kennedy shrugged. “But I’ve decided I don’t anymore.”

“When did you decide that?” Willow pressed.

Kennedy took another long sip of her drink and then sighed.