Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,26
to kiss me. “I’m gonna change that right now.”
Sliding into me, he continued to hover as he kissed me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched against him.
“Harder,” I begged, slipping my hand between our bodies as he buried himself deep. I held onto his shoulder with one hand and fingered my clit with the other as he thrust into me harder and harder, until I could feel a climax building.
Lifting one leg up over his hip, I slapped my pussy and cried out his name as an orgasm washed over me.
His hand replaced mine as he continued to bury himself, working my clit as he thrust. I gripped his arms and held on as he built another orgasm in me, kissing me hard as he slammed into me.
“Now, baby,” I rasped against his lips, and my body released another mind-altering climax. He wasn’t far behind, rolling me to face him as he collapsed on the mattress.
I smiled, stroking his neck as we caught our breath. “Amazing.”
He chuckled. “You’re drunk.”
“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t amazing.”
“It was fast, but holy shit, you in nothin’ but a pair of heels does shit to me.”
I laughed. “Apparently.”
“If I didn’t just put two babies in you, then we’re doin’ it wrong.”
“Pretty sure we’re not doin’ it wrong.”
“Stay put. I’ll get you a towel.”
I licked my lips and closed my eyes. “’K.”
He left me briefly, returning with a warm washcloth to clean me up, then he grabbed me a bottled water, and made me drink the whole thing before climbing back into bed and pulling me close.
“I love you, Parker McCormick.”
I kissed his chest. “I love you, too, Zane McCormick.”
I fell into oblivion shortly after he blew out the candles.
* * *
Little mice with sharp jackhammers were working overtime in my skull, the pain seeping into my dream of Rabbit holding a little girl that looked a lot like me. I groaned, rolling over and reaching for him. All I felt was cold sheet.
“Zane?” I grumbled, forcing open one eye, then the other. He didn’t answer, so I sat up, then fell back against the pillows again.
My head was on fire.
Ugh. Too much wine.
I reached for my phone and found a bottled water sitting next to a bottle of ibuprofen. God bless my husband. Taking two pills, I sent him a text, then climbed out of bed and headed to the shower.
“Babe, you okay?” he called a few minutes later.
“Hangover from hell,” I said, peeking out of the shower curtain. “Thanks for the drugs.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome. I’m in the middle of somethin’ with Doom. Do you need me to stick around?”
“No, I’m good,” I said, and closed the shower curtain again. “Did Willow make breakfast?”
“Baby, it’s barely nine. She’s still asleep,” he said. “I’m surprised you ventured out of bed yourself.”
“Jackhammers in my skull,” I said, sulkily. “I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
He smiled, peeking into the shower to kiss me quickly. “You take your time. Come down when you’re done, and we’ll cook together.”
“Okay, honey.”
He left me and I took a little more time than I normally did in the morning. Stevie was watching the shop, so I actually had the next two days off since I was closed on Sundays. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d had two days off in a row and I couldn’t wait to spend time with the club families tonight, then wake up with Rabbit tomorrow.
I decided to dress in sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt, then slipped on a pair of Chucks and headed downstairs. My legs connecting with a Tasmanian toddler by the name of Sebastian.
“Baz!” Jasmine called, trying to outrun him.
“Hey Spazzy Bazzy,” I crooned, lifting him in my arms and giving him a squeeze.
“Park!” he squealed and hugged me.
“I’m too old for this shi…I mean, stuff,” Jasmine said, raising an eyebrow toward her son. “You are too fast for Mama.”
I grinned, keeping Sebastian in my arms as we turned toward the kitchen. “Come hang out with Auntie for a bit. We’ll let Mama have a break.”
“I love you more than my husband right now,” Jasmine breathed out.
“Still not having sex with you,” I retorted.
“You’ll change your mind. Just wait.”
I laughed, which made Sebastian laugh, and I settled him in the highchair set up in the kitchen, handing him a little pile of Cheerios to keep him busy while I made coffee.
* * *
Rabbit
“I don’t know who the fuck this person is, or persons,” I hissed.