Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,28
It gave little peek-a-boos of skin without showing too much.
“Thanks.” I kissed him quickly, then we headed downstairs.
I found myself pulled away from Rabbit and lifted off my feet in a bear hug from Alamo. “You are a lifesaver. My wife slept for two hours today. Thank you.”
“Put her the fuck down,” Rabbit growled.
Ignoring Rabbit, I wrapped my arms around Alamo’s neck and hugged him back with a laugh. “You’re welcome. I love hanging with Baz.”
“Seriously, asshole, put her down,” Rabbit snapped.
Alamo waited a few more seconds before kissing my cheek and lowering me to the ground. Rabbit wrapped an arm possessively around my waist and pulled me against him. I rolled my eyes and Alamo laughed. “Go eat. You’re apparently hangry.”
He walked away and I turned, gripping Rabbit’s cut and staring up at him. “What’s going on with you?”
“Don’t like my woman gettin’ pawed at, is all.”
“Honey, he’s one of our best friends, who happens to be happily married to one of our other best friends. He wasn’t pawing at me.” I frowned. “Why are you so spun up?”
He sighed, stroking my cheek. “Borrowin’ trouble.”
I smiled gently. “Well, stop it. We’re gonna have a good time tonight, got it?”
With a nod, he leaned down and kissed me. “Yeah.”
“You’re not convincing me.”
The tightness in his expression finally relaxed and he gave me a genuine smile. “Jesus, you’re bossy.”
I chuckled. “You wish.”
He kissed me again and then took my hand and led me into the party.
Jasmine rushed up to me and grabbed my hand. “Need to borrow her for a minute.”
“Jesus,” Rabbit hissed out.
“Two minutes,” she promised.
“You just said one,” he pointed out.
“Three,” she countered.
Rabbit reluctantly let me go and Jasmine dragged me into the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re planning a pajama party,” she said. “At Lyric’s.”
Lyric’s home was incredible. It was an historic mansion in downtown Savannah, not far from the park and it had been restored from top to bottom. I loved hanging out there, although, I didn’t get a whole lot of time to do so.
“I don’t have time for a pajama party, Jazz,” I ground out as we joined the rest of the women.
“Parker seems to think she doesn’t have time for a pajama party,” Jasmine tattled.
“You’ll need to make time,” Lyric said.
“I’ve never been to a pajama party,” I admitted.
“Seriously?” Lyric asked, in abject horror.
“Seriously. Exactly what do you plan to do?”
“Drink Appletinis and watch Titanic, of course,” Lyric said, and Jasmine and Willow burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“I’d rather drink lighter fluid and watch Gator’s colonoscopy video,” I said.
“Pretty sure Gator’s not that up to date on his healthcare,” Willow retorted, as the rest of the ladies made gagging noises.
“Oh my god, I love Appletinis, they taste delicious,” Lyric countered.
I shuddered. “No, they taste like a melted down blow pop used to hide whatever cheap vodka they’re using.”
“Okay, fair. But Titanic’s awesome.” Lyric cocked her head. “What’s your problem with Titanic?”
“I don’t have a problem with Titanic. I have problems. A lot of them.”
Lyric crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“For starters, that car was way too small for an adequate deflowering. He should have fucked her like a lady. In a bed or on the deck looking up at the stars. Then, I wanted to punch Rose in the face when she wouldn’t let Jack on that door. He totally could have fit. She just had to move over an inch.”
Jasmine raised her hand. “As the token curvy woman in the room, there would have totally been enough room, and I would have never let Alamo drown.”
“Exactly,” I said, “But I really lost my shit when that crazy ass bitch chucked that big ass diamond into the ocean. And don’t even get me started with that damned theme song—”
“Okay, okay, we’ll watch the Notebook,” Lyric said with a sigh. “And someone get Miss Crankypants a white wine spritzer.”
The rest of us dissolved into giggles and I pulled Lyric in for a hug. “I love the Notebook.”
She grinned. “Well, you’d be a monster if you didn’t.”
We grabbed food and set it out on the large table against the great room wall, then I found Rabbit who was already on his second beer. I chose to stick with water for an hour or two before the tequila shots started making the rounds, then all bets were off. It was Patrón, after all, and I was lookin’ for a little hair of the dog.