out, Willow!” I called and went back to my task.
The handle of the door jiggled. “Why is the door locked?”
“Jesus,” I hissed. “Give me a second,” I called.
Rabbit reached to put himself back together, but I pushed his hands away. “I swear to god, Rabbit, if you don’t let me finish this, I’m going to hurt you.”
He raised his hands in surrender, and I tugged his jeans down again, working his cock back to where I wanted it.
I ran my hand up and down his length, cupping his balls with my other, and taking his cock deep in my throat and Rabbit started to thrust into me.
“You want me to come in your mouth?” Rabbit rasped.
I nodded, continuing to suck and work him as he fucked my face.
“Now, baby,” he warned, and I felt his body lock just as his cum shot down my throat. I took every ounce, milking him until he’d given me everything he had.
“Parker!” Willow snapped.
“God!” I snapped, standing and leaving Rabbit to deal with his clothing. I unlocked the door and slid out of my office, pulling the door closed again. “I’m fine.”
My bestie ran her hands over my face, then pulled me in for a hug. “You’re okay.”
“Yeah, honey, I’m okay.”
“Why were you locked inside your office?”
“None of your beeswax.”
She glanced up at me with a frown. “If someone is in there without your permiss—”
My door opened and Rabbit filled the doorframe.
Willow’s eyes widened, then narrowed, before she glanced at him, then me, and dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling. “Lord, I promise to give an extra ten percent to the missionaries in Nepal and Haiti if this is real.”
I rolled my eyes. “He was checking the cameras, Willow.”
“Checking the cameras, indeed,” she retorted.
“Parker! You got a delivery,” Mouse bellowed from the back door.
“Mouse is here?” I mused.
“I told you guys were here,” Rabbit said.
I faced him. “You said recruits.”
He shrugged. “Recruits and Mouse.”
“And you, it would seem.”
“Definitely me,” he confirmed.
“Great. Free labor,” I retorted. “So, are you good?”
He smiled slowly…knowingly. “I’m good, Pebbles.”
“Let me show you what I need done.”
“Parker?” a feminine voice called, and I recognized it as Lila Baker’s, the woman who worked at the gift shop down the way.
I walked back to the front and smiled. “Hi, Lila, everything okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “I heard someone broke in. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine. As you can see, I have a few extra people here to help and the powers that be are looking into it.”
“Oh, I’m so glad. Okay. If you’re sure you’re okay. Maybe we can have lunch next week.”
“I’d like that.”
Lila left and for the next few hours, Rabbit and I worked together like a well-oiled machine. I wasn’t surprised…he’d helped me out a number of times when I’d had big orders and he picked things up really quickly. He also collected and retained knowledge like a sponge.
But he could not put a flower arrangement together to save his life.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, rushing to my table in the prep room.
Rabbit had a bucket of white roses sitting beside him, a pair of shears in his hand, and he looked like he was about to ruin two-hundred dollars’ worth of product.
“I was gonna trim the stems,” he said.
Okay, that was sweet and something that would need to be done…eventually.
I smiled. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Oh.” He set his shears down on the table and crossed his arms. “You got a wedding this weekend, right?”
“Yep.”
“Right. I’ll help.”
I bit my lip. “I’m good, Rabbit.”
“You’re not understanding.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not?”
He moved from behind the table and closed the distance between us. “You made a declaration this morning.”
“A declaration?”
His hand slid to my neck and he tugged me forward. “You and I are in this, Pebbles, so buckle up.”
“Wait, what?” I tried to step back, but he held tight.
Rabbit smiled. “You got two weeks to find a dress, because I know that’s important to you. We’ll have a party to celebrate, but in the meantime, we’re goin’ down to the courthouse and makin’ it official.”
“Zane—”
“Parker, I’m not fuckin’ around, hear me on that. It’s been too goddam long and you’ve played this game—”
“Excuse me?” I snapped. “I haven’t played any games!”
“You don’t think?”
“How have I played a game?” I challenged.
“Um…Chad.”
I let out a quiet snort. “Chad was forever ago.”
“I’m aware.”
“Chad wasn’t a game.”
“Wasn’t he?”
I dropped my eyes.
Shit.
Chad kind of was a game.
I’d walked into the kitchen at the barn and Rabbit