better camera angle.
“You okay?” Willow asked, stepping out of the pantry.
“Don’t come over here,” I demanded, and her eyes widened. “Rabbit sent an inappropriate picture.”
“How inappropriate?”
“His very delicious dick,” I retorted.
Willow’s eyes widened. “Then I will definitely stay over here.”
“What’s the verdict?” I asked, nodding to my meaty hands, then blowing a lock of hair out of my eyes.
“We’ve got buns and cheese—”
“I’ve got the wiener,” I retorted.
“I did not need that visual,” Willow said with a chuckle. “But we’ll skip the wieners and just do burgers.”
“Perfect,” I said. “I’ll start making the patties.”
* * *
Rabbit arrived back at the barn a few hours later, and I made a run for him as soon as he and Doc walked through the door.
“Hey, Pebbles,” he said, kissing me quickly.
“Hi.” I gripped his cut. “Thank you for the note.”
He grinned. “You asked for a message during the meeting.”
“I did,” I conceded. “Maybe next time, give me a little warning. Willow was with me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “She saw it?”
I shook my head. “Only because she actually respects boundaries. If it had been Jasmine…”
He laughed. “I get your point.”
“Actually, I think I got your point.”
Rabbit rolled his eyes. “You’re hilarious.”
“Thanks for noticing,” I sassed. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“We made burgers. I put a patty aside for you.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“Will you fill me in?” I asked.
He studied me. “Later.”
I smiled and nodded, then led him into the kitchen where I’d set his dinner aside.
“Fuck, are those cupcakes?”
“They are,” I said. “Chocolate, vanilla, and red velvet, I think.”
“Willow make ’em?”
“Nope. Kennedy.”
“Oh, shit, she did?” He made his way to the tower of cupcakes, snagging a vanilla one from the bottom plate. “She baked that cake for Remi’s goin’ away, right?”
“Yes,” I said. “How do you remember stuff like that?”
He cocked his head. “Because I got a fuckin’ boner after eatin’ it. It was the best cake I’d ever had.”
I wrinkled my nose as he shoved the sweet treat into his mouth. “Until you taste one I make you.”
Rabbit smiled gently. “Yeah, baby, I know yours will be way fuckin’ better than hers, but since that hasn’t happened, I’ll enjoy this one.”
I sighed. “Fine. But control yourself. I want to be the only reason you get a boner.”
He chuckled, closing the distance between us and leaning down to kiss me. “It was a figurative boner. You’re the only one who can give me a real one.”
“Hmm-mm,” I hummed. “How was the cupcake?”
“You haven’t had one?”
“I was going to wait for you,” I admitted. “But, since you decided to eat your dessert first…” I grabbed a red velvet and bit into it, letting out an orgasmic groan. “Oh my god, now I have a boner.”
Rabbit burst out laughing, grabbing a paper plate and putting two of each flavor on it.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m hoarding a few so I can eat them off your body later. We’ll find a legitimate reason to enjoy our boners.”
I chuckled, singing out Weird Al’s ‘Foil’ as I grabbed the foil from the pantry. Rabbit wrapped the cupcakes up and set them aside, and I went about cooking his burger.
* * *
“Now!” I screamed, my climax rocking my body as Rabbit slammed into me from behind.
He let out a grunt and then rolled us onto our sides as we both tried to catch our breath.
“Should we tell Kennedy her cupcake frosting tastes even better when I lick it off your pussy?” Rabbit asked.
I licked my lips. “I assume that’s a rhetorical question.”
He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “She should really open her own shop.”
“I know. We’ve talked to her about it before. I don’t think she has the capital.”
“That’s kinda important,” he said, sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom.
I rolled over and wrinkled my nose. “We need to change the sheets.”
Rabbit returned with a warm washcloth and settled it between my legs. “Shower first.”
We showered slowly, making sure every inch of our bodies were clean…in between getting them dirty a few times, then we made the bed and climbed into it.
I kissed his chest, then slid my arm over his belly. “I want details, Zane. I know you’re not supposed to share everything, but I want you to share everything anyway.”
He stroked my cheek and nodded. “Did you ever meet Jaxon Quinn?”
“Isn’t he Lyric’s brother-in-law?”
“Yes.”
“No, I never met him, but I’ve heard of him.” I settled my chin on my hand and met his eyes. “Is he involved?”
“Indirectly,” Rabbit said. “Jaxon used to be Taxi’s handler. Apparently, Dalton has now been