Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,8

him to the back. “If I say I’m going to go to my parents another day, does that mess up your plans for tonight?”

He smiled. “No, Pebbles, I’m all yours.”

I let out a relieved sigh and patted his chest.

After grabbing my things, I set the alarm and locked up the back, then we headed to my car. The club had two recruits watching the building, although, I felt like that was a bit overkill. Whoever was targeting me wanted to send a message to the Dogs. They’d done that, so I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be back.

Rabbit held my door and I slid into my car, driving almost on autopilot back to my duplex with Zane directly behind me. Pulling into my garage, I waited for Rabbit to guide his bike in beside my car, then I closed the garage door and we headed inside.

I suddenly felt nervous and couldn’t figure out what to do with my hands once I’d set my purse on my kitchen island. Rabbit dropped his jacket and cut on the arm of my sofa and faced me with a gentle smile. “You’re exhausted, huh?”

“You have no idea,” I breathed out. “I just want to soak in a hot bath and go to bed.”

“Do it, baby. I’ll check in with Doc and make sure your place is secure.”

I nodded and headed back to my bedroom, starting the water before stripping down and taking off my makeup. Sinking into the hot water seemed to melt the day away and I sighed as I leaned back against the edge of the tub.

I gripped Jasmine’s arm as we walked into the giant barn that housed the Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter and positioned myself slightly behind her. The place was imposing, and I was suddenly terrified. Willow had fallen head over heels for one of their bikers and Jasmine and I had been invited to something they called ‘family night.’

“There’s no pressure, Parker,” Jasmine crooned. “You’ve met several of these guys at Willow’s house.”

“I know. But that’s one-on-one,” I countered. “Or three-on-one, not one hundred on one.”

Jasmine snorted. “You wish.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why do you always have to take everything to a sexual level?”

“Because I need it. Obviously.”

Before I could respond, a big, beefy biker wrapped his arms around Jasmine, pulling her away from me. “Mouse!” she squealed. “What are you doing, you weirdo?”

“Jesus, Mouse, let the poor woman go,” Alamo bellowed from a doorway. I’d met Alamo a week ago, briefly, but the man left an impression. He was tall and muscular, with flawless olive skin and dark hair. Gorgeous wasn’t really a good description, because he was so much more than that.

Mouse, I hadn’t met yet, and Jasmine introduced us before he pulled her away while Alamo glared daggers into their backs.

“They won’t burst into flames,” I said.

Alamo glanced at me, then went back to watching Jasmine. “Huh?”

I nodded toward Jasmine. “You know, she’s super friendly. You should go talk to her.”

He faced me this time and focused wholly on me. “She looks like she’s busy.”

I smiled. “She’s good at looking busy.”

“Yeah? Is she fuckin’ anyone?”

“Nope,” I said. “But I won’t let you mess with her.”

“I’m not gonna mess with her. At least, nothing she won’t want.”

I chuckled. “I think that makes me feel better,” I breathed out as my eyes caught sight of one of the best looking men I’d ever seen stalk through the great room. His eyes met mine and I could have sworn my panties melted off my body.

“That’s Rabbit. You know, he’s super friendly, you should go talk to him,” Alamo parroted.

I dragged my eyes from my possible dream man and looked up at Alamo. “But I’m talking to you.”

He chuckled. “Shy, my ass,” he retorted.

I blushed. “Weirdly enough, I don’t feel shy around you.”

Alamo raised an eyebrow. “That’s not weird. I’m pretty fuckin’ fantastic.” I chuckled and Alamo presented his elbow. “Let me buy you a drink.”

I slid my hand into the crook of his arm, and we made our way to the bar where Rabbit was still standing chatting up some biker ho, smiling at me as we approached.

“Beer?” Rabbit asked Alamo.

“Yeah, brother.” Alamo pulled me up to the bar and nodded toward Rabbit. “Parker, meet Rabbit. Rabbit, meet Parker Powers.”

“Hey, Pebbles,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”

He grinned big. “You heard me.”

My hand went to my head, realizing I may have pulled my messy bun up a little higher than I thought. I wasn’t used to