Hacking the Biker's Code

by Piper Davenport

  “Why?”

  He slid my hair behind my ear, letting his finger linger over my cheek. “Because I heard you.”

  “When?”

  “When you came to my hospital room that night.”

  I scowled. “I poured my heart out to you and you shut me out.”

  “I know,” he said. “There was no way in hell I was going to subject you to everything I was gonna have to deal with knowin’ how you felt.”

  “You fucking asshole,” I hissed, trying to climb off his lap.

  He held firm. “Settle, Parker.”

  Tears pricked my eyes. “It wasn’t your place!”

  “Baby, it was my place. I wanted to come to you healthy and whole, not fucked up, barely able to walk.”

  “So, you let Raquel see you—”

  “Stop,” he growled.

  “No,” I snapped. “You were mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to love. Not hers.”

  “Not hers, Pebbles,” he agreed. “Never hers. And she didn’t take care of me, Parker. Doc did. Liv did. Doom did. Jette did, but no one else. I promise.”

  Anjenette, ‘Jette,’ was Rabbit’s foster sister and they were closer than blood. I’d met her a couple of times, but she’d had some trouble and moved a while ago, and Rabbit was really tight-lipped on exactly where she was. If he knew, he wasn’t telling anyone.

  Rabbit’s early life had not been a good one. He never knew his father, he’d died of an OD a few months before he was born, and his mother had been a drug addict, who hooked for her fixes, putting Rabbit in situations no child should ever be put in. He’d been removed from her home when he was six, and her parental rights had been terminated four years later. Word was she’d died a few years later.

  Unfortunately, he’d never been adopted, living on the streets for a couple of years until Doom took him under his wing and the club became his family. Rabbit was only sixteen at the time.

  “Raquel was here,” I countered.

  “Not for long, baby. She left two days after the explosion. I asked her to.” He smiled. “I knew what I was doing when I pushed you away. I wasn’t gonna add insult to injury by letting some random woman fuss over me.”

  “It was supposed to be me.”

  “No,” he argued. “I wasn’t going to subject you to any of that, and we’re done with that subject, Parker, so you need to get off of it.”

  “Out.”

  “Park—”

  “No.” I pointed to the door. “Get out. I’m not marrying you, Zane. Get out of my office...out of my life.”

  He chuckled, continuing to anchor me to his lap. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous when your back is up.”

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  He smiled gently. “I never wanted you to see me weak.”

  “You were hurt, Rabbit, not weak. I don’t know anyone, outside of superheroes, who could survive, let alone come out unscathed from a bomb blast.”

  “I don’t ever want to be less than a superhero in your eyes. You know this,” he said, stroking my cheek.

  I did know this. He was always the strong one for me, both physically and emotionally. I dropped my forehead to his and closed my eyes. “Why won’t you just let me hate you?”

  “You couldn’t hate me if you tried.”

  “Bet you I could,” I grumbled.

  “I love you,” he whispered, and I met his eyes.

  I covered his mouth with mine and kissed him gently. “I love you, too.”

  He grinned. “I know.”

  “We can’t do this unless you promise to follow the ‘for better or for worse’ edict. It has to work on both sides, Rabbit.”

  “I get it.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, you promise if you get hurt again, you won’t shut me out?” I pressed.

  “I promise to do my best,” he hedged.

  I rolled my eyes. “Who was on the video?”

  He frowned. “A Spider. A very young Spider who no doubt is trying to earn his patch.”

  The Spiders were a rival MC that weren’t on the up-and-up like the Dogs of Fire. They’d been making the club’s life a living hell for longer than I liked, and were behind the bomb that hurt Rabbit.

  “I thought all of that was over,” I whispered.

  “Not goin’ down this rabbit hole of a conversation, Pebbles, so let’s go ahead and change the subject.” He gave me a gentle squeeze. “What do you need me to help you with?”

  I sighed. “I need to get these wedding arrangements ready.”

  “You’re covered on that,” he informed me. “Willow’s watching the front with Dash, while Stevie works on the wedding shit.”

  “I’ll check in with Willow, then help Stevie.” He finally let me slide off his lap and stood beside me. I smiled up at him. “Are you sticking around?”

  “Yeah, baby, I’m stickin’ around, but you haven’t answered my question.”

  “Which one?” I sassed.

  “Are you stayin’ at the club, or am I comin’ to you?”

  I gripped his cut and smiled up at him. “You can come to me, I guess.”

  He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “I like that answer, baby.”

  “But... I need to go home for a bit. To my parents’,” I said. “Meet me at my place?”

  Rabbit stroked my cheek. “One hour.”

  “Two.”

  He studied me for a few seconds, then nodded. We left my office and I found that Levi had stuck around and was currently helping Stevie move buckets of flowers around in the arranging room.

  “Hi.”

  “Hey, sissy,” he said, lifting a bucket onto the table.

  “Thanks,” Stevie said to Levi, then smiled at me. “Want to see what I have so far?”

  “Yes, please.” I walked over to the sorting table and Stevie and I went through our to-do list for the day.

  * * *

  By the time we closed the shop for the night, I was drained physically and emotionally, and just wanted to go home and soak in my tub. But I had a fluffy bunny who insisted on following me home, which meant I’d probably get no sleep, let alone soak time.

  “Ready?” Rabbit asked as I locked the front door.

  “Yep,” I said and followed 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.’

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p; “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 wearing my hair up, but Jasmine had challenged me not to hide my face, so I forced myself to reveal a little more than I normally did. “You think I look like a prehistoric cartoon character?”

  “Just missin’ the bone, baby.”

  “Who says I’m missing the bone?” I challenged, and Alamo dropped his head back and laughed.

  Rabbit just smirked and tipped his beer toward me. “I like you, Pebbles.”

  “Pebbles.”

  I blinked, sitting up and hearing water slosh. Apparently, I’d fallen asleep. I glanced over my shoulder and bit my lip. Rabbit leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching me. Lordy, he was edible.

  “You interrupted my dream,” I accused, sliding back into the water.

  “Yeah? Was it good?”

  I smiled. “It was the night I met you.”

  “Oh, so it was a nightmare.”

  I snorted. “More like a rom/com.”

  I’d spent part of the night talking to Alamo and then the rest of it being grilled by Jasmine. I could tell she was enamored by him, but she wouldn’t talk to him, which was so unlike my bestie. Shortly after, she shut down, and I didn’t find out for a while that it was because she thought he and I had a thing. Only it wasn’t even close to a thing.

  Obviously, my thing was prone to furry creatures who multiply, not so much men who lost their mission. Rabbit appeared in front of me, holding a towel. “You ready to get out and get wet for an entirely different reason?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Is this your idea of foreplay?”

  “Climb out and I’ll show you.”

  I pulled the plug on the tub and rose to my feet, letting Rabbit steady me as I stepped out. He wrapped the towel around me and kissed me gently. “You exhausted?”

  “Very,” I admitted, tying the towel to my chest.

  “Okay, baby, you get dressed and I’ll lock up.”

  “After wine.”

  “I’ll lock up now, but you can get dressed after the wine.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Like you haven’t already double checked every window and door.”

  “This is true. Already poured you a glass of wine as well.”

  I smiled up at him. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

  “No, it’s not,” he countered, patting my butt and walking out of the room.

  I shook my head. No, it wasn’t.

  It was his dick and he knew it.

  I dressed in a pair of short shorts and a white tank top, then headed into the kitchen where Rabbit had a glass of my favorite red ready and waiting.

  “Why the fuck do you dress like that and expect me to keep it in my pants?”

  “I don’t expect you to keep it in your pants.”

  “Thought you were exhausted.”

  “I am,” I confirmed. “But I dressed like this to make sure you took care of me before I reached a catatonic state.”

  “You’ve had a shit day, baby, you sure you don’t just want me to sleep with you?”

  “What’s the one thing I always want when I’ve had a shit day?” I challenged, taking a sip of wine.

  “It’s been a while, Parker, so the fact you’re askin’ me that question gives me pause,” he retorted.

  “What’s the one thing I always used to want when I had a shit day, and, truth be told, hasn’t actually changed from the first time I had it.”

  “That’s a lot of words, Pebbles.”

  “Rabbit, just answer the question,” I growled.

  “My dick.”

  “Exactly. So, how about you go get naked and give it to me?”

  “My wish is your command.”

  “No, your dick is my command.”

  He laughed. “That too.”

  I grabbed the bottle of wine and followed him down the hall and into my bedroom. He already had his shirt off and I leaned against the doorframe and watched him remove the rest of his clothes.

  “Slower,” I ordered, and Rabbit chuckled, sliding his jeans down his hips slowly. I licked my lips and raked my eyes over his body. “Lordy, you’re ridiculously gorgeous.”

  He closed the distance between us and took the wine bottle and glass from me, setting them on the dresser. “Back atya, Pebbles.”

  I slid my hands up his chest. “You gonna make me come?”

  “A hundred times.” He gently ran his thumb over my mouth. “How’s your lip?”

  “A little sore, but it’ll heal.”

  He kissed the corner of my mouth gently and stroked my cheek. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.”

  I stroked the back of his neck. “After I come a hundred times.”

  His hands slid under the waistband of my panties and squeezed my bottom. “At least.”

  Lifting me off my feet, he gently dropped me on the bed and slid my shorts and panties down my legs, throwing them into the corner. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out, kissing his way down my body and tonguing my clit.

  I had a love-hate relationship with my looks. I mean, what woman doesn’t? I knew I was beautiful in the classic sense, long, dark hair, big green eyes that got me mor
e notice than I wanted, and I was thin. The problem was, I didn’t want to be thin. It didn’t matter how much I ate, I just didn’t gain weight. My parents had made doctors check for all manner of diseases just in case that was the reason I wasn’t meeting my weight charts.

  I was healthy. Perfectly so, but would be stuck being thin with little boobs. I desperately wanted to be curvy like Jasmine with a pair of knockers that would bring a man to his knees. Unfortunately, using ‘knockers’ as an adjective might have revealed me as more of a nerd to people, so along with my awkward, skinny body, I was also smart with huge thick glasses and braces.

  Until my senior year of high school. Still skinny, mind you, but the braces were gone and I’d discovered contacts. And that’s when boys discovered me.

  But I was still painfully shy and insecure about my looks, so I closed in on myself until I met Jasmine and Willow. They helped me blossom and when I met Rabbit, well, he made me soar.

  I wove my fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth. He bit, licked, and blew his way around my pussy until I could no longer hold back an orgasm, screaming his name as I came. He climbed up my body, sliding into me as I continued to come down from my high, linking his fingers with mine and sliding my hands above my head.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched up, drawing him deeper into me. “Zane,” I breathed out.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “I love you.”

  “I know.” He thrust harder. “Love you too.”

  “I want your baby.”

  His thrusts stopped. “Come again?”

  “Yeah, I want that too,” I said. “But you need to keep going to make that happen, so you can put a baby in me.”

  He met my eyes. “Don’t say shit unless you mean it, Parker.”

  “I do mean it,” I said, tugging a hand from his grip and stroking his face. “Our marriage is apparently inevitable, and I’d like to start making a baby right away. Now would be good.”

  I’d gone off the pill a couple of months ago because it was messing with my hormones too much. The doctor wanted to talk about a shot or IUD, but I wasn’t a fan of needles or some piece of plastic having free rein in my uterus, so I had been using condoms.

  He pulled out, tugged his condom off and buried himself deep again, closing his eyes and kissing me gently. “Then, let’s start now.”