Hacking the Biker's Code

by Piper Davenport

  “Control it, Pebbles,” he said, and thrust harder.

  I flexed my hands, but he refused to let go and I couldn’t stop my hips from matching his rhythm as he slammed into me, deeper and deeper, harder and harder.

  “I can’t wait, baby,” I warned, and his fingers pressed my clit again, my climax hitting me hard. I cried out his name, then he let out a grunt, thrust one more time, and I felt his dick pulse against my walls.

  Releasing my hands, he rolled, keeping us connected as he kissed me. “Jesus Christ, I love your pussy.”

  I grinned. “It loves you back.” I rolled over and cupped his face. “I need you safe, Zane.”

  “I am safe.”

  “Are you or are you not leaving the barn to go somewhere out of my sight today?” I asked.

  He sighed. “Yes, but I’ll be with Doc.”

  I settled my chin on my hand resting on his chest and met his eyes. “Out of my sight.”

  “Yeah, Parker, I’ll be out of your sight, but I’ll be with Doc and a federal agent. No one’s gonna do anything to me.”

  “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

  He stroked my back. “I’ll send you proof of life when we get there.”

  “And when you leave.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me, but conceded and said, “And when I leave.”

  “And once in between.”

  He rolled his eyes. “I’m not texting my woman in the middle of a meetin’, baby, you’re just gonna have to deal.”

  I kissed his chest. “Okay, honey, I’ll deal.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You gonna feed me now?”

  “Yeah. After I fuck you in the shower.”

  I shivered. “After you fuck me in the shower.”

  * * *

  Rabbit

  I kissed Parker and climbed on my bike, following Doc out of the compound and heading to the Bike Rack. Doc was still salty about the fact we had to meet with Dalton at all, but his irritation was no longer directed at me, so I let myself relax a little.

  Pulling up to the bar, Doc and I walked inside, and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark. It also took me a minute to recognize Dalton. He was in a corner booth, civilian clothing, and a black baseball cap low over his eyes.

  He saw us first, sliding out of his seat and standing, giving us a chin lift. Doc moved toward him, barely acknowledging his existence and I followed his lead.

  “Get us a couple of beers,” Doc directed.

  “What about Dalt?”

  “Get him one too,” he said. “If he doesn’t drink it, I will.”

  I nodded even though I wasn’t happy about it. Luckily, the bar was pretty empty, so it didn’t take long to get my order. I dropped a twenty on the counter and headed to the table, sliding a bottle to Dalton, and handing another to Doc.

  “Thanks, brother, but I’m on-duty,” Dalton said.

  “Jesus, when aren’t you?” Doc asked before snagging the bottle from him and taking a pull from it.

  “I’ve been asking myself that same question for longer than you can imagine,” Dalton replied before shifting gears. “Thank you for meeting with me. I already apologized to Rabbit for Agent Davis’s black bag operation. I had no idea he was gonna do that and if I’d known about it beforehand, I would have given you a heads up.”

  “A heads up would have been nice, but if you had caught wind of Taxi’s plan, wouldn’t you have told him to come at Rabbit a little more friendly-like?” Doc challenged.

  Dalton nodded. “That’s why I wanted to meet with the two of you face to face. I would have made it sooner, but this is the first time I’ve had any time to get away.”

  “We appreciate it,” Doc said, tipping his beer toward Dalton. “You’ve always played things straight with the Dogs. That’s why I was pissed at the way your man handled his introduction, or whatever the fuck that was.”

  “Here’s the truth,” Dalton said, leaning in. I could see him more clearly in the light and was blown away with how young he looked, even for thirty-five. This guy looked like he was in his late twenties, tops. “Our boss, Director Hardy, is next in line for the position of Deputy Director. The success of an experimental program like this would be a significant feather in his cap. The amount of quality intel Agent Davis was able to gather while working undercover with the Spiders was unprecedented. Not to mention, the way he took down their President.”

  “So, Taxi is the shiny new golden egg of the bureau,” Doc said, taking a long sip.

  “And Director Hardy is the goose who laid him. As soon as his assignment in Portland was over, Agent Davis was removed from Agent Quinn’s team, and given his own special assignment. Project K-017.”

  “Sounds like somethin’ out of a goddamned James Bond movie,” Doc said.

  “James Bond is British,” Dalton replied, without a trace of humor or irony, before continuing. “Project K-017 is like nothing the bureau had ever tried before. Agent Davis has been tasked with assembling a team of bikers, hackers, and thieves to infiltrate an interconnected network of criminals throughout the United States.”

  “Fuck James Bond, it sounds like the Avengers,” I said.

  “It sounds like suicide to me,” Dalton said. “Career suicide for Taxi, and the real kind for Rabbit.”

  “Then why the fuck are you okay including him on this?” Doc growled.

  “It’s out of my hands. Hardy has been clear. I’m to oversee and provide support when needed, but this is Agent Davis’s show. The Director is looking for ‘out of the box’ solutions in fighting what he’s dubbed ‘Modern Crime Warfare.’ Agent Davis is to be given a long leash with a loose grip.”

  “And if your department’s new huntin’ dog doesn’t bring back any birds?” Doc asked.

  “We all know what happens to those dogs, don’t we?” Dalton replied, before adding, “You know what? I think I will join you in a drink.”

  Parker

  My phone buzzed and I leaned over to see a message from Rabbit. I was in the kitchen, my hands currently wrist deep in a huge bowl of ground beef. Willow was debating whether or not she was making burgers or meatloaf, so meat kneading was in limbo awaiting instructions on further ingredients.

  I bent down and used my nose to swipe my phone open and let out a squeak as I quickly tried to bird beak the phone closed. Rabbit had apparently decided to send me a dick pic when he’d gone to ‘use the head.’ I made a mental note to discuss timing and appropriate messaging etiquette in the future.

  Along with proper lighting and a 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 assigned that role, and he wasn’t happy about how Taxi dealt with me.”

  “But?”

  “But, Dalton doesn’t have the power to stop it.”

  “Does Jaxon?”

  “Nope.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m in it, baby.”

  “You don’t have to be,” I said. “Daddy will get you out.”

  “I’m not runnin’ to your daddy, Parker.”

  “No one would know you ran to him, honey. He’d help you. You know he would.”

  He cocked his head. “I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I kind of want to be in.”

  “What?” I sat up. “Why?”

  He took my hand, linking our fingers together. “My whole life I’ve been defined by what has happened to me. Jette, the club, and you, are all I’ve ever had that I’ve chosen.”

  “You consider Jette chosen?”

  “Yeah, baby, I do. I’ve known her since I was six, and she protected me from the get. We may have been fated to be family, but we fought tooth-and-nail to stay that way.”

  “Yeah, I guess that’s true, huh?” I agreed.

  He tugged me back over him and stroked my back. “The Burning Saints’ relationship with Taxi and the Bureau has been beneficial, and if I play this right, it’ll be a good thing for us as well.”

  “Is this really all on your shoulders, though?”

  “No,” he said, kissing my temple. “That’s the beauty of being part of this club. My brothers have my back.”

  “I do, too.”

  He gave me a gentle squeeze. “I know you do.” He rolled me onto my back and smiled down at me. “It’s a big part of the reason I feel empowered to do this, Pebbles. You make me strong in ways I’ve never thought I was.”

  I cupped his face. “You’re the strongest person I know, honey.”

  “Because you make me that way.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “If you want me to back outta this, baby, say it now and I’ll tell Taxi to fuck off,” he said. “I need you to agree because I don’t think I can do it without you.”

  “It scares the shit out of me.”

  “I know, honey.”

  “But I trust you. And I trust the club, sort of.”

  He smiled. “Just sort of?”

  “They didn’t protect you from being taken, hooded, and drugged, so, yeah. Sort of.”

  “Well, they’re more vigilant now.”

  “They better be,” I said. “Because if you get hurt again, I will rage.”

  He touched his nose to mine and then kissed me. “No one wants you to rage, baby, so we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  I nodded. “Then I’m in.”

  He smiled. “Thank you.”

  “One condition.”

  “Name it.”

  “You figure out how to put a tracker somewhere they won’t know. Your ring, your neck, whatever.”

  He chuckled. “Okay, baby, we’ll figure it out.”

  I nodded, biting back a yawn.

  “Let’s go to sleep,” he said.

  “Okay,” I whispered, and he settled on his back again, pulling me close.

  I buried my face in his neck, kissing his pulse, then quickly fell asleep.

  Parker

  Three weeks passed, and life had settled down to the point where I actually started to relax a little. The prospects were killing it in the store, and they were loved by both me and the customers. I honestly didn’t know what I did before without them. It meant we could move forward with the second location, so we pulled the trigger on the space.

  Stevie took Bucky over to the new space on a permanent basis, while I kept Dice. Shadow and Mouse worked primarily at the new space to get it ready, but then they’d be back to doing their normal biker thing and we’d be on our own again.

  Today, however, was Wednesday, and Rabbit was with me all day, as well as Dice, and I was, admittedly, having way too much fun.

  Rabbit was watching the front because we’d gotten a big birthday party order and I needed to arrange everything in order for
Dice to drive the flowers to the venue, so I was in the back room, doing my thing, ear buds in, rocking out to Whitesnake.

  I had just packed the last arrangement into a box and turned to make my way out to the front when I caught Rabbit leaning against the doorjamb, a stupid grin on his face. I squeaked and pulled my ear buds out. “Why do you keep doing that?”

  He laughed. “Because you’re fuckin’ gorgeous shakin’ your ass while you work your passion.”

  I gripped his cut. “You’re sexy when you’re analyzing me.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. “You’re sexy all the time.”

  “You always have to one-up me on the romance front.”

  He cupped my cheek. “Can’t help that you bring out the best in me.”

  I sighed. “See?”

  He grinned. “You ready for me and Dice to load the van?”

  “Yep. Are you going with him?”

  Rabbit shook his head. “Shadow’s on his way.”

  I bit back tears.

  “What’d I say?” he asked.

  “Y’all are just so sweet. I have an amazing family and now I have an incredible husband who has brothers that will do anything for me, and it’s humbling.”

  “You’re ours, Parker. We protect what’s ours.”

  “I’m finally getting that, honey,” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

  “Love you, Pebbles.”

  “Love you back.”

  “If you two are done suckin’ face, Shadow and I’d like to load the van,” Dice said as he walked into the arranging room.

  I grinned and showed the men what was going to the party. They headed for the drop off and Rabbit and I worked the store alone for the rest of the day.

  * * *

  Saturday arrived and it was family night at the barn. I couldn’t wait to spend time with our people, then do nothing the next day. Rabbit had had his first meeting with Taxi the day before, but he was pretty tight-lipped on what went on, so I was hoping I could get him relaxed and happy enough to spill the details tonight.

  My plan was a simple one. Beer, tequila, blow job, repeat.

  We left the shop and I was on the back of Rabbit’s bike, which really only managed to make me a horny, ravenous beast by the time we got to the barn, so beer and tequila would have to wait, because I needed his dick in my mouth.