Quieting the Biker's Rage

by Piper Davenport

  The hostess led us to a romantic table by the window with an unobstructed view of the water. The sun was just beginning to set and it was perfect. Wes held my chair while I settled myself, then he took his seat and the hostess handed us our menus.

  I promptly set mine aside and Wes chuckled. “You know what you want, huh?”

  “Always.”

  “Filet mignon, medium rare?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “How could you possibly remember my order?”

  “I pay attention when I’m interested in someone or something.”

  “Charmer.”

  He chuckled. Dinner progressed with easy conversation and light flirting, but I found my mind often turning to Doom, which I found disconcerting. It was probably just the lingering effects of the orgasm he gave me. I more than likely just needed another one to get him out of my system.

  Lyric

  FIVE MONDAYS LATER, I walked into my house and discovered not one, but two of my kitchen lightbulbs were out. Shit like this always happened at the worst time. You know, like when you break your leg and can’t climb a ladder.

  I limped into the parlor and unplugged a couple of my lamps, transferring one to my dinette and the other to my kitchen island. It wasn’t a permanent fix, but it helped. I’d just opened my fridge to figure out what to make for dinner when my phone rang. It was Doom.

  “Well, hi there,” I said, my heart racing in a really good way. We’d been on a good sex schedule so far. Monday, Friday, and sometimes Sunday or Tuesday depending on the week. I don’t know why I didn’t make a deal like this ages ago.

  “Hey, babe, you up for some relief?” Doom asked.

  I bit my lip. “Well, that depends.”

  “On?”

  “How do you feel about heights?”

  “Used to be a firefighter, Angel, heights aren’t a problem.”

  “Right. Well, I’ve got a couple of bulbs out in my kitchen ceiling and I can’t climb a ladder right now…”

  He chuckled. “No problem. I’ll screw them, then you. See you in a few.”

  “Okay,” I breathed out.

  He arrived twenty minutes later and came in through my garage. He greeted me with a sexy as fuck kiss, making me want to throw him on my kitchen floor and fuck him right there and then.

  Damn boot.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Hi,” I said with a sigh. “You smell good.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Like the woods.”

  “Irish Spring.”

  I chuckled. “You showered with the fancy soap?”

  “I showered with the fancy soap on a rope.”

  “Wow, I feel special.”

  “You should.” He kissed me again. “Now, where are the replacement lightbulbs and shit?”

  “Everything’s in the garage. Want me to order a pizza?”

  “Pizza’d be good. Pepperoni, olive, and mushroom.”

  “Okay.”

  While Doom took care of my lights, I took care of our food. Everything took less than half an hour, which meant we were at my kitchen island with pizza and beer eating under bright lights and laughing at the look of horror on the pizza guy’s face when Doom had threatened to introduce his face to the pavement.

  “I really shouldn’t laugh,” I said. “He was young and he was trying to flirt.”

  “He was a classic predator, preyin’ on what I’m sure he hoped was a single woman alone.”

  “Wow, you sound like Harmony.”

  “Yeah, well, she would know.” He took a swig of beer, then met my eyes. “You need to be careful, Angel.”

  “I am, Doom. Promise.” I leaned my chin in my palm. “Why do you call me Angel?”

  His mouth twitched. “Got my reasons.”

  “Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “So, you used to be a firefighter and now you own a body shop, right?”

  “You really didn’t read that file, did you?”

  “I told you I didn’t.”

  “A lot of people tell me lots of things, Lyric. Don’t mean they’re not lyin’.”

  “I will never lie to you, Lincoln. I might not always be able to tell you things, for obvious reasons, but I’ll never lie.”

  He cocked his head. “Crazy as this sounds, but I believe you.”

  “So,” I prodded. “Firefighter…”

  “Ah, yeah, was a firefighter. Decided I didn’t want to do it anymore. Opened a body shop next to Alamo’s. He’s a mechanic.”

  “Don’t you need training?”

  He stared at me for a few seconds and I stared back.

  “I’m not asking for your heart’s secrets, Lincoln. I’m trying to get to know the man who’s shoving his incredibly large dick inside my vagina.”

  He dropped his head back and laughed and I swear, said vagina tingled with need.

  “Okay, let me see.” He wiped his mouth and tapped his fingers on the kitchen island. “I’ve always tinkered with cars. My uncle was a mechanic and he taught me to fix pretty much everything, but I was that artsy kid who painted and shit, so he helped me focus on the body side of it. My dad does construction and I worked construction with him most summers. It was a chance to get out of the house and spend time with him. On weekends, I’d work with my uncle. Then, senior year, a friend’s house burned down, everyone was okay, but he and I were jacked up on adrenaline and the need to be heroes, so we decided to go into the fire academy together. I worked with my dad on my days off helping my friend’s family rebuild the house, then I worked for the fire department until… well, until I was done and now I do this.”

  “Are you and your dad still close?”

  “Story time’s over,” he said, sliding off his stool. “Now it’s time for me to shove my incredibly large dick into your already wet pussy.”

  “You don’t know it’s already wet.”

  “Oh, it’s already wet.”

  He helped me up the stairs and kissed me as he removed my clothes, lifting me gently onto the bed. “Can’t wait for you to get that boot off, Angel.”

  “You and me both, bud.”

  He helped position my leg over the pillows and made sure I was comfortable. “Yeah, but I bet not for the same reasons.”

  I raised an eyebrow as he removed his clothes. “Do tell.”

  “I’m ready to fuck you in all manner of different positions.”

  I shivered. “Doom! Why do you say things like that when there’s nothing you can do about them? It’s mean. Nay, it’s bordering on cruel and unusual punishment.”

  “Oooh, are you going to slap me with a tort?”

  I laughed. “Ah, that’s not really how that works.

  “Slapping me with any kind of pie works, baby. But right now, I’m interested in some honey,” he said, burying his face in my pussy.

  I gripped his head and dug my heel into the mattress to keep my body from floating off the bed, arching into his mouth. God, I wish I could use my other leg.

  “Doom, now. Don’t make me wait.”

  He smiled up at me. “Eager, Angel?”

  I let out a frustrated growl in answer and he laughed, crawling up my body and sliding into me. Slowly. Jerk.

  “Lincoln,” I warned.

  He kissed me, putting me out of my misery and buried himself deeper inside of me, then he moved, slamming into me harder and harder until I came so hard, I screamed his name.

  “Now that I’m deaf…,” he rasped, running his nose against mine.

  “Whatever. You loved every second.”

  He chuckled and kissed me gently, then slid out of me, pulling me against his chest. “Do you have a date to get the boot off yet?”

  “About three more weeks.”

  “You let me know and I’ll go with you.”

  “Okay.”

  Doom ran a finger over one of my scars and asked, “You feel like sharin’?”

  “You didn’t find everything out you wanted to know when you did your background check?”

  “I saw the polic
e report, yes. But I didn’t go medical records deep.”

  “I was right out of law school, working for the DA’s office and Garrett Smalls was being prosecuted for rape, kidnapping, and murder. We had him dead to rights on everything, but I still wanted to make sure no rock was left unturned. Which meant, I was on his radar. Long story short, he made bail. His grandmother’s loaded and she got him out. I was supposed to have a detail on me twenty-four-seven, but he got to me during the shift change.”

  Doom pulled me a little closer and I closed my eyes, the memories flooding back.

  “He stabbed me in my abdomen nine times before he was pulled off of me. Irreparable damage to my uterus, but otherwise, no major organs hit. Lucky to be alive, yada yada.”

  “I’m sorry, Angel.”

  I forced a smile and glanced up at him. “It sucked. Big time. But I couldn’t dwell in what could have been and wasn’t, or I’d have curled up and died. I have a great life and an incredible career, and now I have my sexual needs tended to, so what’s not to be thankful for?”

  Doom chuckled, rolling me onto my back and kissing me. “Your sexual needs are tended to, huh?”

  “Quite nicely, yes.”

  “I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me a good review on Yelp.”

  “Yelp does reviews for gigolos?”

  “Yelp does reviews for everything,” he retorted, kissing me.

  I chuckled, stroking his beard. “I have a loaded question for you.”

  He sighed, closing his eyes. “What?”

  “Quinlan’s invited me out for girls’ night Friday night.”

  “Quinlan McKellar?” he said in surprise.

  “Um, sure? I knew her when she was with Michael. But we reconnected at the benefit dinner and she said she’d invite me out next girls’ night. I know Alamo’s wife will be there, along with a few of the others from your club and I don’t think they know we’re… you know.”

  He rolled off me and onto his back. “No, they don’t.”

  “So, before I say yes, I want to make sure it’s not a conflict for you.”

  “You do whatever you want to do, Lyric,” he said, sliding off the bed. “I don’t really give a fuck.”

  “Whoa,” I snapped, sitting up. “Where did that come from?”

  “I don’t like people knowin’ my business.”

  I nodded. “Yes. I’m aware.”

  “Especially not my brothers’ women.”

  “Lincoln, I wasn’t planning on telling them about our arrangement. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to make you uncomfortable.” I slid off the mattress. “Somewhere along the way, you’ve gotten the impression that it’s okay to speak to me that way. It’s not. If you’re not willing to have an adult conversation with me, I’d like you to leave.”

  He snagged his clothes off the floor. “Fine.”

  He dressed quickly and headed for the door.

  “Thanks for changing my lightbulbs,” I said quietly.

  He paused, lowered his head, then moved right on out my bedroom door and didn’t look back. Jebus, I thought women were moody.

  * * *

  Friday night arrived and I got dressed with both nervous excitement and trepidation. I hadn’t had one text from Doom all week, and there was no way in hell I was going to text him. He was obviously pissed about something, but I had no idea what. So much for not ghosting me.

  Wes had called on Tuesday to schedule another date for Saturday, so I had to make sure I didn’t push my limit tonight with alcohol. The last thing I needed was a hangover while I was out with Wes.

  I decided to wear the same dress I’d worn on my date with Wes last time to girls’ night. It was super comfortable and it hid my boot, plus, I felt cute in it.

  Quin offered to pick me up, so I was excited to have the freedom to drink a little more than I might normally on a night out.

  Quin arrived right as I secured my watch and I opened the door and grinned. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” she said, hugging me. “You look gorgeous.”

  “So do you.” She wore dark skinny jeans and black booties with an off the shoulder blouse that fit snugly around her trim waist. Her long, dark hair was pulled up at the sides and she’d kept her makeup light. “Come in for a second. I’m just throwing a few things in my purse.”

  “I remember when this place was on the market,” she said, closing the door behind her. “You’ve done wonders with it.”

  My home was less than a block from Forsyth Park, in the historic district, and I loved it. It had been built in 1860 and had been a wreck, but I’d spent two years restoring it to its current beauty and it was now worth four times what I paid for it fifteen years ago. It didn’t really matter, I can’t imagine ever selling it.

  “Thank you. It’s absolutely my dream house.”

  “I can see why.”

  “Okay, I’m ready,” I said, grabbing my bag.

  “Let’s go.” She grinned. “The girls are dying to meet you.”

  “Let me guess. Because I’m Melody Morgan’s sister?”

  “What? No!” She frowned. “Oh, my god. I didn’t even think about that. People must do that all the time, huh?”

  “More than you know.” I led her out the front door and locked it.

  “Ugh. People suck.” She helped me maneuver into her car, then climbed in herself.

  “Yes, people do suck.”

  She wrinkled her nose and started the car. “Well, I’m sorry people use you to get to your sister. The women you’ll meet tonight don’t give a rat’s ass about your sister, no offense. They’ll get to know you based on you and like you or not like you because of who you are. There’s no bullshit.”

  “Well, that sounds refreshing.”

  She grinned. “It really is. Being with Michael all those years was a nightmare, and I wasted so much time, but now that I’m finally with Knox, life is finally right and I’m part of a world where I fit.”

  I smiled. “That’s all you could ever ask for, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  The restaurant-slash-bar where we were meeting everyone wasn’t far from my house and since I had my handicap placard, we were able to park right in front.

  “Ooh, I might need to take you shopping while you have that thing on,” Quin said.

  I chuckled. “Name the day and time and I’m yours.”

  Quin grabbed my crutches from the backseat while I slid out of the car, then I got myself situated and followed her inside.

  “Girl, get your ass over here,” Jasmine Slater called. “You’re late!”

  Quin laughed. “By four minutes.”

  “Liv’s already three Lemon Drops in—”

  “Four,” the brunette woman to her left corrected.

  “Really, honey?” Jasmine asked gently. “Do you think you might want to slow down?”

  “Barkeep, I’d like another!” Liv called.

  Jasmine gave Quin some kind of look and Quin nodded. “Lyric, have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

  I nodded and took a seat while Quin made her way to the bar, returning with what looked like a lemon drop and handing it to Liv. “Here you go, honey.”

  “I love you, thank you.”

  She smiled, and leaned over to me. “Majorly watered down.”

  “Ah.”

  “Lyric, that’s Willow, she’s Dash’s wife, you met Jasmine at the benefit, and drinking the lemon drop is Olivia. She’s… well, she’s Doc’s… um…”

  “Friend,” Olivia provided.

  “Sure, we’ll go with that,” Quin said.

  “And I’m Parker. I’m Jasmine’s secret lover.”

  “She wishes,” Jasmine retorted.

  I laughed. “Well, hi, Parker, it’s nice to meet you.”

  A cocktail waitress arrived and took drink orders, and I settled in for a night with a group of women who were a tight family unit. What I hadn’t expected was that they would welcome me with open arms, and by the time Quin took me home, I felt lik
e I’d found lifelong friends.

  Lyric

  I WAVED TO Quin, closed and locked my door and headed into my kitchen…just as my doorbell rang. I frowned. I made my way back and pulled open the door. “What did you forget?”

  “Why the fuck are you opening the door without finding out who’s on the other side?” Doom snapped.

  I was so taken aback by the angry voice, I almost tripped over my boot, but his arm whipped out to steady me.

  “What are you doing here?” I demanded, at the same time slapping at his arm holding me. When he didn’t answer, I looked up and met his eyes. “Lincoln? Why are you here?”

  “I came to apologize.”

  “Well, you’re off to a stellar start. Let me go,” I demanded, pulling my arm away.

  He released me and let out a series of curses.

  I closed the door and locked it, leaving him on the front porch. He knocked again, but I ignored him. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the screen and sighed. “What do you want, Lincoln?”

  “I’m sorry, Angel. I really did come to apologize. You opening the door like that just freaked me out. You gotta be more vigilant.”

  “Careful, Doom, you’re gonna start sounding like you care, and that’s not the deal we made.”

  “I can’t fuck you casually and care that you not get murdered at the same time?”

  “Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “I accept your apology.”

  “Thank you. Now, can I come in?”

  “Are you gonna get pissed off and ghost me again?”

  “I really didn’t mean to ghost you.” He sighed. “If you let me in, I’ll explain.”

  I unlocked the door and pulled it open, stepping back to let him in. He followed me back to the kitchen and I sat at the island while he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

  “Sure, Doom, help yourself.”

  “I bought it,” he retorted.

  “Oh, right.”

  I’d forgotten about that. He’d brought over a case the week before so I’d have it on hand. He’d also bought a couple bottles of my favorite red. Apparently, I’d blocked his kindness out.

  “How was girls’ night?” he asked.

  “It was really fun. I explained in great detail the shape of your dick. They were enthralled.”

  “I suppose I deserve that,” he said.