Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire: Savannah Chapter Book 6) Page 2

  Rabbit’s eyes met mine and his expression softened.

  “I’m gonna let you deal with that,” Dash said, and walked out of the room.

  “I’m telling Willow on you,” I yelled to his back.

  “Pebbles?”

  “What?” I snapped, my focus returning to Rabbit.

  “You wanna pack a bag and stay at the barn for a couple of days, or you want me to stay at your place?”

  “Rab—”

  “Not open to a third option, Parker, so pick one o’ those.”

  I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. “Staying with Willow or Jasmine is absolutely a viable third option, Zane, so how about you put that in your bong and smoke it?”

  He smiled. “You’re not stayin’ at Willow or Jasmine’s, baby, so wrap your mind around that. They have kids. You are gonna stay at the barn or I’m gonna stay with you, because if someone’s watchin’ you, they’re gonna come when I can answer the call. Figure out which one you want, and I’ll take you home.”

  “I’m not going home,” I snapped. “I have a business to run. I have a delivery arriving in…” I glanced at my watch, “…shit, less than ten minutes.” I shrugged off his jacket and handed it to him.

  “Parker.”

  I faced him, feeling safe and able to conquer the world again. “I have a really busy day, Rabbit. If you want to hang around and help, great. If not, then do what you gotta do, but I’m not going anywhere, capeesh?”

  “I’m not goin’ anywhere, either.”

  “Awesome. I’ll need some muscle when this wedding order arrives.”

  “Fine.” He sighed. “I’ll get this information over to Doom and Alamo, then come find you.”

  “Oh, am I allowed out of your sight now?”

  His eyebrows rose and he leaned down almost nose-to-nose with me. “Alamo has already got two recruits watching the front and back, sweetheart, so keep up the attitude if you want me to kiss the sass off that sweet mouth of yours.”

  “Oh, that’s rich coming from the man who’s done nothing but ignore me for two years. But parading Raquel in front of me—”

  “Are we seriously fuckin’ goin’ there right now?” he growled, reaching over and pushing my office door closed with a thwap.

  Raquel was Doc’s sister and currently attached to a very attractive biker, Orion, in Colorado. Rabbit had always said he and Raquel were just friends, and I usually believed him…unless I was PMSing or feeling a little insecure about myself. Although, now that she was with Orion, I knew without a shadow of a doubt there was nothing between them, so the fact I was bringing that up was a low blow.

  Chalk all of this up to my earlier fright, the fact I missed him, or the fact I was pissed off that he was being bossy, but I just couldn’t deal with any of it anymore and threw myself at him.

  “Jesus,” he hissed, catching me mid-jump, as I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey.

  I covered his mouth with mine, sliding my hands into his hair. “Lock the door,” I ordered.

  “Baby—”

  “Lock the goddam door, Zane,” I hissed.

  Holding me tight, he locked the door and I slid my legs from around his waist, kneeling in front of him and reaching for the waistband of his jeans.

  “Parker—”

  “Hush,” I hissed, lowering his zipper and tugging his jeans down his hips.

  “What are—?”

  “I swear to god, Zane, you don’t shut your mouth, I’m gonna tie you to the chair with curly ribbon and gag you with a foam brick.”

  He grinned wide and I could tell he was trying to keep from laughing. “Kinky.”

  “You have no idea.” I wrapped my hand around his already hard dick and ran my tongue up the length. My lip smarted a bit, but I ignored the slight pain, focusing on the deliciousness of him.

  “Pebbles, don’t forget you got a delivery—”

  “In six minutes.” I frowned up at him. “You better let me get this done, Rabbit.” I slid my mouth over the tip of his cock and his quiet hiss was exactly what I needed to hear to urge me on, but when his hands slid into my hair, I was encouraged to the point of wanting a little relief myself. But we didn’t have time for that, and right now, I wanted to taste him. I’d wanted to taste him for far too long and now I was going to get my wish.

  “Parker?” Willow called.

  I was busy, so I ignored her.

  “Where is she?” the angry voice of Willow seeped through the door.

  I released Rabbit’s dick with a pop. “Be right out, Willow!” I called and went back to my task.

  The handle of the door jiggled. “Why is the door locked?”

  “Jesus,” I hissed. “Give me a second,” I called.

  Rabbit reached to put himself back together, but I pushed his hands away. “I swear to god, Rabbit, if you don’t let me finish this, I’m going to hurt you.”

  He raised his hands in surrender, and I tugged his jeans down again, working his cock back to where I wanted it.

  I ran my hand up and down his length, cupping his balls with my other, and taking his cock deep in my throat and Rabbit started to thrust into me.

  “You want me to come in your mouth?” Rabbit rasped.

  I nodded, continuing to suck and work him as he fucked my face.

  “Now, baby,” he warned, and I felt his body lock just as his cum shot down my throat. I took every ounce, milking him until he’d given me everything he had.

  “Parker!” Willow snapped.

  “God!” I snapped, standing and leaving Rabbit to deal with his clothing. I unlocked the door and slid out of my office, pulling the door closed again. “I’m fine.”

  My bestie ran her hands over my face, then pulled me in for a hug. “You’re okay.”

  “Yeah, honey, I’m okay.”

  “Why were you locked inside your office?”

  “None of your beeswax.”

  She glanced up at me with a frown. “If someone is in there without your permiss—”

  My door opened and Rabbit filled the doorframe.

  Willow’s eyes widened, then narrowed, before she glanced at him, then me, and dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling. “Lord, I promise to give an extra ten percent to the missionaries in Nepal and Haiti if this is real.”

  I rolled my eyes. “He was checking the cameras, Willow.”

  “Checking the cameras, indeed,” she retorted.

  “Parker! You got a delivery,” Mouse bellowed from the back door.

  “Mouse is here?” I mused.

  “I told you guys were here,” Rabbit said.

  I faced him. “You said recruits.”

  He shrugged. “Recruits and Mouse.”

  “And you, it would seem.”

  “Definitely me,” he confirmed.

  “Great. Free labor,” I retorted. “So, are you good?”

  He smiled slowly…knowingly. “I’m good, Pebbles.”

  “Let me show you what I need done.”

  “Parker?” a feminine voice called, and I recognized it as Lila Baker’s, the woman who worked at the gift shop down the way.

  I walked back to the front and smiled. “Hi, Lila, everything okay?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I heard someone broke in. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “I’m fine. As you can see, I have a few extra people here to help and the powers that be are looking into it.”

  “Oh, I’m so glad. Okay. If you’re sure you’re okay. Maybe we can have lunch next week.”

  “I’d like that.”

  Lila left and for the next few hours, Rabbit and I worked together like a well-oiled machine. I wasn’t surprised…he’d helped me out a number of times when I’d had big orders and he picked things up really quickly. He also collected and retained knowledge like a sponge.

  But he could not put a flower arrangement together to save his life.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded, rushing to my table in the prep room.
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  Rabbit had a bucket of white roses sitting beside him, a pair of shears in his hand, and he looked like he was about to ruin two-hundred dollars’ worth of product.

  “I was gonna trim the stems,” he said.

  Okay, that was sweet and something that would need to be done…eventually.

  I smiled. “I’m not ready for that yet.”

  “Oh.” He set his shears down on the table and crossed his arms. “You got a wedding this weekend, right?”

  “Yep.”

  “Right. I’ll help.”

  I bit my lip. “I’m good, Rabbit.”

  “You’re not understanding.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not?”

  He moved from behind the table and closed the distance between us. “You made a declaration this morning.”

  “A declaration?”

  His hand slid to my neck and he tugged me forward. “You and I are in this, Pebbles, so buckle up.”

  “Wait, what?” I tried to step back, but he held tight.

  Rabbit smiled. “You got two weeks to find a dress, because I know that’s important to you. We’ll have a party to celebrate, but in the meantime, we’re goin’ down to the courthouse and makin’ it official.”

  “Zane—”

  “Parker, I’m not fuckin’ around, hear me on that. It’s been too goddam long and you’ve played this game—”

  “Excuse me?” I snapped. “I haven’t played any games!”

  “You don’t think?”

  “How have I played a game?” I challenged.

  “Um…Chad.”

  I let out a quiet snort. “Chad was forever ago.”

  “I’m aware.”

  “Chad wasn’t a game.”

  “Wasn’t he?”

  I dropped my eyes.

  Shit.

  Chad kind of was a game.

  I’d walked into the kitchen at the barn and Rabbit had his arms wrapped around Raquel who was visibly upset, and I’d maybe, perhaps, quietly lost my shit a little, calling Chad and having him pick me up for a night out on the town. Chad was a guy who’d been asking me out for a while and I hadn’t really felt a connection with, but since Rabbit had his head up his ass, I figured I might as well take a chance. I had hoped I could have a nice night out with a normal guy.

  Only, it hadn’t really gone that way. I was pretty sure Rabbit had put every obstacle imaginable in our way that night, including, but not limited to, a flat tire and Chad’s credit card not only being denied, but confiscated.

  “You messed with him, didn’t you?” I focused on Rabbit again. “That night.”

  He grinned.

  The fucker grinned.

  “I knew it,” I snapped. “Why the hell would you do that?”

  He shrugged, crossing his arms. “Chad was a pussy. Couldn’t even change a tire.”

  “He had Triple A, he didn’t need to know how to change a tire.”

  “A man’s not a man unless he can change a tire, Parker.”

  Chad wasn’t a man for a lot of other reasons, but I wasn’t willing to share any of those reasons with Rabbit right now.

  “How the hell did you know he had a flat tire?” I challenged.

  Rabbit just shrugged.

  “You did something to his tire, didn’t you?”

  He shrugged again.

  I narrowed my eyes. “And shut down his credit card?”

  He continued to stare at me, his silence answer enough.

  “You had no right to mess with his livelihood, Zane.”

  “I flagged one of his credit cards,” he retorted. “For an hour. It was nothing.”

  “What if he’d taken me somewhere Triple A couldn’t get to for hours?”

  “There was no way in hell he was gonna take you anywhere I couldn’t find you, Pebbles, so that wasn’t a risk.”

  “You followed us?” I hissed.

  “Not me, no.”

  “Well, if you ordered it, it’s the same thing.”

  He shrugged again. “We’re gettin’ sidetracked.”

  “Zane—”

  “Baby, I’m stickin’ around,” he said. “Permanently. You need to wrap your head around it and figure out how you want it to work.”

  “How I want what to work?”

  “You seriously gonna act dumb, Pebbles?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “You can’t stay at the shop permanently, Rabbit. There’s no shower.”

  His lips twitched and he uncrossed his arms, sliding a hand to my neck again. “Focus, Parker. You and I are gettin’ hitched. You want a dress, get one, but it’s gotta be here by Friday.”

  “That’s barely a week.”

  “It’s eight days.”

  “It could be three months,” I said. “It won’t be enough time to get a dress.”

  His hand squeezed my neck. “Figure it out.”

  “I need more time.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “No.”

  “Then, I’m not marrying you.”

  “So, you’re saying if you had more time, you’d marry me?” he challenged.

  “Goddammit.” I really shouldn’t try to spar verbally with him.

  He grinned, his lips covering mine gently. “Two weeks.”

  “No.”

  “Parker, I know you don’t want to deal with a big wedding. This solves that. We get married at the courthouse, then have a party after the fact.”

  “Parker Adeline Powers! Where the hell are you?” my brother, Levi, bellowed through the halls.

  I pulled away from Rabbit and made my way toward my brother, finding strong arms wrapped around me as I stepped out of the room. “What the fuck happened?”

  “Welcome to the party,” I retorted.

  “I’ve been in court all morning. We just broke for lunch,” he explained.

  My brother was an environmental lawyer, typically working for large corporations, but had become the unofficial counsel for the Dogs of Fire Savannah, so he was close with several of the bikers.

  “What happened?” Levi asked again, and I filled him in, feeling Rabbit at my back.

  As I relayed the story, I felt shaky all over again, and Rabbit’s arms slid around my waist from behind.

  “You got brothers on her?” Levi asked Rabbit.

  “Yeah,” Rabbit said. “Going forward. No less than two, but probably four every day.”

  “Four? Every day?” I asked, craning my neck to look up at Rabbit.

  “Every day,” he confirmed.

  “I’m not here every day.”

  “Don’t give a shit.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “A little overkill, don’t you think?”

  “No,” my brother answered for him.

  “Glad we’re on the same page,” Rabbit said.

  “You’re doing that thing again,” I accused.

  He gave my hip a pat. “You can deal with me once we’re married.”

  “Zane,” I hissed.

  “What? We have some plans to make and you have a dress to order.”

  “Ixnay on the eddingway,” I ordered, nodding toward my brother.

  Levi chuckled. “You can’t be surprised he’s pushing for this, sis.”

  “Don’t you start,” I warned, then narrowed my eyes.

  “I’m not starting anything,” Levi said.

  “Wait. Why are you not being all brotherly and shit? Protecting me?”

  Rabbit and Levi shared a stupid bro-y, guy smile.

  “You knew about this,” I accused.

  “Yeah, ’course I did,” Levi said. “He’s already cleared it with Dad.”

  “Jesus Christ,” I snapped, spinning to face Rabbit. “You did not.”

  He shrugged… again. “I did. A while ago.”

  “Oh, my god, Zane. You are beyond the pale.” I stalked out of the room and shut myself into my office.

  Rabbit

  “AREN’T YOU GOING to follow her?” Levi asked.

  I grinned. “No. I’m gonna give her a minute to calm dow
n.”

  Levi shook his head. “Jesus, you’ve got a pair of stones on you, Rabbit.”

  I studied him. “I’ve known your sister for a while now, and one thing I’ve figured out about her is that she needs to come around to my way of thinking on her own. She has to think it’s her idea. I’ve already pushed her as far as I can, so now I’ve gotta let her take a minute to calm down and process.”

  “She rarely voices her opinion, Rabbit. But when she does, she roars like a lion.” Levi crossed his arms. “You’re the only one who’s ever figured that out.”

  “She’s shy, Levi, not invisible,” I said with a sigh. “That’s the problem. She wouldn’t need to roar like a lion if she was heard the first time.”

  Levi smiled slowly. “This is why my parents said yes to your proposal.”

  I crossed my arms and studied my soon-to-be brother-in-law. “I honestly don’t give a shit why they okayed it, Levi, just that they did. But I think you know that, even if they hadn’t, we’d still be standing here right now ready to push through anyway.”

  “Well, there is that.”

  “I’m gonna go check on your sister now. You good?”

  Levi’s grin widened. “Yeah, brother, I’m good.”

  I nodded, grateful he had my back, and headed down to Parker’s office.

  * * *

  Parker

  I raised my head as Rabbit walked into my office and closed the door again, a stupid, smug smile on his beautiful face.

  “I’m not ready for you yet,” I grumbled. I’d left Stevie to watch the front of the shop and she was handling the customers with ease like she always did.

  Rabbit cocked his head. “Baby, you’re gonna get to the place where you tell folks it’s your idea eventually, so just get there quicker.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Ah, no.”

  He sighed, closing the distance between us and holding his hand out to me. “Up.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

  “Up, baby.”

  I slapped my hand in his and rose to my feet. Rabbit shuffled me in front of him where he promptly sat in my chair and pulled me onto his lap. “Zane!”

  He grinned, pulling my face to his and kissing me gently. “Talk to me.”

  “It’s all so fast.”

  “Pebbles, it’s been over four years.”

  “Not really.”

  “How has it ‘not really’ been over four years?”