The Biker's Fate Chapter 350

Poppy

At about two o’clock Thursday afternoon, I dragged myself into the house, calling out, "I’m ho Grace. I’m going to die now."

"Okay, honey, I’ll raise you from the dead in a few hours."

"I appreciate it." I smiled, letting myself into my room and virtually falling onto my bed. I was done. Officially done, done. My thesis had been turned in, my finals had been slogged through (I had no idea how well I’d done, but I felt confident), and now it was just a matter of dying for a few hours. I wanted to be well-rested for Devon who was arriving tomorrow, and since I’d barely slept all week, tonight was the night to make up for that.

Grace knocked on my door, but I groaned, ignoring her. Another knock sounded and I called out, "I’m too busy dying to answer, Grace. Either co in or go away." I dropped my face back in my pillow as I heard the doorknob turn and footsteps walking slowly toward .

After that, all hell broke loose as a large hand pressed on my right butt-cheek and squeezed, and I was so freaked out, I flipped over and shoved a foot into the stomach of whoever was in my house.

And I kicked them hard, jumping up onto my feet (on top of the mattress), ready to fight.

"Fuck! Poppy! It’s ," Devon snapped, his arms wrapped around his waist as he bent over and attempted to catch his breath.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands as I lowered myself to my knees. "Oh my god, Devon, I’m so sorry!"

I shuffled toward him, but he held a hand out to stop . "Give a second, baby."

"Are you okay?" I whispered, biting my lip.

He focused on with watery eyes, nodding. "Pretty sure you ruptured my spleen, but otherwise, yeah, I’m okay."

"I’m so sorry," I whispered. "But maybe don’t surprise in the future? I don’t really like surprises, to be honest."

"ssage received," he said, rubbing his chest. "Where the hell did you get reflexes like a cat?"

"Hatch wanted safe, so he gave so self-defense lessons. Grace too."

"Mission accomplished."

I waved my hands. "Co here so I can make sure you’re okay."

He sat gingerly on the bed and I pushed up his shirt, kissing the red spot on his upper abdon. "Wow, I really got you, huh?"

"I’ll live." He hooked an arm around my waist and tugged onto his lap, kissing deeply.

I slid my hands into his hair and smiled against his lips. "Hi."

"Hi." He grinned stroking my cheek. "Surprise."

"It’s an aweso surprise... in case you were wondering," I said, and kissed him again. "What are you doing here? Besides bleeding internally."

"Badger’s out of his coma and Hatch and Mack are handling so of the more... ah... difficult negotiations, so I have the whole weekend with you." He cocked his head. "Unless you’d rather I leave."

I held him tighter. "Don’t even think about it, mister."

He burrowed his face in my neck and kissed just under my jaw. "You sll amazing."

"You are obviously dented," I said. "I sll like lectures and desperation."

Devon chuckled. "Well, lectures and desperation sll good on you."

"How are you?" I cupped his face and stared at him, morizing every crease. "Really?"

He smiled. "Good now."

I kissed his cheeks, then hugged him tight. "I missed you so hard."

"Sa, baby."

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved."

I t his eyes again. "Do you care if we order pizza? I’m wiped."

"Oh, for food," he retorted. "Sure, pizza’s good."

I squird in his lap and kissed him again. "You can feast on after dinner. In fact, I’ll need you to take care of that right after we eat."

"Can’t wait." He rose to his feet, still in his arms, and set down, kissing again before he slapped my ass and followed out of my room.

Grace stood in the kitchen sipping out of a bottled water while staring at her phone. She glanced up when we walked in and smiled. "How did the surprise go?"

Devon rubbed his chest and I grimaced. "Hatch’s self-defense classes for the win."

Her mouth dropped open. "Seriously?"

"In my defense, he did try to play grab-ass before I knew it was him," I said.

She cocked her head. "So, if I ca in and played grab-ass with you, I’d find myself on the floor?"

I waved my hand dismissively. "No, you have carte blanche to grab my ass anyti, Gracie. You know that."

"No, she doesn’t," Devon countered, wrapping an arm around from behind. "I don’t share."

"Sorry Grace." I grinned, sliding my hands down my hips. "This is off-limits."

"Damn it," she breathed out her hand going to her forehead for a dramatic pose.

"Devon’s paying for pizza," I said. "You in?"

She shook her head. "Can’t. Got the showcase next week, so I need to stay lean."

"Oh, right, sorry. I forgot."

She shrugged. "No big deal. I’m actually heading to the studio for a bit. Will and I are going to go through our routine."

"How far’s the studio?" Devon asked.

"Not far. Less than a mile away." He frowned, but she shook her head and pushed away from the counter. "Nope. You’re hers, not mine. You don’t get to be all overprotective and shit." She grabbed her keys and dance bag and hugged . "Have a good night. See you later, Dev."

Then she was gone.

I turned in his arms and grabbed his cut. "Resist the urge."

"To do what?"

"I don’t know, call soone to follow her, jump on your bike and follow her... or sothing." I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly. "We’re in one of the safest areas of Atlanta. It’s good."

He sighed sliding his hands in the back pockets of my jeans. "Okay, baby."

I smiled and grabbed my phone off the counter, staying connected to him. "What do you want on your pizza? You gonna mix it up tonight or are we going with pepperoni?"

"Pepperoni’s good."

"Well, I’m getting jalapeno and bacon."

"Knock yourself out, baby."

I cocked my head. "You promise you’ll still kiss after I eat it?"

"Yep."

"You hate jalapenos."

"Didn’t say I was gonna kiss your mouth, Poppy."

I shivered, licking my lips. "I think maybe you should kiss before and after."

"I can do that," he said. "Make the order and I’ll give you a couple of orgasms before it gets here."

I stayed attached to him as I ordered the pizza, then he threw over his shoulder and hauled into my bedroom. I smacked his butt as we walked down the hall and laughed as he dumped onto the bed, hovering over . "How many do you want?"

"Twelve."

"Okay, baby, I’m gonna have to bring my A-ga."

I nodded as I ripped off my shirt. "Yeah you are."

He kissed again as he unzipped my jeans, then he slid his hand inside, under my panties, and between my legs. I squird at his touch, his hand cupping my mound. "Open, baby."

I shifted so he could slide his hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of and I whimpered. He pushed off the bed, leaning over to tug my jeans down. "Lift."

I lifted my hips and he pulled everything off and then kissed his way up my legs. Gripping my thighs gently, he settled his face between them and kissed the top of each. "Fuck , I’ve missed you."

"Devon," I rasped as his mouth covered my core. I slipped my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked my clit and I couldn’t stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him grip my thighs harder to keep in place, but it did not make him remove his mouth. I let out a quiet squeak as his tongue slipped inside of , then his fingers. His mouth went back to my clit as he pumped his fingers inside of until I scread his na as I ca apart.

He didn’t give much ti to revel in my orgasm as he pulled off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his hips, then yanked to the edge of the bed so he could slide into . I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him further inside of , and arched up as he buried himself deeper.