The Biker's Fate Chapter 331

She wants only him...

For as long as she can remember, Poppy has loved only one man. Devon Wallace has been her knight in shining leather ever since he rescued her from a date gone wrong. She can't envision a future without him, but she's convinced he still thinks of her as the pesky twelve-year-old who used to follow him around.

He can have anyone but her...

Devon "Sparky" Wallace has spent the better part of a decade trying to keep his hands off his uncle's step-daughter, Poppy, and living by the code of the brotherhood. He's not about to break the rules, no matter how much he fantasizes about the sexiest woman on the planet.

But when her connection to him puts her life in jeopardy, he must figure out a way to save her without breaking the club's code, even if that means losing her forever.

Poppy

Devon Wallace is my hero.

To be honest, he was more than my hero. I'd been in love with him since I was twelve, and I was totally and completely besotted with the man. He was my step-dad's nephew, so I saw him almost daily, and we'd become really good friends.

But friends didn't date.

So when Michael Sulkin, one of the guys from my equestrian club, had asked me to go to the National Equestrian Club ball, I'd been super excited ('cause I was dying to go to the ball), but then two days ago, out of the blue, no explanation, no nothing, Michael had bailed on me. I'd been crushed… until Devon had offered to take me instead.

And let's be honest, I wanted Devon like an addict wanted a needle, so the fact he was willing to take me to a formal dance and dress up, gave me a funny feeling in my vagina.

"Poppet?" Mum called through the door. "Devon's here."

"Be right there." I checked myself in the mirror and bit my lip.

Tonight was my last dance with the club, since I had just turned eighteen and was heading off to college in less than a month. I was excited about my new life adventure, but I honestly hated the thought of being away from Devon for so long.

I sighed. The truth of the matter was, Atlanta was the best option for my choice of career, so Atlanta it was.

My dog, Sparky, gave a little whine and I scratched his ears. "I know. I have codependency issues. Don't you start judging me, too." He let out a quiet yip and I giggled. "Come on then. Let's go see Devon."

I shoved my nerves down into my fluttery tummy and headed downstairs… stalling on the second to the last step, gripping the handrail because I was in serious danger of tripping… or melting into a puddle of goo. Sparky made a run for Devon and he scooped him up and pulled him close, smiling up at me. I swallowed convulsively as I took in the man in front of me. He wore a dark blue tailored suit, crisp white button up, a paisley tie, and motorcycle boots. Oh My God, the motorcycle boots did me in. So sexy.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered, and again, my lady parts thrummed. I squeezed my legs together for a second, then forced myself to walk down the last two steps.

"Oh, lovey, you look amazing," Mum said, effectively jolting me out of my erotic haze.

I wore a floor-length, ice blue gown, that had a halter neckline and rouching at the stomach. I might be cold walking to and from the car, but I was willing to take that chance because I felt beautiful in it.

"Thanks Mum." I smiled.

"Baby girl," Hatch breathed out as he wrapped an arm around my mother's waist. "Back upstairs."

I frowned. "What? Why?"

"I'll find you something more appropriate to wear. Like a burlap sack."

"Sid!" I ground out. I'd nicknamed Hatch 'Stand-In-Dad' when he'd married my mom, and it'd stuck.

"Oh, stop it!" Mum ordered. "Ignore him, poppet."

Hatch turned to Devon. "I'm gonna get you a gun."

"Hatch!" Mum admonished. "Stop being so melodramatic." She took my arm and guided me into the living room. "Let's get some photos. You stand next to Poppy, Devon."

Devon said nothing as we took the obligatory pictures, but then it was finally time to escape, and I took the jacket mum shoved at me, although, I refused to put it on. After hugging my parents, I followed Devon to the car and slid inside as he held the door for me.

"You don't have your camera," he murmured.

I was obsessed with photography, but tonight I wanted to live in the moment.

"I don't want to be distracted tonight," I admitted.

He smiled and closed me into the car, heading to his side and climbing in.

"You look really nice," I said as he backed the car out of the driveway.

"Yeah? You like this?"

"I do," I said. "Especially the boots."

He grinned. "Even cleaned 'em for you."

I tried not to sigh like a love-sick school girl, but that was seriously sweet. "You clean up nice, Dev."

He chuckled.

"You haven't been around much lately. Is your dad overloading you with work?"

His dad owned a construction company and it was busy all year round, so Devon worked for him when he wasn't doing 'club shit.' Devon was also a recruit for the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club… Hatch's club… so he was super busy.

"Sure. We'll go with that."

"It's not 'that'?" I asked.

He smiled, his eyes on the road. "We're here."

I was so excited to be going out with Devon, I didn't notice he hadn't answered my question. He parked the car, then walked to my side and opened the door. His chivalry was on-point tonight and I smiled as he took my hand and helped me out of the car.

"Your coat, Poppy."

"I don't want it. It ruins the dress."