The Biker's Fate Chapter 341

"Let's just say, that my name for you in the study group is 'The Flaming Rats.'"

"You see us as rats?"

"Absolutely. My lab rats."

"So, if you have a code name for the club, do you have ones for each of the members?"

"I do," I said.

"Are you going to share?"

"Absolutely not. You'll have to read the paper."

"If the subject is about me and my club, I should know what our names are."

I mirrored his position on the bed and said, "Let's just say, they're based on a famous group of fictional characters."

"The Beatles?"

"No, there are more than four of you, honey… and the Beatles suck."

"We'll get back to that later… because they don't suck," he ground out. "Did you base us on the '73 Steelers."

"Do I look like I know anything about the NBA?"

"NFL."

"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about."

He chuckled. "Well, it sure as shit better be some badass group of guys, like those dudes in 300."

"Well, not quite," I hedged.

"What?"

"No." This answer earned me his hands on my waist, tickling me until I thought I'd pee. "Dev, stop. Seriously."

"Tell me," he ordered.

"Um… the Seven Dwarfs."

"Are you shittin' me?"

"No way, baby." I grinned. "You're my favorite turd, I would never shit you."

"No more hangin' around Gator."

I giggled. "I love Gator."

"What's your nickname for him?"

"Sleepy."

"What about Hatch?"

"Happy."

Devon raised an eyebrow. "You've obviously never pissed him off."

"Or he just loves me more than you."

"Possibly," he agreed. "What about Doc?"

"He's Doc."

"Kinda fuckin' on the nose, isn't it?" he retorted. "I suppose you fancy yourself Snow White?"

"Actually, I was always partial to Cinderella."

"Okay, I swear to Christ, if I'm Dopey, wild horses will have to drag me off you. The tickling you've thus received will seem like child's play."

I patted his cheek. "Don't worry, honey, I would never call you Dopey."

"Well, then what's my name?"

I ran my hand down his chest. "I don't really think that's necessary right now. I have other fun things we can do… much better than talking about test subjects."

Devon grabbed my waist again and I squeaked.

"Say my name," he growled.

"Never!"

"Say my name."

I laughed so hard, until I couldn't take it anymore, and squealed out, "Fluffy!"

He reared back "What the fuck? There's no dwarf named Fluffy."

 I shrugged. "I ran out of dwarves!"

"Bullshit, I would have been one of the first in your study!"

Thinking back to the scenario that earned him his nickname, I started giggling uncontrollably again.

"Poppy," he warned.

"Okay, okay. Give me a second." I took a few deep breaths and dropped my face in his chest. "I can't look at you while I tell the story."

He shifted so I was on top of him. "Spill."

"Think back to Trunk and Cutter's patch-in party… you had just gotten back from that long ride with Hatch and walked in about an hour before they were patched, remember?"

"Yeah," he said carefully.

"You were taking off your helmet as you walked in, and Tanya, Skanky Pants Numero Uno, came sniffing after you, and you were all sexy smiles and let me take your panties off expressions."

"Poppy."

"Well, you were!"

He shook his head. "I was not."

"You were," I mumbled, getting the last word. "Anyway, unbeknownst to you, while you were standing there giving her your best come hither eyes, and she was probably opening her mouth ready to blow you—"

"I don't even know what the fuck a hither is or how I could make it come."

"You could make anything come, Devon."

"Don't change the subject with flattery."

I grinned. "Well, as you were attempting to make the hither come, the static cling from your helmet had caused your hair to poof out in a giant fluff-ball and it made me laugh. You looked like a dandelion with a hard-on."

"I didn't have a hard-on. I couldn't stand Tanya. Still can't."

"I appreciate that, but she wanted you like the Kardashians want attention."

"You're crazy," he muttered.

"Whatever. The mating rituals and attempted sexual conquests of Fluffy are documented accurately in the study."

"What the fuck?"

"Why are you pissed off?" I asked. "It's not like anyone you know is ever going to read this."

"That's where you're wrong," he countered. "Doc reads all this shit. Every medical journal under the sun. The man is literally fascinated by everything. Not to mention, he adores you and is going to read everything you publish."

"Don't be ridiculous. It's not like this will ever get published. It's a college thesis."

"Well, you better hope to God it doesn't, or Fluffy's claws are gonna come out."

"Rrrow."

Devin dropped his head back and laughed again. "God damn, you're funny, Poppy."

"Thanks, Fluffy."

Devon leaned over to kiss me gently. "You're fuckin' amazin', you know that, right?"

I grinned, stroking his cheek. "Because I'm studying you like a lab rat?"

"Because you didn't pick nurse or doctor or something normal… you picked some ancient shit like anthropology."

I laughed. "It's not ancient."

"It's kinda ancient, Poppy, but it's cool as hell," he said. "You're like a sexy Jane Goodall."

"I'd have to change you to chimpanzees, though… although, that might be more fitting," I said, raising my head to kiss him again.

He broke the kiss and pulled me over him. "Don't get me riled up again, baby. Your body needs a rest."

I kissed his chest. "How about you let me decide what my body needs?"

"How about you trust your alpha man and take his advice?"

"It's hard to listen to my alpha man when he's naked and begging to be licked."

"I'm an alpha… I never beg."

I grinned. "We'll see."