The Biker's Fate Chapter 350

Poppy

At about two o'clock Thursday afternoon, I dragged myself into the house, calling out, "I'm home 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 come in or go away." I dropped my face back in my pillow as I heard the doorknob turn and footsteps walking slowly toward me.

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 me," 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 me. "Give me a second, baby."

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

He focused on me 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 me in the future? I don't really like surprises, to be honest."

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

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

"Mission accomplished."

I waved my hands. "Come 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 abdomen. "Wow, I really got you, huh?"

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

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

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

"It's an awesome 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 some 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 me just under my jaw. "You smell amazing."

"You are obviously demented," I said. "I smell like lectures and desperation."

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

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

He smiled. "Good now."

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

"Same, baby."

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved."

I met his eyes again. "Do you care if we order pizza? I'm wiped."

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

I squirmed in his lap and kissed him again. "You can feast on me 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, me still in his arms, and set me down, kissing me again before he slapped my ass and followed me 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 came 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 anytime, Gracie. You know that."

"No, she doesn't," Devon countered, wrapping an arm around me 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 me. "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 someone to follow her, jump on your bike and follow her… or something." 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 me 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 me 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 me over his shoulder and hauled me into my bedroom. I smacked his butt as we walked down the hall and laughed as he dumped me onto the bed, hovering over me. "How many do you want?"

"Twelve."

"Okay, baby, I'm gonna have to bring my A-game."

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

He kissed me again as he unzipped my jeans, then he slid his hand inside, under my panties, and between my legs. I squirmed 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 me 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 me, 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 me in place, but it did not make him remove his mouth. I let out a quiet squeak as his tongue slipped inside of me, then his fingers. His mouth went back to my clit as he pumped his fingers inside of me until I screamed his name as I came apart.

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