The Biker's Fate Chapter 361

Devon

I was awakened by the sound of a giant bang, and jumped out of bed, grabbing my gun and readying for a fight.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Poppy said.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as my brain tried to process if I was still asleep or dreaming.

"Put the gun away, Devon," she said with a sigh.

I set the gun on the nightstand and flicked on the light. I wasn't dreaming. Poppy was, in fact, standing in my room at the compound and she looked pissed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"That's the first thing you say to me?" She dropped a duffel bag on the floor and crossed her arms.

"Baby." I scrubbed my hands down my face. I'd had less than two hours sleep, and as gorgeous as Poppy looked, I had a million questions, the first of which was what the fuck she was doing here… the second being, did she fuckin' drive all night alone in order to get here?

I chose to keep those questions in my head for the moment.

"Nope," she snapped.

I flopped back on the pillows and threw the comforter back. "Get in."

"I didn't drive all this way for you to fuck me," she countered.

Well, that answered the second question.

"At the risk of pissing you off further, I'm wiped, Poppy, so climb in so I can hold you, because I have to be back at it in two hours, and I've fuckin' missed my woman."

She huffed, but kicked off her shoes, did the voodoo bra through the T-shirt arm thing, and pushed off her jeans, before stomping (no shit, she stomped her way) to the bed.

"This does not get you off the hook," she growled, stretching out beside me.

Fuck. She was in my arms and she smelled amazing. I didn't care that she was still pissed at me. My soul was settled the second I touched her. I slid my face into her neck and pulled her close. "God damn, baby, I missed you."

Her arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight. "That also does not get you off the hook."

I grinned.

"But I missed you too," she whispered, weaving her hands in my hair.

"I seriously wanna fuck you right now, but I really do need to sleep."

"I get it," she whispered. "You sleep, and we'll fight and fuck when you're rested."

"I can't wait, baby." I kissed her. "Grace okay alone?"

"Lemon's staying with her and they're taking care of Sparky."

I yawned. "Good."

I kissed her one more time, and once she curled herself into me, I slipped back into oblivion.

Poppy

I was awakened in the midst of the most intense orgasm I'd had… well, possibly ever. I was on my side, Devon was spooning me, and his thumb was inside of me while his fingers worked my clit. He'd pushed my panties to my knees in order get access and I was amazed he'd accomplished it without waking me.

"Mornin'," he whispered as a climax washed over me.

I hummed, licking my lips as I tried to wake up despite my orgasm-induced haze. As I became a little more aware of my present state of being, I sighed. "That does not get you off the hook, Devon Wallace. Nice try, but no."

He kissed my shoulder. "That was just for you, baby. No strings attached."

"What time is it?"

"Seven."

"Why are you waking me so early?" I complained as I rolled to face him.

"All-hands meeting at eight."

I sighed, my irritation flooding me again as I awakened more.

"That's gonna have to wait, Poppy," he said, climbing out of bed.

"We have an hour to hash it out," I countered.

He ignored me and headed into the bathroom. I stayed in bed and shimmied my panties back up my thighs. "Devon?" I called.

He peeked out of the bathroom and frowned. "You wanna get into why the fuck you drove all night, alone, when I specifically told you to stay put?"

"Not really."

"Didn't think so." He disappeared again and I heard the shower start.

My bladder screamed at me, so I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom just as Devon stepped into the shower. I did my thing and then brushed my teeth.

"I'm not going to apologize for coming," I said.

"You're tryin' to spin this Poppy, and it's bullshit."

"How am I trying to spin this?"

"I'm not pissed you're here and you know it," he said. "I'm pissed you drove alone in the middle of the night."

"Well—"

"Hold on," he said, and I watched as he shoved his head under the showerhead and rinsed. The shower doors were frosted, so I could see the shadow of his actions and waited until I saw him step away from the water.

"I couldn't wait," I said. "I was worried about you."

The water stopped and Devon slid the door back and frowned. "Not hearin' an apology, Poppy."

"I don't intend on apologizing."

A pounding on the door made me jump, but the voice bellowing, "Poppy Kenna Wallace, you better open this god damn door immediately," had me groaning.

Devon rolled his eyes, stepping into the bedroom. "Hold on a sec, Hatch."

"One second, Devon, then I'm breaking the fuckin' door down," Hatch snapped, and I grabbed my bra and jeans and pulled them on while Devon dragged on a pair of jeans… commando… then pulled open the door.

My father stormed into the room and stopped in front of me, crossing his arms and glaring at me. "What the fuck is all this business about you driving, alone, in the middle of the night?"

"Sid—"

"Huh-uh. Right now, I'm your father, baby girl. Nothing stand-in about it."

"I was perfectly safe. My car is perfect, because you make it perfect. It has never broken down on me, ever, and I've made this drive a million times."