The Davenport Christmas Chronicles

by Piper Davenport

  Darien

  I closed my laptop at the sound of my husband letting out a series of very loud expletives and headed into the kitchen. “What is going on?”

  Mack turned off the stove and slid his cell phone in his pocket. “Some asshole stole the truck.”

  “The truck, truck?”

  Mack nodded.

  “From the compound?”

  “Yeah,” he breathed out. “Apparently the camera that was supposed to be on it has been down for two days. Booker’s got one on order, but it’s late.”

  “Daddy?” Harper padded into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. “Why are you yelling?”

  He hunkered down in front of her. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you. Everything’s okay. Just something with work.”

  Harper patted his face, then hugged him. “It’s okay. You’ll work it out.”

  He stood back up with her in his arms kissed her cheek. “You’re right. It’ll all be fine. Come on, I’ll tuck you back in.”

  We had two girls. Harper, ten, and Huxley, eight. I found it ironic that the biggest playboy on the planet ended up making girls, and now he’d have to deal with men like him when they got to dating age. He, on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier. He was a great dad and I knew our girls would grow up to find men who cherished them the way their daddy did.

  While Mack put Harper back to bed, I checked on Huxley who was sound asleep and probably wouldn’t have woken up even if a gun had gone off. I headed back to the kitchen and peered into the pot on the stove.

  “Pasta,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I was hungry.”

  “Apparently.” I turned to face him, looping my arms around his neck.

  “Did you get your wordcount in?”

  “I overachieved and wrote an extra thousand,” I said. “Do you need to go to the compound?”

  “Not yet. Ace and Booker are over there now. Why?”

  I licked my lips. “Because I just wrote the dirtiest sex scene to date, and it kind of got me super hot.”

  I was a romance author and Logan “Mack” Reed was my muse.

  He chuckled, sliding his hands under my T-shirt. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How hot?”

  “Nipple clamp hot.”

  He tugged my bra down and ran his thumbs over my already hard nipples. “Love it when you say ‘toys.’”

  I giggled. “I know you do.”

  “I think the pasta can wait.”

  “I think it can too.” I grabbed his hand and led him into our bedroom. Luckily, our master suite was on the opposite side of the house from the kids, so noise wasn’t a problem.

  Mack locked the door behind us heading straight for the closet and the locked box with our toys while I got naked. With a very inquisitive daughter, we’d learned pretty quickly (when she walked out of our bedroom holding my bright pink vibrator, and asking if she could play with the ‘magic fairy wand’) to lock things up.

  Mack pulled a set of clamps out of the box and I bit my lip as he attached one, then the other. Instead of letting the chain fall in front, he wrapped it around the back of my neck, which pulled my nipples up and I squirmed at the sensation.

  “Too tight?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “Tighter,” I rasped.

  He twisted the tightener and I dropped my head back with a sigh. He slid his hand between my legs and ran a finger through my wetness.

  “Soaked,” he whispered.

  I met his eyes. “Did I mention the scene was super hot?”

  “On your knees, Dare.”

  I climbed onto the bed and assumed the position, while Mack took his clothes off and situated himself behind me. I glanced at him just as his head disappeared between my legs and his tongue ran through my folds. I ground down against his face and he continued his feast until he brought me to the brink... then stopped. “Logan,” I growled.

  He chuckled, kneeling behind me again and sliding into me. I sighed and dropped my head back slightly which tugged on my clamps, sending a glorious sensation all the way to my clit. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Mack rasped.

  He leaned over me, his hand slipping between my legs and his fingers going to my clit, while he wrapped his other hand around my chain.

  “Oh god,” I whispered.

  Then he moved. Slowly at first, before slamming into me as he fingered my clit and tugged on the chain. I was swamped with... well, everything.

  “Logan,” I rasped.

  “Come, baby.”

  I did, but he wasn’t done, and as he thrust harder, he built me up again. He yanked the chain so hard, one clamp popped off, but even that was a delicious sensation. The sudden tug sent a shockwave to my pussy and I cried out as another orgasm washed over me.

  Mack’s cock pulsed inside of me and we fell onto the mattress in a gentle heap of body parts. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, gently releasing the clamp that was still attached, before kissing my shoulder. “It just gets better.”

  I nodded, linking my fingers with his and pulling our hands up to my mouth. “So so good.”

  Releasing his fingers from mine, he moved his hand between my legs and palmed my mound. “You sure you don’t wanna try for a boy?”

  I closed my eyes and smiled. We’d had this conversation a million times before. One finger slipped inside of me. “Do you remember how much you loved to be fucked when you were pregnant?”

  “I do.” I gasped as another finger slid inside and his thumb pressed against my clit. “But I also remember how tired I was afterwards and how hard it was to find that mojo again. And how I still haven’t lost my Huxley weight.”

  “Baby, you could gain—”

  “A hundred pounds, I know,” I finished.

  His cock replaced his fingers, but his thumb stayed pressed against my clit. “How great would a boy be, though?”

  “I’ll think about it,” I said. It was the same thing I said every time. Truth be told, I wasn’t opposed to another child, but we were also in such a good place that I didn’t want to upset the apple cart, so to speak.

  “You know I’ll worship at your feet.”

  “Honey, you always worship at my feet... ” His thumb pressed harder on my clit and I whimpered with need.

  “We need a boy.”

  “With the track record of your sperm, though, we’d probably get another girl.”

  Applying pressure to my clit again, he whispered, “I’m good with another girl, too, Dare.”

  I pulled away from his hand and shifted to face him, pushing him on his back and straddling him. “Why do you pull all the manipulation tactics when you’re doing shit to my pussy?”

  His beautiful face broke out into a grin. “Because you’ll agree to almost anything when I’m doing shit to your pussy.”

  “Newsflash: I agree to almost anything when it comes to you.”

  His hand went back to my clit and I pressed down against it as his fingers slid inside again. I let him have his way with my pussy for a few minutes, before guiding his cock back inside of me, and raising and lowering myself as I anchored myself to his chest. He raised his knees and propelled me forward slightly, which gave him better access to me. I grinned, leaning down to run my tongue over the Dogs of Fire logo on his pec, then switching to do the same to the tattoo over his heart. A heart-shaped Celtic knot with all of his girls’ names inked permanently on his skin.

  I sat up and his hands palmed my breasts while he raised his hips to slam up into me while I gripped his wrists for balance. Before I could get into any kind of groove, however, I found myself on my back and Mack burying himself deeper and deeper as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He stroked my neck as he kissed me gently, our tongues mimicking the movements of our bodies.

  “Don’t come,” he growled, obviously feeling my body about ready to explode.

  “You need to get there, honey,” I countered, scraping a nail down his nipple. It didn’t take long befo
re he let out a grunt, so I let myself join him in climax.

  He kissed me again before slipping out of me and heading to the bathroom. He didn’t linger and joined me back on the bed, settling a warm washcloth between my legs.

  Stretching out on his back, he pulled me over his chest and I tucked my face into his neck and snuggled close. “It’s very possible you put a baby in me right then,” I said.

  Mack chuckled. “One can hope.”

  “I really will think about it, honey.”

  He cupped my cheek and tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. “No pressure. We do this, we do this together. That won’t ever change.”

  I smiled. “I know, honey. I hear you.”

  “You wanna drink some wine and make-out in front of the TV?”

  “Hells, yeah I do,” I said, and sat up.

  Mack grinned and we got dressed in our pajamas. Since we were both now starving, he resurrected his pasta concoction, and after we ate, we snuggled up on the sofa.

  Kim

  Knight walked into the house and slammed the door. I turned off the kitchen faucet and grabbed a towel, meeting him in the foyer. “Still no luck?”

  He kicked off his boots and shook his head. “Booker’s been workin’ on it for hours, but there are close to a hundred iPads he has to go through and so far, none of them are on.”

  I bit my lip. “That sucks... but can I just say, a hundred iPads? That’s so incredibly awesome. People really stepped up this year.”

  He sighed. “Yeah, sugar, it’s awesome. Unless the asshole who stole the truck is already selling them and makin’ a mint.”

  Dropping the towel on the console, I slid my hands around his waist. “You guys’ll find the truck, honey. I’m confident of it. If not, we’ll still have a great party because you and I’ll cover the cost of new toys.”

  He pulled me close. “Don’t wanna have to do that, Kim.”

  “I know. Me neither. But it’s nice to know we can.”

  “Daddy!” Cambry squealed, making a run for us. Jagger wasn’t far behind, and the four of us ended up in a snuggle pile on the floor with Knight taking most of the weight. Lucky for us, my man was big and strong.

  “Okay, monkeys, dinner’s almost ready,” I said. “Go wash up.”

  The kids climbed off their dad and made a run for the downstairs bathroom, while Knight helped me up, pushing me against the foyer wall and kissing me deeply. I wove my fingers into his hair and tugged gently.

  “Why do you rile me up when we can’t do anything about it?” I complained.

  His hand cupped my breast. “Just primin’ the pump, sugar. Gonna turn the valve into the fully open position later.”

  I giggled. “Yeah, that ‘valve’ will definitely be open.”

  He gave me a sexy grin. “I know it will.”

  “Ew, gross,” Jagger said. “Dad’s kissin’ Mama again.”

  Cambry giggled. “Why are you always kissing?”

  Knight smiled at me. “It’s one of the ways I show Mom how much I love her.”

  I beamed up at him, sliding my hand to his waist again and giving him a gentle squeeze.

  “If Sam Wallers kisses me, does that mean he loves me?” she asked, and the look on my husband’s face both terrified and amused me.

  He hunkered his big body down in front of Cambry and asked, “Did Sam Wallers kiss you?”

  She shook her head. “He said he loves me, and he puckered his lips, but Cash walked over to me before he could.”

  I bit my lip. Dani’s kid was super protective of Cambry, and I loved that they were in the same private school.

  Knight settled his hands on Cambry’s arms. “No boy should be kissin’ you, Cambry. If a boy likes you, he better show you some respect and be your friend. If he wants to kiss you, you tell him your daddy’ll kill him if he does.”

  “Okay, maybe not say that,” I countered. “But it’s real important that you respect yourself, sweet girl, and letting boys kiss you just because they say they love you, isn’t how you do it.”

  “You need to make ’em sweat a little,” Knight said.

  Cambry smiled. “You’re funny, Daddy. Sweating’s gross.”

  “So is kissing.”

  She dropped her head back with a dramatic eye roll and groaned. “Fine.”

  “Cambry, you handle drinks tonight, okay?” I said. “Jagger, knives and forks.”

  “Okay, Mom,” Jag said.

  “We’re gonna decorate the tree after dinner.”

  “Yay!” Jagger said, pumping his fist in the air before heading out of the foyer.

  Knight kissed Cambry’s forehead and she skipped off to the kitchen. He rose to his feet and faced me with a frown. “Who the fuck is this Sam kid?”

  “First I’ve heard,” I said. “I’ll talk to Dani about it tomorrow. Maybe Cash said something.”

  Knight let out a quiet growl. “Fuckin’ hate dicks.”

  I chuckled. “I get it, honey. We have a long time before we have to worry about actual dicks, though. It’s all gonna be okay.”

  He kissed me gently, then we went about serving dinner.

  After the tree was decorated, hot cocoa was consumed, and our kids were tucked in bed, I followed Knight to our bedroom where he proceeded to practically rip my clothes from my body. “Still primed, sugar?”

  I nodded.

  “Shower,” he demanded, and I stalked there and flipped on the water.

  Kissing me, he lifted me inside the gigantic, tiled space (with six shower heads) and gently pushed me up against the wall. As I tilted my head out of the water, Knight put his lips against my neck and slid his hand between my legs. He ran his fingers across my wet folds, and his dick pulsed against my hip.

  My hips arched into his hand. “Fuck me.”

  “How hard?” he asked, sliding one finger through my wetness.

  I shivered and pushed against his hand. “Hard.”

  He grinned as he shoved a finger inside me and bit my neck.

  “Aidan,” I growled. “I want your cock.”

  He stroked me a few times, then pulled his fingers out and demanded, “Hands on the wall.”

  I turned and slapped my palms against the tile.

  He grabbed my hips as I arched my ass up. But he still didn’t give me his cock. Instead, his knees hit the floor and he ran a tongue over my wetness. “Love your cunt, sugar.”

  “Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I panted out.

  He sank two fingers back inside me and took my clit between his teeth.

  My body shuddered as he rotated his fingers and rubbed deep inside, hitting my G-spot as he sucked my clit. I whimpered as my climax built, but then he backed off my pussy and rose to his feet.

  “Knight,” I snapped.

  “Patience, sugar.”

  “Fuck patience,” I ground out, and I was rewarded with his cock. He buried himself to the hilt and slid a hand between my legs again to finger my clit.

  “Love your tight cunt, Kim.”

  I dropped my head to the tile and tried not to pass out from the sensations swamping me.

  Palming one nipple, he twisted the other, as he reared back and slid into me one slow, torturous inch at a time. I could feel my pussy pulsing and I took one hand off the wall and slid it to my clit. While he focused on my tits and I focused on my clit, he pulled almost all the way out again, then drove back into me all at once.

  I sucked a breath through my teeth and pushed my ass against him. Rearing back, he slammed into me again, grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back so he could reach my mouth with his.

  His tongue connected with mine as he buried his dick inside of me again, then he released my hair and focused on fucking me senseless.

  “Knight,” I rasped. “I can’t—”

  “Now, sugar.”

  Dropping my head back against his shoulder, I exploded and he wasn’t far behind me, his cock pulsing as we came together.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed out. “Amazing.”


  He chuckled, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear before turning me to face him and cupping my cheeks. “Love you, Kim.”

  “I love you, too, honey.”

  He kissed me again, then we finished our shower and headed to bed.

  Maisie

  Thirty-six hours later...

  “Connor Wallace, I will hurt you,” I threatened from my place between the wall and one of our high-backed chairs. The Christmas tree was to the right of me, so I didn’t really have much of an escape route.

  His gorgeous, bearded face lit up with a cheeky grin. “Not afraid of you, Sunshine, now come out of there.”

  “Not until you promise you won’t make me pee.”

  He laughed. “Not promisin’ you shit.”

  I had a secret, and Hatch wanted to know what it was, but I was a vault. However, he thought tickling the information out of me would be a good idea... this meant I was running around the house like a mad woman, trying to keep something between us at all times.

  “She’s not going to tell you anything, Sid,” Poppy taunted as she held our two-year-old, Jamie’s hand and kept him out of the fray.

  Flash, on the other hand, was trying to help out his dad in catching me. He was almost four and a total and complete carbon copy of Hatch. “Parker,” I warned as he tried to drag me from my hiding place.

  He just squealed with laughter.

  “Flash, come on outta there,” Hatch said. “This is between your mom and me.”

  We called him Flash because he was ridiculously quick... to get into trouble or out of my line of sight.

  “Come with me, little brother,” Poppy said, holding her free hand out to him. “We’ll watch the show from here.”

  Flash rushed to her and I focused back on my husband. “I’m not telling you anything, darling, so there’s no point in trying to torture me.”

  “Oh, the torture part’s just for me.”

  I bit my lip as desire rushed my nether regions. Hatch always said he loved to see me laugh because I had a similar look on my face when I came, and he only ever wanted to see me happy or climaxing. He might be in the mood to torture me one way right now, but the promise of a different kind of torture later made me shiver in anticipation.