The Davenport Christmas Chronicles

by Piper Davenport

  “What?”

  “That’s the first time you’ve called me ‘honey.’ I like it, baby. Keep doin’ it.”

  “I’ll consider it.”

  He chuckled. “Do you need me to come down?”

  “No, we’re good here. Just have fun and I’ll see you when you get back.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you too, honey.”

  “Fuck me, I’m coming back now.”

  I laughed. “No, you’re not. I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay, Lace.”

  He hung up and the warm fuzzies were back again. This time, however, I let them settle over me like a warm blanket.

  Kennedy

  The next day, I woke up snuggled close to Mouse. It was the first time I’d spent an entire night with him, and I liked it. A lot.

  “Mornin’, baby.”

  I met his eyes. “How long have you been awake?”

  “I haven’t really been to sleep.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because the second I’d fall asleep, your leg would find its way to my side of the bed. Pretty sure I came close to a broken shin myself.”

  I gasped. “Really?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I breathed out, trying to sit up, but Mouse held me tighter. “I’ll sleep on the sofa—”

  “Like hell you will.”

  “Honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’d take any punishment you dole out if it means you’re next to me.”

  “Aww, you’re so ’mantic.” I kissed his pec.

  He chuckled. “Don’t ruin my street cred.”

  “Well, your secret’s safe with me but only until I decide I want to tell someone.”

  “Fair.”

  “I need to take a shower in a bad way.”

  “I grabbed a couple of garbage bags,” he said, still holding me close.

  “You did?”

  “Yeah. We’ll double wrap your cast and you should be good.”

  I bit my lip and kissed his neck. “I’d super love it if you’d join me.”

  “Yeah, I can do that.”

  “But I want you to fuck me.”

  “Jesus, woman, no.”

  I leaned up and frowned. “Are you seriously denying me?”

  “Your leg is busted to hell, Kennedy. I’m not risking doing any further damage.”

  “You won’t.”

  “Lace—”

  “I’m so fucking horny, Declan, I’m about to lose my mind.”

  “I’m happy to finger fuck you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you with the full regalia.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I’d be happy with half the regalia, but fingers just aren’t gonna cut it.” I pushed myself up and slid out of bed. “I’m gonna need that dick.”

  “Hold on, I’ll help you,” he said, and threw the covers back.

  I sat back on the edge of the mattress and waited for Mouse to grab the garbage bags. Once he’d wrapped my leg, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bathroom, so I didn’t need to use the scooter, then he set me on the ground next to the sinks. I brushed my teeth while he started the water, then he helped me get naked and lifted me into the shower, stepping in behind me.

  “This shower’s way too fuckin’ small to do anything to you, Kennedy.”

  “Get creative.”

  “No. But I promise, I’ll take care of you once we’re out, deal?”

  I let out a quiet huff. “Fine.”

  He grinned. “You really are in a bad way.”

  “Was I being vague?”

  He grabbed my body wash and squeezed some into his palm, before moving his hands over my body, massaging me as he went. He paid extra attention to my nipples and they pebbled at his touch.

  Leaning down, he kissed me as he slid his hand between my legs, thumbing my clit as his fingers pushed inside of me. I gasped against his lips as he pressed his digits deeper.

  Gripping his shoulders, I arched into his hand and he began to pump slowly, before moving faster and faster, his thumb deliciously at my nub, and I could feel an orgasm begin to build.

  I groaned as he worked my body like an expert, then I cried out his name as a climax swamped me. He grinned, kissing me. “My work here is done.”

  “Like hell it is,” I countered. “That was nice, but I need your dick.”

  “I’ll allow it, especially considering I’m hard as a fucking rock now.”

  “You’re usually hard as a rock.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, you do that to me.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Ready to wash your hair?”

  “Yep,” I said, and he helped guide my head under the water.

  Once we finished our shower, Mouse helped me dry off and then he carried me back to the bedroom, setting me on the bed just as my phone rang.

  “It’s my mom,” I said, and rolled my eyes. “Leave it to her to cock block me.”

  He chuckled. “Take the call, Lace. There’ll be no blocking.”

  “Hi, Mom.”

  “Hi, honey, how are you doing?”

  “Better every day.”

  “Are you still taking pain meds?”

  “About one a day now, but weening down even more this week.”

  “That’s great, sweetie. When do you think you’ll be home?”

  “Still planning on flying home the day after Christmas,” I said. “Why? Big plans?”

  “No reason. We’re still planning on New Year’s.”

  “We’ll be there,” I promised. “Are you worried, Mama?”

  She sighed. “A little less every day. Your man is keeping your dad up to date, so that helps.”

  I raised an eyebrow toward Mouse. “My man is updating Daddy?”

  Mouse grinned.

  “Yep,” Mom confirmed. “It’s quite possible your dad loves him more than you.”

  “I doubt that, but he and I can battle it out at New Year’s.”

  Mom chuckled. “I can’t wait to see that.”

  “We’ll make sure you have a front row seat.”

  “I look forward to it,” she said, still laughing. “I’m going to let you go, sweetie. I love you.”

  “Love you too, Mama.” I hung up and craned my head to look up at Mouse who was now standing between my legs. “You’re keeping my dad updated?”

  “I am.”

  “How often do you two ladies gab?”

  He chuckled. “Every other day.”

  “Shut up. Seriously?”

  “Yeah.” He slid his hands to my neck. “Your dad’s the shit, baby.”

  “I know.” I blinked back tears.

  “Why are you cryin’?”

  “Because you’re being so sweet, and I don’t deserve it.”

  He stroked my cheek. “See, this is the problem.”

  I sniffed. “What’s the problem?”

  “You think you don’t deserve every sweet thing that comes your way. I don’t understand where that comes from because your family loves you like crazy.”

  I sighed. “I know. I’m broken.”

  He smiled. “You’re not broken, honey, you’re bruised. I’m gonna fix that.”

  I slid my hands around his waist. “You already have.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded, kissing his abdomen, just above his already hardening cock. I wrapped my mouth around his tip, then took him to the back of my throat, barely reaching the hilt. He was huge, and I loved it.

  “You want me to come down your throat, or in your cunt?”

  I released him with a pop and looked up at him. “Can it be both?”

  He grinned. “Hell, yeah.”

  I grinned and took him back in my mouth.

  * * *

  One week later, I was wheeling myself around the Howlers’ clubhouse cabin on my scooter when Mouse stepped in front of me and crossed his arms. “You’re supposed to be staying off that leg.”

  “I am off it,�
� I pointed out.

  “Sit your ass down, Lace.”

  “I can’t. I have cupcakes in the oven.”

  “I will pull them out when they’re ready.”

  “And you’ll burn your mouth because you’ll immediately shove one into it.”

  “I will neither confirm nor deny,” he retorted.

  I grinned. “I’ll let you help me, but you have to promise not to eat any.”

  “I won’t eat any... while they’re hot.”

  “They’re for the kids, honey. I promise I’ll make you anything you want for Christmas, but let the kids enjoy all the goodness when they come tomorrow, okay?”

  He leaned down to kiss me gently. “I’ll give you everything because you called me ‘honey.’”

  “Jesus, you’re easy.”

  Mouse laughed. “Remember that.”

  I rolled my eyes and lowered myself into a chair next to the sofa just as the timer on my phone pealed.

  “Don’t move,” Mouse ordered, and I craned my neck to watch him as he walked into the kitchen.

  I would kill for a kitchen like the one the Howlers’ had in their clubhouse. They had both a giant walk-in pantry and freezer, along with three commercial grade refrigerators, all run on solar. Sundance was working to get the entire property running on solar, and I couldn’t imagine how much money it would cost him. Not that they cared... they were flush with cannabis funds from both their grow-houses and shops around Colorado.

  I was currently taking advantage of three of their four ovens to bake cupcakes for the foster kids who would all be at the club tomorrow for a huge holiday party, complete with gifts and a visit from Santa.

  It was very similar to the one we threw in Savannah, only on steroids.

  I might not know much about one-percent clubs, but these bikers had hearts of gold, and wanted kids to be safe and well cared for not just at Christmas. Violet said her dad donated a ‘shit ton’ of money to various charities, including the arts. I found I was liking Sundance the more I got to know him.

  “They’re good, Lace,” Mouse called out.

  “You sure?”

  “I checked them just the way you showed me.”

  I heard metal clanging and deduced he was setting the pans onto the stainless-steel island. These were my last hundred cupcakes. Now, I just had to frost. Luckily, Mouse was always a willing assistant and a quick learner, so frosting should go quite quickly.

  Mouse made his way out to me just as I heard a deep voice bellow, “Who the fuck made these goddamn cupcakes?”

  “That would be me,” I called back.

  Rocky, the club’s VP, appeared in the doorway. He was a gorgeous, long-haired, epic-bearded, badass biker who could make any woman forget their manners. “You’re a fuckin’ genius with sugar, sweetheart.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t know that, Rocky, because they’re for the kids, not you.”

  He grinned a chocolatey grin. “Sorry, not sorry.”

  “So, if I make a batch and freeze them for the club, you won’t object?”

  “You’d seriously do that?”

  “Sure, if you want them.”

  “Yeah, I fuckin’ want them.”

  I chuckled. “Okay, I’ll do that then.”

  He gave me a chin lift and turned back toward the kitchen.

  “Don’t touch the cupcakes, Rocky!” I snapped.

  “Goddammit!” he growled, and I couldn’t stop a laugh.

  Mouse leaned down and kissed me. “Aero and I are headin’ out for a bit. Are you good?”

  “Where are you going?”

  “None ya.”

  “None ya?”

  “None ya business,” he clarified.

  I bit my lip. “Are you shopping for my Christmas present?”

  He grinned. “Stay off that leg.”

  “Nothing pink.”

  “Baby, do you really think I’d ever buy you anything pink?”

  “Unless it’s rose gold.”

  “I’m well aware of your obsession with rose gold, Kennedy,” he retorted.

  “So, it is my Christmas gift.”

  He dropped his head back and laughed, then he leaned down to kiss me again. “I’ll see you soon.”

  I stroked his beard. “Be safe.”

  “I will.”

  “I love you.”

  His eyes widened, and he kissed my nose. “Love you too, baby.”

  I smiled. It was the first time I’d told him first, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

  He and Aero walked out the door and Violet set a cup of cocoa in front of me. “Fox wanted you to have extra marshmallows.”

  “Oh, my god, he’s so cute.”

  ‘Fox’ was actually Felix Stonewell, Stoney’s little boy. Stoney was gorgeous and had fallen madly in love with Sabrina when she’d showed up looking for his help. Fox was actually Sabrina’s nephew, and the result of a one-night stand between Stoney and Sabrina’s sister years ago. The little boy had been kidnapped and desperately needed Stoney’s resources to find him.

  “When you’re off the meds, we’ll drop some Kahlua in there,” Violet promised.

  I chuckled. “I can’t wait.”

  For the next two hours, we gabbed like sisters as bikers strolled in and out of the club. By the time Mouse and Aero walked back in, I discovered I was going to have to make another hundred cupcakes because the word was out (by Rocky), so more and more bikers were showing up as the day wore on.

  I loved every second.

  * * *

  Christmas morning dawned with fresh snow and I rolled over, snuggling close to Mouse as the sun peeked through the windows.

  “Tell me again why we can’t close the drapes?” Mouse grumbled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me over his chest.

  “Because, snow.”

  “Snow’s bright, though, baby,” he argued. “And I like sleep.”

  I chuckled. “You can sleep when we get back to Georgia.”

  He rolled me and kissed my neck. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas, honey.”

  “Do you want your present now or later?”

  “Um, now,” I sassed. “Duh.”

  He chuckled, shifting to reach for something in the nightstand drawer, then rolling back to me, and kissing me gently. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  He held up a dark blue, leather box and smiled. “Want you to marry me, Lace.”

  I gasped, snagged the box and opening it. “Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.”

  He took the box back. “You can have it back when you say yes.”

  I grinned. “Yes!”

  He kissed me again, then slid the ring on my finger. A cushion cut diamond sat proudly in a halo of smaller diamonds, all in a rose gold setting.

  “How did you know what I wanted?”

  “Outside of the rose gold... Remington,” he said.

  I didn’t try to stop the tears. “You called Rem?”

  “Yeah, baby. Also got permission from your dad.”

  “Oh my god, you are the best man on the planet.”

  “No shit,” he retorted.

  I laughed. “I love it, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Are you going to move in with me when we get home, then?”

  “Do you want me to?” he asked.

  “Yes. Definitely.”

  He grinned. “Hell, yeah, I’m movin’ in with you.”

  I stroked his beard. “Thank you for everything, honey. I will never take it for granted.”

  “Me neither.”

  “Okay, I have something for you,” I said, sliding out of the bed and hopping to the closet.

  I started to drag out the giant box and he sat up and knifed off the bed. “Jesus, woman, stop!”

  I stopped and he lifted me back onto the bed, then pulled the box out of the closet.

  He grinned at me. “I saw that in there. Was wonderin’ what the fuck it was.”

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bsp; I raised an eyebrow. “Did you peek?”

  “No, I didn’t fuckin’ peek, Lace. I’m not you,” he retorted.

  “That’s fair.” I chuckled. “Open it.”

  He ripped open the package and let out a low whistle. “Are you fuckin’ serious?”

  I’d bought him a pair of custom saddlebags, complete with the Dogs of Fire Logo.

  “Are they okay?”

  He pushed me back on the mattress and kissed me. “They’re fuckin’ perfect, baby. Can’t wait to put ’em on.”

  He kissed me again, then stroked my cheek. “Are you in pain?”

  “Not even a little bit,” I said. “Why?”

  “I’m thinkin’ it’s time to get creative.” He pushed my cami up, past my breasts, then over my head, where he tied my arms together at my elbows.

  I arched with a whimper. “Yes.”

  “No code word today, baby. You need me to stop or shift, say that.”

  I nodded, licking my lips as his hand slid under the waistband of my panties and between my legs. He fingered my clit, then pressed his digits inside of me. I lost his hand briefly while he slid my panties to my thighs. “Spread your knees, baby. Careful of that leg.”

  “Take them off,” I demanded, and he slapped my pussy.

  “No.” He tugged my panties a little higher, so I had less room to move. “You’re gonna keep them there for the moment.”

  I tried to widen my legs enough to tear the fabric but failed. It never failed to impress me how creative he got with my clothing. There wasn’t a stitch on me, ever, that he couldn’t turn into some sort of binding device.

  His fingers dipped back inside of me, dragging my wetness to my clit where he fingered me again. “You think you can deal with my weight?”

  “Hell, yes, I can.”

  I was rewarded with my panties ripped off my body, and him hovering above me. “Do not put weight on that leg.”

  “I won’t,” I promised as his dick pressed at my entrance.

  I lifted up and his hand smacked my outer thigh, causing my pussy to flood.

  I groaned as I lowered my hips again, taking the weight off my leg. “Sorry, sorry.”

  He buried himself deep, kissing me gently, and running his nose against mine. “You doin’ okay?”

  “Harder, honey,” I begged, and he moved, his hand slipping back between my legs, his fingers working my clit, as his cock worked my pussy.

  He used his other hand to keep my tied arms over my head, so I was unable to touch him, other than wrapping my cast-free leg around his waist. I made sure my other leg was relaxed, even though I wanted to wrap that one around him as well.