“Oh, god, Declan, harder,” I demanded, and he rolled us slightly, shifting his hips and his dick hit the g-spot... hard.
“Squeeze my dick, baby,” he guided, and I contracted, then released, and he slammed in again, hitting my very special spot harder than the first. I came so fast, I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.
He wasn’t far behind me, chuckling as his dick pulsed inside of me.
“Jesus, honey. I’m so sorry!” I hissed, studying the bite mark already raised and red. “Did I hurt you?”
“You marking me when you come so hard your body shakes? No, you did not hurt me.”
“I should get you ice.”
“You move and I will not give you a red ass for at least a week.”
“You wouldn’t,” I growled.
He grinned. “No, I probably wouldn’t. I would never be able to deny you anything that made you happy.”
I let out a mock relieved sigh. “Good to know.”
He slid gently out of me. “Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I tried,” I informed him and he kissed me before walking into the bathroom, returning with a clean washcloth, cleaning me up.
He helped me shift back under the cover, and we stayed in bed, watching the snow, and reveling in our love as the perfect Christmas morning continued to dawn.
I made a decision that a Rocky Mountain Christmas needed to happen every year and I couldn’t wait to plan our next one.
Kennedy
New Year’s Eve...
Mouse helped me navigate the steps of my parents’ front porch. I was now on crutches and taking full advantage of the freedom of not having to use the scooter. I had about another four weeks and I’d be out of this cast for good. I couldn’t wait.
“You can just walk in, honey,” I directed, and Mouse pushed the door open, and I hobbled inside. “We’re here!” I called out and I heard my mom let out a quiet squeal.
She appeared before me like an apparition before we could even make it out of the foyer.
“Ring!” she demanded, even though she’d already seen it on a video call. I laughed, reaching out my hand so she could admire it.
She released me then pulled Mouse in for a hug. “Well done, honey.”
“Thanks Trish.”
“Come in. Dinner’s almost ready, but Dad wants to do presents first.”
I followed Mom into the formal living room where the tree was still set up. Presents were still spilling out from under it and I chuckled. “I see you limited yourself this year.”
“Oh, stop,” Mom admonished. “We have another member of the family to shop for.”
Mouse gave me a strangled look and I grinned, taking his hand and squeezing it. He took the presents from the bag we brought and set them under the tree, then after greeting my father and brothers, he helped me flop onto the sofa, setting my crutches aside.
“Do Kennedy first,” Colm demanded, and I raised an eyebrow.
“This is never good,” I said.
“Oh, you’ll like this, Jack,” Tadhg assured me.
“Are you all in on it?”
“All of us,” Colm said, waving a hand toward Mouse as well.
“What did you do?” I asked him.
Mouse shrugged. “Why don’t you wait and see?”
Mom handed me a beautifully wrapped box, and I tore into it. It was empty. “Um, are you giving me oxygen?”
My family laughed, and Dad pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, handing it to me.
“Daddy, I told you I don’t need money.”
“Jesus, woman open the damn envelope,” Mouse growled.
I wrinkled my nose and ripped open the envelope, unfolding the papers that read on the top ‘DEED.’
“You bought me a house?”
“A bakery,” Mouse corrected.
I gasped. “What?”
“You know the space that opened up next to Parker?” Mouse said.
“Um, yes.”
“Well, your dad and I talked, and we put a down payment on the space. You need to follow your dreams, baby.”
I felt the burn of tears. “What?”
“You’re gonna have to make the mortgage payments, sweetheart,” Dad said. “But not until you open your store. Mom and I are covering you for ninety days, then you’re on your own.”
“What?”
Mouse smiled. “Doom is going to help you with the build plans, and I will obviously be your slave labor, but so will several of the recruits.”
Tears slid down my cheeks. “Are you serious right now?”
“This is the least I’ve heard her say in years,” Colm retorted.
“Suck it,” I replied, then turned to Mouse. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Of course, you can,” he countered. “You’re not doin’ it alone, baby.”
“You’re the smartest person we know, honey,” Mom said.
“Hey now,” Tadhg countered and Mom chuckled.
“Present company excepted,” Mom corrected.
My brothers rolled their eyes and I couldn’t stop a grin. I was a mama’s girl through and through. We had never been like a typical mom-daughter pair. There was never strife when I was a teenager, and although she’d always been my mom, she was also my friend, and I went to her with everything. I was her favorite, but my brothers never made me feel bad for that, because she shared the love equally. She and I just tended to do more together because we were so similar.
Dad and I were close as well, but he is a man. No surprise I’d fallen in love with Mouse. He’s a lot like my dad, only a bit more sensitive and romantic. Mom was Dad’s world and he loved her on a level that should be a goal for any man.
I took a deep breath and faced my family. “I can’t really express to you how much I love you. Thank you. I am going to work my ass off to make this work and I’m just... I don’t know... totally humbled by your misguided trust in my abilities.”
They laughed and then they let me off the hook, because they know I use humor to deflect from my vulnerable feelings and I needed them to stop focusing on me.
“Right,” Mom said, clapping her hands. “Colm, you’re up next.”
Mouse wrapped an arm tightly around me and I leaned against him as everyone passed presents around the room.
Hands down, this was the best Christmas ever.
* * *
Forty-three days later
I walked through the door of my apartment to find Mouse at the stove, dropping corn into a pot of boiling water. I’d just spent the afternoon finalizing paint colors for the bakery with Doom and his recruits.
“Hi, honey,” I said, closing the distance between us, and kissing him. “Whatya cookin’?”
“Pork chops,” he said.
“Can the process be paused.”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m gonna need you to fuck me, and anal needs to be on the table.”
“Jesus, fuck,” he hissed, turning off the water. “Get naked immediately.”
I chuckled and made a run for our bedroom, stripping as I went. Mouse was right behind me and arrived buck naked, his dick already rock hard. I dropped to my knees and took him as far as I could before nearly choking.
He had other ideas, pulling out of my mouth and lifting me to my feet. “Over the bench.”
I licked my lips and bent over the upholstered bench at the end of our bed, gripping the footboard, my nipples pebbling in anticipation.
He walked back to me, dropping lube onto the seat, then kneeling so he could attach nipple clamps to me, leaving the chain attached to them hanging. It was then I noticed he’d grabbed one of my hair clips and unhinged it to wrap around one of the rails of the footboard.
This was new.
He tugged gently on the clamps and when the chain didn’t give way, he attached that to the clip as well.
“Jesus,” I hissed, my pussy already soaked.
“Yeah, figured you’d like that.”
I bit my
lip and tried not to come.
Shifting his position, Mouse knelt behind me, between my legs. “Spread more, baby.”
I did, inadvertently tugging on the chain and my nipples hardened even more. I was so grateful the damn cast was gone and my leg was finally getting its strength back.
He ran his tongue between my folds, then tongued my very private, forbidden area. I whimpered with need, so my man had mercy on me.
He got to his feet and slid into me, moving slowly at first, then increasing in speed until I came so hard, I nearly pulled my clamps off. He chuckled, pulling out of me, then grabbing the lube. I watched as he ran his hand up and down his length, readying himself for what he was about to do to my ass, then squeezing lube on his fingertip and sliding it inside of me. I dropped my head back as desire swamped me again, tugging the chain again, creating yet more of a frenzy.
Pulling his finger out of my ass, he slapped my pussy, first with his fingers, then his dick. “Fuckin’ love your pussy, baby.”
“It loves you,” I panted out as he continued to slap my folds gently.
“But my dick’s ready for your ass,” he whispered, dragging his hand up and down his shaft. “You ready?”
“So ready,” I rasped, and he pressed his cock to my tight hole.
I heard the cap of the lube being flipped, then coldness at my entrance and then he pressed further in. “You okay?”
“God, yes,” I growled, and he slid deeper.
He took a few seconds to push all the way in, then he added more lube before dropping the tube on the ground.
Reaching between my legs, he fingered my clit as he moved slowly in and out, letting me get used to his size.
I’d come to embrace my kink, no longer feeling as though it was something dirty, mostly because Mouse was with me all the way. I suppose that’s no surprise. Most men would appreciate the fact I was up for anything, but with Mouse, I felt like we were on this adventure together. Although, others had tried, I’d never felt safe enough to try anal, but Mouse was the gentlest, most patient human being on the planet, so even though it took several tries, he never pushed me further than I wanted to go.
Now, however, it was something I wanted a little more than might be normal, and he made sure it was always good for me.
“Now, honey,” I begged, and he slapped my ass, then gripped my hips and began to move faster and faster until he was slamming into me, albeit carefully.
“Slap that clit, baby,” he ordered, and I slid one hand between my legs and slapped my clit, slipping my fingers in and out of my pussy as he fucked my ass.
I screamed as my climax hit, my fingers soaking with my juices, then he let out a quiet grunt and I felt his dick pulse inside of me. He slid slowly out and squeezed my ass, before kissing the small of my back. “Don’t move.”
I didn’t think I could if I tried.
He returned with a warm washcloth, wiping me clean before unhooking the chain from the clip attached to the footboard, but leaving my clamps in place. I was still primed, my fingers pressing against my mound, moving to tap my clit and Mouse knelt in front of me, moving my hand away and replacing it with his mouth. He smiled up at me as his tongue ran over my nub. “Spread, Lace.”
I spread more, weaving my hands into his hair and gripping his scalp as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and pressed two fingers inside of me. As he continued to lap at my mound, his hand pumped harder and harder into me until an orgasm rolled through and I almost fell over him. He caught me, lifting me and dropping me on the bed, tugging on the chain and releasing my clamps, my nipples suddenly on fire in the best of ways.
He stretched out beside me and pulled me onto his chest. “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re fuckin’ amazing.”
“Back atya,” I said.
He rolled me onto my back and kissed me. “You just get better.”
“You do too,” I said, stroking his beard. “Thanks for experimenting with me.”
He chuckled. “Any time.”
“Can we eat now?”
“Yeah. Don’t get dressed.”
“Only if you promise you’re gonna fuck me in the kitchen.”
“I’m gonna fuck you, then feed you, then fuck you again.”
I laughed. “Yes!”
* * *
A few weeks later(ish)...
Saturday morning, a week or so before St. Patrick’s Day, I was crafting tiny little top hats out of fondant. I had been at the bakery since three. It was opening day of Cups ’n Cakes, and I needed to make sure everything was perfect. I was also getting a jump on everything I’d need for our very Irish celebration next week.
“Baby, do you want to come and approve the display?” Mouse asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
“Yes, definitely.” I pulled my gloves off and dropped them in the trash, then followed him out to the front.
Parker, who was married to Rabbit, owned Parker’s Petals two doors down, and she had donated some fresh flowers for displays. She’d been here since six, as had Rabbit, helping to set everything up.
“Oh my god, you guys,” I breathed out. “This looks amazing.”
When we’d drawn up the plans for the space, Doom had suggested I plan for a café set-up, offering coffee and pastries, along with cakes and confections. The area only had one large chain coffee shop, unusual to say the least, so I was in a prime location to get even more business if I offered breakfast. I’d worried it would be a lot more work, but I had a club full of young men trying to earn their dues, and Doc had informed me that they were available to use and abuse, so I decided to go for the moon.
I now had seating for twenty, with gorgeous little tables and chairs that felt very Parisian, especially with the fresh flower centerpieces Parker had provided.
The glass case at the front of the store had been cleaned, so it displayed the cakes, cupcakes, and pastries beautifully. Parker had placed flowers in various spots in the case as well and I loved everything she did.
“How am I going to replicate this every day?” I cried, pulling Parker in for a hug. “Thank you for everything.”
“I’ve taken pictures,” Parker said. “You got this.”
I chuckled. “Thank you.”
“Ten minutes, Lace,” Mouse warned. “Do you need anything?”
“No, honey, this is perfect.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Better than I could have imagined. Thank you.”
He kissed my temple and gave me a squeeze. “You’re welcome.”
“Right, let’s flip that sign,” I said, wiping my tears of gratitude away.
“Wait,” Mouse said. “I want to take a video of this.”
He grabbed his phone and I made a Vanna White play of turning the sign and unlocking the door, then hugged everyone again.
That was the last second of breath I had.
The first person through the door was Doom, followed by every single biker and their significant other (if they had one). Some also brought their kids, so every table was filled, and there was a line to get in the door.
I tried to give Doom and his wife, Lyric, a free breakfast, but they were having none of it. They’d brought their darling children who oohed and aahed over their food and told me I was the best baker they’d ever met. They paid, then left a huge tip and by the time I turned the sign back to closed, and locked the front door, I was nearly in tears with the gratitude I felt.
I was alone with Mouse, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him and dropped my head into his chest.
“You okay?” he asked, hugging me back.
“I am just so... overwhelmed. I love you. Thank you for taking this risk with me.”
I’d come to find out that Mouse had taken ten-thousand dollars out of his life savings to make this dream happen for me, so the risk for him was just as big. Maybe bigger.
“I will do anything with, and for, you, Kennedy.”
“I know,” I breathed out. “I will never take that for granted.”
He g
rinned, leaning down to kiss me. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas indeed.”
I kissed him again and we spent the rest of the evening prepping to do it all again the next morning.
This man, this biker, had healed me on a level I had not expected, and I was the luckiest girl on earth.
Unedited Excerpt ©2020 Piper Davenport
CHAPTER ONE
Posey
My doorbell rang and I opened the door to find a large box on the porch. I frowned. I recognized the logo because the ads for the recipe and ingredient company were constantly popping up on my social media accounts.
The problem was, I hadn’t ordered it.
“Oh my god,” I breathed out.
But I knew who had, so I locked my door, carried the box into the kitchen and called my mother.
“Did you get it?” she asked.
“No, ‘hello my beautiful girl, how are you’?” I admonished.
“Hello, my beautiful girl, how are you? Did you get it?”
I laughed. “Yes, Mama, I got it, but I don’t know why you’re trying... again. I can’t cook. I celebrate the fact I can’t cook, and I don’t want anyone to change me.”
“But you have to cook for your husband.”
“Oh, my lord, Mama, it’s not nineteen-fifty! I don’t want a husband.”
“Yes, you do. You just can’t cook so you don’t think you can find one.”
My mother had absolutely no filter.
“This is not true, and you know it.” I ran a knife down the seam of the tape keeping the box closed. “If I find a husband because some man drops in my lap and says he can’t live without me, then he will be able to cook.”
She scoffed. “I have failed you as a mother.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m still southern to the core, Mama.”
“We’ll argue about that later.”
I grinned, pulling the items out of the box. “Or we won’t.”
“Please make your dinner, honey. Don’t order pizza.”
“I’ll try, Mom. I’ll send you photos of how it all turns out.”
“There’s the spirit. Love you.”
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