The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,17

at night, but as you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Did you tell anyone you were comin’?”

“Well, no, but again, I’m here and I’m okay.”

He stepped closer to me, his arms still crossed, his body still closed to me, and I hated it.

I flattened my palms against his chest, the leather of his cut cold to the touch. “I’m okay, honey.”

He continued to scowl, but he finally uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around me. “Not happy, Maisie.”

“I can see that, love.” I slid my arms under his cut and gave him a squeeze. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck!” he growled.

I squeezed my eyes shut and held on tight, then let out a sigh of resignation. “Come with me.”

I took his hand and dragged him out of the room, past some very amused looking bikers, and to the back of the compound. As I pushed open the door into the office area of the auto body shop, Hatch flipped on the lights and asked, “Sunshine, what the fuck’s goin’ on?”

“I have been trying to hide this damn thing for weeks, and quite frankly, it’s stressing me out, so you’re getting it tonight.” He raised an eyebrow and I squeezed his hand. “Close your eyes.”

By now, the rest of whoever had been hanging around had followed us into the back.

“Where did you stow it, buddy?” I asked Hawk.

“We put it back here,” he said, sounding a little irked, and walked toward the main shop.

Hatch and I followed (along with the rest of the guys).

“You know, we had this,” Hawk lamented... again. “If you’d left it alone, this coulda waited.”

“It was your job to keep him away from the compound, period,” I pointed out. “Excuse me if I had a little less faith in your ability to keep the secret... you know, since he’s been here almost every day for a week.”

“You really bustin’ my balls right now?” Hawk asked.

I sighed. “No. Not really. I appreciate your help. He’s impossible, so I know what you were up against.”

“Hey now,” Hatch said. “What the fuck did I do?”

“Why aren’t your eyes closed?”

“Can’t follow you if my eyes are closed, Sunshine.”

“Well, close them now, please,” I said, and kissed him quickly.

He did as I requested, and then Hawk pulled the cover off his surprise.

“You can open them now,” I said.

“Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me?” he virtually squeaked.

“Not even a little bit,” I said.

He circled the vintage bike, his expression one of awe. “Is this really a 1928 Indian Hill Climber?”

“Yep,” Ace said. “Found it down in Salem, and Mav and I picked it up last month.”

“It needs a lot of work,” I rushed to say, suddenly feeling a little insecure about my exorbitant purchase. “But you’ve been saying you wanted a project—”

His mouth was on mine before I could even finish my thought. I slid my hands in his hair as I was lifted high enough to wrap my legs around his waist and promptly carried out of the shop and up the stairs to our private room.

“Hatch,” I said between kisses. “The bike—”

“Can wait,” he growled, setting me on my feet. “Right now, I’m gonna fuckin’ show you my gratitude.”

I shivered in anticipation. “I can live with that.”

He threw off his cut and pulled off his shirt, while I slid my T-shirt over my head, then unclasped my bra. Licking my lips, I ran my fingers between his pecs. He reached for me, unzipping my jeans and pushing them off my body, panties and all.

“On your back, Sunshine.”

“No,” I argued and knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down his legs. I wrapped my fingers around his hardening length and slid my hand down, cupping him before taking his cock into my mouth. Hatch hissed, fisting his hands in my hair.

I took him deep in the back of my throat, my mouth watering almost as much as my pussy, and dragged my lips up and down his length, licking the pre-cum off his tip before taking him deep again.

Hatch tugged my hair gently. “On your knees.”

I’d learned pretty early on in our relationship that he was in charge in the bedroom, and I was thrilled by his bossiness when it came to sex, so I immediately went there. Hatch guided himself inside of me and I dropped my head back at the sensation.

“So fuckin’ wet.” His palm connected with my bare bottom and I whimpered and pushed my body back against him.

“Love the bike, baby,” he said, burying himself deeper. “Didn’t think I