The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,18
could fuckin’ love you more.”
I didn’t get the chance to respond as he slammed into me again, his palm slapping me a little harder this time and the sensation overtook everything. Sliding one hand between my legs and fingering my clit, I came the second the palm of his other hand slapped against my bottom again, crying out while he continued to thrust into me. His body locked and he wrapped his arms around me, gently rolling us to the side and nibbling the back of my neck.
“So, you like the bike,” I deduced, and Hatch laughed, turning me to face him.
He stroked my cheek and his eyes got soft as he said, “I love you Maisie Wallace. I’d love you even if you didn’t spend a fuckin’ mint to buy me that bike, but I do love the bike.”
“It wasn’t quite a mint,” I said.
“You know what I love more, though?”
“What?”
“The fact you went to all those lengths to surprise me.” He kissed me gently. “You bring me to my knees, baby. In the best of ways.”
“Technically, I was the one on my knees.”
He shook his head. “You really can’t take a compliment, can you?”
I smiled. “Guilty.”
“Not gonna beat a dead horse about you drivin’ here, but I need you to promise you won’t do that again, sunshine.”
“I can do that, darling. I should have trusted Hawk to keep the secret.”
“Yeah, baby, you should have.”
“But I can’t say I regret rushing over here... I’ll take a thorough fucking as punishment any day.”
Hatch laughed. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I leaned over and kissed him. “And I win.”
From our first Christmas together, we’d been competing to out-Christmas Christmas. So far, Hatch had won all but one year, because he was so incredibly sentimental and romantic, and I just wasn’t. But this year, I was pretty confident I’d won.
Hatch slid off the bed. “It’s not Christmas yet, Sunshine.”
I sat up with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter. I win.”
He grinned as he dragged on his clothing. “You that confident, baby?”
“Well, I was.” I bit my lip. “What have you done?”
“Me?” he asked, all mock innocence and shit.
I jumped off the bed and slid my arms around his waist. “Did you buy me a pony? Because a pony might give you a lead in the contest, but if it’s not a pony, then I win.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “You’ll have to wait until Christmas morning.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I hate waiting.”
“I’m aware... further proven by the fact you couldn’t wait to show me my surprise.”
I donned my clothes and said, “I had to do that.”
“Yep, sure you did,” he deadpanned.
I gripped his cut and grinned up at him. “That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.”
“Doublin’ down. I like it.” He kissed me again and stroked my neck. “Come on, baby, I’ll drive you home. A couple of the recruits can bring my truck back tomorrow.”
“Where’s the Christmas truck?”
“Safe,” he said. “I’ll tell you the story on the way home.”
I nodded and followed him out of the room, then down to the great room where Hatch spent some time hugging his brothers and thanking them for keeping the secret, then he led me out to my car and took me home... where he thanked me some more.
Dani
The morning of the party, I woke up with a tightness in my belly and a general uncomfortableness, but I refused to say anything to Austin, because he’d just freak out and overreact. The same thing happened with Archer, and Austin had rushed me to the hospital three times, in less than a week, before the doctor said not to come back unless my contractions were less than five-minutes apart. I thought my man’s head would explode... or he’d kill the doctor, so I’d had to keep my pain to myself for several weeks and it wasn’t easy.
“Baby, you ready?”
I took a deep breath, and called out, “Yep!”
I ran my hands over my stomach and took another couple of deep breaths before heading down the hall and into the foyer. Austin grinned, holding my coat and helping me into it. Once it was over my shoulders, he placed his hands gently on my belly, leaned down, and kissed me, before standing with a frown. “You’re rock hard, baby.”
“Am I?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You in pain?”
“No.” It wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t in pain right at that second.
“We should call the doctor.”
I smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Honey, I’m fine. The baby’s fine.