The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,25

on our way to a club dinner to tell me?”

“What are you talking about? I never said anything about needing to be fucked,” Cricket said before pausing and biting her lip.

Another one of her tells.

“See, I knew it. Why didn’t you say something while we were getting ready?”

She sighed. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t really know until now.”

“You were parading around in front of me with your tits out while I was dressing, and my dick’s been like a chunk of granite ever since.”

“I swear I wasn’t in the mood until you started talking about feeling better,” she said. “Are there really secluded places to park around here?”

“I’m sure as hell gonna find one.”

It had been almost a week since Cricket and I’d had sex, and both of us tended to get moody when we were overdue. We’d been like two ships passing in the night, with me dealing with all the club shit currently dragging us down, and her dealing with trying to keep the club coffers full.

We had a strict “no starvation” policy in our relationship and took that shit seriously. To us, sex was as physically essential to our survival as food and water. Plus, today was gonna be stressful enough, without adding unnecessary sexual tension between Cricket and me.

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Cricket

Minus pulled the truck into a shaded area of the park, overlooking the Columbia River, and slid his seat back as far as it would go. I was suddenly glad we were in the huge monstrosity he’d bought last year, instead of on his bike.

Minus unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. His dick was already hard, and my mouth watered to taste him. “Hop on, baby.”

I straddled his lap and he pushed my panties to the side and guided his cock inside of me. I groaned, sliding down his length, relishing the feeling of his girth filling me. “Jesus,” I hissed out.

“Not Jesus, Cricket,” he corrected, sliding my skirt up higher. My knee-high boots squeaked against the leather seat, but I didn’t want to stop to take them off. “Say my name.”

“Would it kill the mood if I said Beyoncé?” I teased before biting his lip.

His hand landed on my ass with a satisfying smack, and I whimpered with need.

I dropped my mouth to his again and ran my tongue across his lips, dipping it between them and kissing him as I raised up and lowered myself again. His hand slid under my sweater, tugging a bra cup down and rolling my nipple between his fingertips. I moaned as he twisted harder, slipping his other hand between our legs and fingering my clit.

“Minus,” I rasped.

“Yeah, baby. I got you. You gonna come for me?” he asked, pinching my nipple, the sensation of beautiful pain radiating directly to my clit. God, I loved this man and what he could do to my body.

I dropped my head back as an orgasm washed over me and Minus gripped my hips, thrusting up into me before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. His dick pulsed inside of me and I kissed him, smiling against his mouth as I shifted off of him.

Just as I grabbed the travel-sized tissue pack out of my purse, a knock came at our fogged-up windows.

“Who the hell is that?” I snapped, trying to right my clothes and clean up as quickly as I could. I managed to get my sweater back into place and my skirt down my thighs, but couldn’t fix my bra in time. The cups were still below my breasts and my still-hard nipples were rubbing against the wool.

Minus had just got his jeans dragged back over his hips, so he zipped up and rolled the window down slowly. “Afternoon, officer.”

I snapped my head up and threw my jacket over his lap to hide his half-chub. My man was huge even when he wasn’t hard, and the last thing we needed was an indecent exposure rap.

“May I see your license and registration please, sir?” the officer asked as he leaned closer, removing his sunglasses.

“Sure thing, officer,” Minus replied, coolly, reaching for his wallet.

“Minus?” the officer asked, surprised.

“Oh, hey, Deputy Aiello,” he said when he looked up. “How are you doing?”

“It’s Corporal now,” he replied, proudly pointing to his name tag.

“Congratulations,” Minus smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Ms. Wallace,” Corporal Aiello said with a wave.

“And to you, Corporal.” I must have looked guiltier than most of the actual criminals he faced. I couldn’t believe we were gonna