The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,71
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.”
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.