The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,73
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