The Davenport Christmas Chronicles
bothered you.”“No bother at all, Corporal,” Minus said. “We appreciate you keeping Portland safe. We were just about to move along anyway.”
“We’re headed off to our club Christmas dinner. My brother and sister in-law are hosting this year, but not at their place, well sort-of at their place.” I began to ramble nervously. I did the same thing when Hatch would bust me after sneaking out at night. “We’d just stopped to—”
“Look at the view,” Minus said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Well, you two make sure you don’t stay out here too long or that turkey’s gonna get cold,” he said.
“You bet,” Minus said, with a wave and started the engine, and Corporal Aiello headed back to his cruiser. I slid out of my underwear and righted my bra before buckling my seatbelt.
“Oh, my god, that was close,” I panted out. He’d pulled out of the park and took the freeway entrance while I tried to further clean up. “My heart’s still racing.”
“What did you think he was going to do, baby? Drag us off to sex jail?” he asked as we drove toward the compound.
I shrugged. “Your record isn’t exactly clean, honey, I wasn’t sure what he’d do. But he could have nabbed us for indecent exposure for sure.”
“We weren’t exposed.”
“You weren’t,” I ground out, shifting in my seat. “I’m kind of naked under this skirt.”
“You are?” he asked, his eyes burning with desire again.
“My panties were soaked, Minus. Had to get rid of them.”
“Jesus,” he hissed. The Dogs of Fire compound was located behind Big Ernie’s Body Shop, but you wouldn’t know the mass amount of land by the front of the shop. As we pulled into the lot, Minus asked, “Is there a back entrance—”
“Yeah, you can get into my back entrance anytime,” I interrupted.
“Goddammit, Cricket. Stop. I’m gonna fuckin’ crash.”
“Kind of hard to crash when you’re barely going ten miles an hour, honey, but hurry up and park so you can fuck me again, mmm-k?”
“Where?”
“Oh, you can fuck me anywhere—”
“Where am I parking the truck, Cricket?” he ground out, and I tried not to laugh.
“Park behind the sign. There’s a blind spot where the cameras won’t see us.”
He didn’t say another word as he whipped the truck behind Big Ernie’s sign. Slamming the truck into park, he climbed out and jogged around to my side, helping me down and turning me to face the interior. “Grip the handle, Cricket,” he demanded, lifting my skirt up over my ass and undoing his jeans.
I reached for the oh shit handle and held on tight as he slid his dick inside of me from behind, reaching in front of me to finger my clit while he fucked me from behind. His other hand slid under my sweater, pushing my bra up so he had access to both breasts.
“Hold on, baby,” he directed, and I braced myself against the seat which was at chest level.
Palming my breasts, he slammed into me over and over again, slapping my pussy as his dick pulsed inside of me. I wasn’t far behind him, crying out as my climax hit hard and fast.
Minus pulled out of me, grabbing my tissues and cleaning me up before righting himself. I grabbed my overnight bag and found a clean pair of underwear, shimmying them on then shoving the dirty pair into the bottom of the bag.
I fixed my bra and faced my man. “Thanks, honey.”
He chuckled. “Will that tide you over for a bit?”
“At least an hour,” I said. “After that, though, you’ll need to find a room.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “You just say the word.”
“The code word will be Beyoncé.”
Laughing, he grabbed our bags while I grabbed the food and followed him inside.
Maisie
“Mom!” Flash called, and I turned from the sink.
“Yes, love?”
My son walked in with one of the best looking men I’d ever seen and I wiped my hands and smiled. This man looked like a modern-day Viking, and he was tall, taller than Flash, which was saying something, considering my child was almost six-foot and he wasn’t even thirteen yet.
“Uh...this is Sweet Pea. He’s a Saint.”
“Wonderful. Welcome,” I said, reaching out my hand, which he took and shook. “You’re the first to arrive. I’m Maisie, it’s lovely to meet you.”
Sweet Pea gave me a slow smile and said in a low, deep voice, “It’s nice to meet you, too, Maisie. Can I help with anything?”
“We’re good, love. Make yourself at home. Flash can introduce you to a few of the guys.”
“Sweet Pea?”
He turned just as Katie walked in, her arms laden with bags, which he promptly took from her.
“Hey, Katie,” he said.
“I didn’t know you’d be here.” She gave me a questioning glance. “I thought it was just officers.”
Technically, it was officers and families of the other club. Everyone in ours had been invited, although, not everyone was able to make it.
“Newly promoted.”
“Oh, wow. Congratulations,” she said.
Sweet Pea just nodded.
Katie Jameson was the sister of Flea, one of Hatch’s soldiers and most trusted mechanics, and she was a registered nurse...although, she’d gone back to school to become a nurse practitioner.
“How do you two know each other?” I asked.
“I’ve been helping Gina out at her clinic. She’s married to Clutch, Minus’s VP.”
“Well, how about you take Sweet Pea around and introduce him to everyone?” I suggested.
“You don’t need help?” Katie asked.
“I’m good, love. Go have fun.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she retorted and smiled up, way up, at Sweet Pea. “You ready to wade into the chaos?”
“Do I need floaties?”
She chuckled. “In the form of a beer, maybe,” she said and pulled open the fridge. “What’s your poison?”
“That IPA’ll do me.” She grabbed the bottle, twisted off the top, and handed it to him. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” she said. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
“Nice to meet you, Maisie,” he said, then gave my kid a nod. “Flash.”
“You too,” we said in unison, and the couple left the kitchen.
“Dad wants me and Jamie to move some more stuff around