The Davenport Christmas Chronicles
you and I had to my brother?”“Did you?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“Cricket—”
I raised my hand, interrupting him. “No, Jase. Don’t bury yourself more in your own bullshit. What I did was express my desire for my brother to treat you with more respect. I also reminded him that should he continue to poke the bear, he’d lose me, because you were my heartbeat, and I would always side with you.”
Minus sighed, holding a hand out to me. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“You should be,” I retorted, taking his hand and letting him pull me into his embrace.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing my temple.
“Damn straight you do. You’re lucky to have me.”
He chuckled. “I am lucky to have you and you need to know, I never take that for granted.”
“I know,” I admitted, standing on my tiptoes and kissing him. “I love you, too. Even if you act like a damn man-child on occasion.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t stutter,” I retorted, stepping away from him, but his hand wrapped gently around my arm.
“You think I’m a man-child?”
“On occasion, yes.”
He locked the door and slid his hands to my neck. “You want me to show you how wrong you are?”
I licked my lips. “Depends on exactly how you plan to do that.”
“Not sure I can, baby. I’m a man-child. I don’t communicate well.” He lifted my sweater over my head and unsnapped my bra before I’d even registered he’d moved.
“You can show me,” I panted out as he drew a nipple into his mouth, then blew on it, making it pebble tight.
“Oh, can I?” he challenged. “You’ll allow it?”
He knelt in front of me, tugging my skirt down and letting it pool at my feet. I was left in my knee-high boots and panties, and he shoved his face between my legs and ran his tongue over my clit, dampening the lace of my thong.
“I’ll allow it,” I rasped, finding my panties yanked down my thighs and his tongue back on my clit.
I wanted to spread my legs, but my underwear was preventing it, so I wove my fingers into his hair and gripped tight. “I want—”
“I know what you want, Cricket, but you’re gonna wait,” he said, then ran his tongue over my mound, blowing again and I nearly came then and there.
“Jase,” I begged.
“You want Jase or Minus, Cricket?”
“Minus,” I said immediately.
He stood, guiding me toward the bunks and tapping the metal of the ladder. “Hold on.”
I wrapped my hands over one of the rungs and Minus gripped my hips, pulling me back slightly, and gently kicking my legs further apart. “Leave your panties where they are,” he demanded.
I groaned, unable to spread my legs any more, but doing what he demanded. I heard the clink of his belt buckle and the zip of his jeans and I shivered in anticipation.
“You ready for Minus?” he asked.
I grunted with a nod and the sting of leather against my ass sent a shock of pleasure to my pussy. I whimpered with need, receiving another slap of the belt in response. “You need to be quiet, baby. Unless exhibition is your thing.”
I swallowed, tightening my hold on the ladder. The jingle of keys had me intrigued, no earthly idea what he’d need them for, until I heard a buzz, then felt that buzz against my clit.
“Oh, my god, what is that?” I whispered.
“You like that, huh?”
I nodded, dropping my head back. “So much.”
“It popped up in an ad and I ordered it. Looks like a jump drive. Actually, it is a jump drive...it just doubles as a pocket rocket.”
He pressed it a little harder against my clit and then slid it back over my folds.
“Mmmm,” was about all I could get out.
“Bend more,” Minus said, and I did so immediately, rewarded with the vibrator pressed against my tight hole.
I whimpered again, frustrated I couldn’t spread my legs more.
The leather hit my ass again, and his hand rubbed the sting away, continuing to push the vibrator inside of me. Then his dick was inside my pussy and he was moving.
God, he was moving.
He gripped my hips, slamming into me over and over, and I forced myself not to scream as a climax washed over me.
I heard the belt fall to the floor and then his hand slid between my legs and he pressed his fingers against my clit, building yet another orgasm in me before slapping those same fingers against my pussy as he continued to slam into me.
“Minus,” I hissed. “Get there, baby.”
He slapped my pussy again, and I could no longer hold back my voice as I came. Hard. Minus wasn’t far behind me, his dick pulsing inside of me as he pulled me to standing and kissed the back of my neck. “How do you feel about your man-child now?”
“Perhaps that was a little hyperbole.”
“Oh, hyperbole,” he said, slowly, sliding his hand to my throat. “Such a big word.”
He was still buried deep inside of me and I dropped my head back onto his shoulder as he stroked my pulse. “Big word for a big man.”
He chuckled. “Good save, Cricket.”
His hand slipped to my breast, cupping it before rolling a nipple between his fingers. I groaned pressing into him.
“I want my panties off,” I begged. “And you on your back.”
“You wanna ride me, Cricket?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
He pulled out of me, tore my panties from my thighs and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist before sitting on the chair at the end of one of the bunks. I shifted so I could impale myself on his already rock-hard cock, leaning down to kiss him as his girth filled me.
“Where’s that vibrator?” I asked against his mouth.
He leaned to the side and snagged it from the top of the pile of his clothes. Turning it on, he pressed it against my clit and I bit my lip as I raised and lowered myself on his length.
I moved faster and faster, losing the vibrator when Minus began to fuck me back.