The Davenport Christmas Chronicles
myself join him in climax.He kissed me again before slipping out of me and heading to the bathroom. He didn’t linger and joined me back on the bed, settling a warm washcloth between my legs.
Stretching out on his back, he pulled me over his chest and I tucked my face into his neck and snuggled close. “It’s very possible you put a baby in me right then,” I said.
Mack chuckled. “One can hope.”
“I really will think about it, honey.”
He cupped my cheek and tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. “No pressure. We do this, we do this together. That won’t ever change.”
I smiled. “I know, honey. I hear you.”
“You wanna drink some wine and make-out in front of the TV?”
“Hells, yeah I do,” I said, and sat up.
Mack grinned and we got dressed in our pajamas. Since we were both now starving, he resurrected his pasta concoction, and after we ate, we snuggled up on the sofa.
Kim
Knight walked into the house and slammed the door. I turned off the kitchen faucet and grabbed a towel, meeting him in the foyer. “Still no luck?”
He kicked off his boots and shook his head. “Booker’s been workin’ on it for hours, but there are close to a hundred iPads he has to go through and so far, none of them are on.”
I bit my lip. “That sucks... but can I just say, a hundred iPads? That’s so incredibly awesome. People really stepped up this year.”
He sighed. “Yeah, sugar, it’s awesome. Unless the asshole who stole the truck is already selling them and makin’ a mint.”
Dropping the towel on the console, I slid my hands around his waist. “You guys’ll find the truck, honey. I’m confident of it. If not, we’ll still have a great party because you and I’ll cover the cost of new toys.”
He pulled me close. “Don’t wanna have to do that, Kim.”
“I know. Me neither. But it’s nice to know we can.”
“Daddy!” Cambry squealed, making a run for us. Jagger wasn’t far behind, and the four of us ended up in a snuggle pile on the floor with Knight taking most of the weight. Lucky for us, my man was big and strong.
“Okay, monkeys, dinner’s almost ready,” I said. “Go wash up.”
The kids climbed off their dad and made a run for the downstairs bathroom, while Knight helped me up, pushing me against the foyer wall and kissing me deeply. I wove my fingers into his hair and tugged gently.
“Why do you rile me up when we can’t do anything about it?” I complained.
His hand cupped my breast. “Just primin’ the pump, sugar. Gonna turn the valve into the fully open position later.”
I giggled. “Yeah, that ‘valve’ will definitely be open.”
He gave me a sexy grin. “I know it will.”
“Ew, gross,” Jagger said. “Dad’s kissin’ Mama again.”
Cambry giggled. “Why are you always kissing?”
Knight smiled at me. “It’s one of the ways I show Mom how much I love her.”
I beamed up at him, sliding my hand to his waist again and giving him a gentle squeeze.
“If Sam Wallers kisses me, does that mean he loves me?” she asked, and the look on my husband’s face both terrified and amused me.
He hunkered his big body down in front of Cambry and asked, “Did Sam Wallers kiss you?”
She shook her head. “He said he loves me, and he puckered his lips, but Cash walked over to me before he could.”
I bit my lip. Dani’s kid was super protective of Cambry, and I loved that they were in the same private school.
Knight settled his hands on Cambry’s arms. “No boy should be kissin’ you, Cambry. If a boy likes you, he better show you some respect and be your friend. If he wants to kiss you, you tell him your daddy’ll kill him if he does.”
“Okay, maybe not say that,” I countered. “But it’s real important that you respect yourself, sweet girl, and letting boys kiss you just because they say they love you, isn’t how you do it.”
“You need to make ’em sweat a little,” Knight said.
Cambry smiled. “You’re funny, Daddy. Sweating’s gross.”
“So is kissing.”
She dropped her head back with a dramatic eye roll and groaned. “Fine.”
“Cambry, you handle drinks tonight, okay?” I said. “Jagger, knives and forks.”
“Okay, Mom,” Jag said.
“We’re gonna decorate the tree after dinner.”
“Yay!” Jagger said, pumping his fist in the air before heading out of the foyer.
Knight kissed Cambry’s forehead and she skipped off to the kitchen. He rose to his feet and faced me with a frown. “Who the fuck is this Sam kid?”
“First I’ve heard,” I said. “I’ll talk to Dani about it tomorrow. Maybe Cash said something.”
Knight let out a quiet growl. “Fuckin’ hate dicks.”
I chuckled. “I get it, honey. We have a long time before we have to worry about actual dicks, though. It’s all gonna be okay.”
He kissed me gently, then we went about serving dinner.
After the tree was decorated, hot cocoa was consumed, and our kids were tucked in bed, I followed Knight to our bedroom where he proceeded to practically rip my clothes from my body. “Still primed, sugar?”
I nodded.
“Shower,” he demanded, and I stalked there and flipped on the water.
Kissing me, he lifted me inside the gigantic, tiled space (with six shower heads) and gently pushed me up against the wall. As I tilted my head out of the water, Knight put his lips against my neck and slid his hand between my legs. He ran his fingers across my wet folds, and his dick pulsed against my hip.
My hips arched into his hand. “Fuck me.”
“How hard?” he asked, sliding one finger through my wetness.
I shivered and pushed against his hand. “Hard.”
He grinned as he shoved a finger inside me and bit my neck.
“Aidan,” I growled. “I want your cock.”
He stroked me a few times, then pulled his fingers out and demanded, “Hands on the wall.”
I turned and slapped my palms against the tile.
He grabbed my hips as I arched my ass up. But he still