A Davenport Christmas: A Bad Boys Serial Novel (Always With You Book 1) Read Online Free

slicks with sweat, every
thrust of his body prolonging the most intense waves imaginable.   I know when he’s close.   I hear his velvety voice as he drags his
mouth over my skin. He whispers, “You’re mine. All mine. I love you. I love
you.”   He always talks to me before
he comes. Always.
    I feel the first pulse of him just as my phone rings.   The ringtone indicates that it’s my
mother calling.   And just like that,
the bubble is burst.  
    Cash stills, his body rippling inside mine, warmth gushing
up through me, then he raises his sparkling onyx eyes to mine. In them there’s
a quiet dread.  
    I know she’d only be calling if there was a problem.   And my wonderful husband
knows me well enough to know that our moment is officially over.   That woman has a way of ruining
everything without even trying.  
    Cash raises me off his length and lowers my feet to the
floor.   He holds me, a small,
satisfied smile curving his wicked mouth, until my knees decide to start
working again.   When they do, he reaches
for my jeans and hands them to me before he moves to collect his shaving
supplies from the cabinet.   I perch
naked on the edge of the tub, my eyes glued to him as I listen to the ring on
the other end of the line.
    She answers with a shrill question.
    “Olivia, where were you?”
    I sigh.   She’s in
a twirl already and she’s not even here yet.   And I feel a headache coming on, even though she’s not even here yet.
    “Sorry, Mom. I couldn’t get to the phone before it stopped
ringing.”  
    My husband had me
pinned to the wall when you so rudely interrupted, I add silently.
    “Well, you need to keep the phone nearby.   Lyle is terrible with directions and this…this… place isn’t exactly in the best part of
town.”
    I bite my tongue and close my eyes, massaging the aching
muscle between my brows.   “Mom
you’ve been here before.   It’s easy
to find.”
    “Don’t get hateful with me, Olivia.”
    I was far from hateful, even though I’d kinda like to be.
    “I’m not. I just meant…just follow the directions, Mom.   You won’t have any trouble.”
    “We’ve already had trouble, smarty.   One of the
street signs is as old as Methuselah and I couldn’t read it, so we missed a
turn.”
    My frown deepens.   “You’re already in Atlanta?”
    “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”
    “You didn’t have to be here for almost two hours.”
    “Well, if we aren’t welcome, we can certainly find somewhere
to–”
    “Of course you’re welcome, Mom,” I declare in
exasperation.   “I-I just wasn’t
expecting you so soon.   I haven’t
even had a shower yet.”
    “Well, you’d better get on the ball then, young lady.”
    The note of disapproval in her tone, the condescending way
she treats me like I’m a silly child rather than a married woman grates on my
nerves, but I do my best to ignore it.
    “I’ll see you shortly then, Mom.”
    “Keep your phone nearby,” she reiterates in her snappy way.
    “I will.”
    I hang up and meet Cash’s eyes in the mirror.   His cheeks are lathered with shaving
cream–he knows my mom likes it best when he’s clean shaven and he knows
that when she has less to complain about, I’m happier–but that doesn’t
stop him from turning and squatting down in front of me.   He rubs his hands up and down my legs in
a soothing arc.  
    “Just breathe.   Hop
in the shower and do what you need to do. I’ll take care of your mother when
she gets here.   And then I’ll fix us
all a drink.   A very strong
drink.”   His wink is
mischievous.   It makes my heart
swell.   He makes my heart swell.
    “Where will you
get the liquor?”
    “I’m sure I’ve got a bottle or two stashed somewhere.”
    He starts to get up, but pauses to brush my lips first.   It’s a short, sweet kiss, but it carries
all the love and support of a kiss to my soul.  
    He pulls the plug in the bottom of the tub and I’m sad to
see the steamy, scented