Adavenport christmas: a bad boys serial novel (always with you book 1)

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A Davenport Christmas:



A Bad Boys SerialNovel

Volume 1




M. Leighton


Includes a firstchapter preview of

Pocketful of Sand

Coming 3.15.15


Copyright 2015, M.Leighton

Cover photo by Curaphotography


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Dec 23


I slump against the back of the toilet as I eye the plastictube cradled in my palm.



I dread going out to tell Cash. He’ll be wonderful and loving andsupportive, just like he’s been every time the test has been negative, but Iknow he’ll be disappointed. Hehides it well, of course, but he’s so animated when he talks about us having ababy, I know it breaks his heart each time we aren’t successful.

Each timeI’mnotsuccessful.

I take a deep, cleansing breath before I stand and walk tothe door. I swing it open and awedge of golden light pours out onto Cash where he’s propped up on a mountainof pillows waiting for me.

His shoulders look like they’re a mile wide where they hoverabove his narrow waist. I followthe stair-step of his abs down to his equally trim hips. Only one is visible at the moment, astheother is hidden by the sheet draped diagonally across oneleg. It gives him amouthwateringly sexy, rumpled look. Under normal circumstances, I’d thoroughly explore all that is concealedby the soft, yellow cotton.

But not tonight.

Tonight I have bad news. 

I can see a bit of tension in his muscular chest and arms,like he’s holding himself at the ready to fly from the bed and take me in hisarms to celebrate. But it’s hiseyes that tell the story. Theexotic black orbs are focused squarely on me and they’re still.Perfectly still. Like when a hush falls across a room in anticipation, anticipationof…something great.

“Well?” he asks in his rich voice. His lips are starting to curve. Heprobably thinks I’m being dramatic so that I can surprise him.

I feel my chin quiver as I hold up the tube for him to see. “Negative.”

He doesn’t even glance at what’s in my hand. He simplycrawls out of bed and takes me in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby,” he croons, petting myhair and raining kisses down the curve of my neck where his face is pressed.

“I’mthe one who’ssorry,” I tell him, a tremble in my voice. I’m trying so hard not to cry. 

Cash leans back, his brow furrowed. “Why areyousorry?”

I have to wait for a few seconds to answer him. I have tocollect myself so that I don’t start blubbering like a lunatic. “Because there must be something wrongwith me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Maybe it’s me.”

“It’s not you. It’s me. I…I can feel it,” I confess miserably. “A-and I know how much you want a b-baby.”

Cash takes my face in his big hands and hunches down untilhe’s looking directly into my eyes. “Listen to me, Olivia Davenport. I love you. Whatever our future holds, I’ll onlylove you moreevery single day. Baby or no baby. And there’s always adoption if wecan’t…if it doesn’t happen for us.”

“But I know you want a child of our own.”

He pauses. I know he wants to deny it, for my sake, but hewon’t lie to me. “Yes, I do. OfcourseI do. To be able to holda baby that we made together, a little girl who looks like her momma or a littleboy who will grow up to protect you when I’m gone, I’d love that. But,” hesays, his face going from soft as he spoke about our offspring to stern anddetermined as he tries to impress something upon me, “youwill always be the love of my life. I don’t need anything else to behappy. I’m complete as long as Ihave you. You’re perfect. With or without a baby in your belly.”

I can’t stop the tears this time. This–his understanding, hisamazing love–just makes it even harder. It only makes me want to give himthis one thingeven more. “I want to give you a baby so bad,”I cry pitifully.

“And you will,” he whispers, brushing my mouth withhis. “You just have to stopstressing about it. It’ll happen. And don’t think for one second that I’mnot enjoying the hell out of trying.”

Cash deftly unfastens the single button of the shirt I’mwearing–his shirt–and pushes it from my shoulders. I’m not feeling very sexy, but I don’thave to tell him that. He’s so intuitive, he already knows. And it shows in the way he makes love tome, the way he kisses me with such tenderness, the way he holds me like I mightbreak. Cash can be rough and wildin bed, nipping with his teeth and pushing me past the point of ecstasy, past whatI think my body can take. But heknows it better than I do, and he plays it like an instrument he was made tomaster. I take him in willingly, all that he has to give. I revel in it, eatingup every nuance of his attention. Every moment with him is pure bliss and wicked, wicked pleasure.

But there are also times like these, when he speaks to methrough his contact. When he tellsme he loves me through every lick of his tongue. When he tells me that he needs methrough every thrust of his body. And when it’s all said and done, and I’m lying in his arms, too limp tomove, he tells me that it’s all going to be okay with every precious kiss that hesprinkles on my face.

And it will. It will all be okay. I just have to trust inthat.




Dec 24


“Glad you could make it home for the holidays, man,” I tellNash when he shows up in the door to my office at Dual. He thought maybe the winds would slowthem down and they wouldn’t make Christmas, but evidently that didn’t happen.

“I am, too. Marissawas determined to get here in time. We, uh, we’ve got more to celebrate than babyJesus.” He’s wearing ahalf-smile that reminds me again of how much he’s changed.

“What’s the good news?” I ask, getting up and rounding mydesk.

“Marissa’s pregnant,” he announces, the half-smile turninginto a full, thousand watt one.

“Oh shit,” I blurt in dread. I drop my head into my hand as I leanagainst the edge of the desk. Butthen, when I realize how that must’ve sounded, I straighten and give my brotherthe smile he deserves. “I mean, congratulations, man. That’s great news!”

I hug my brother, thumping him on the back a few timesbefore I pull away. He’s stillsmiling, but now a frown is pulling his brows together. Obviously my initial reaction didn’t gounnoticed.

“You sure? ‘Cause it doesn’t sound like you really mean that.”

He’s not being a dick about it, which he probably has everyright to be. Who wants good news tobe received with anOh shitof doom?

“Yeah, I’m sure. Sorry about that. I just…Eh, it’s nothing.”

Nothing except it’ll break Olivia’s heart and make her feeleven worse about our situation.

“Dude, we’re twins. I can read you better than youthink. But seriously, a completestranger wouldn’t believe a damn word you’re saying right now. What’s up?”

“I don’twannarain on your parade,Nash. It’s nothing that we need to talk about when you’ve got this going on.”

Rather than arguing, my brother just sits down in the chairby the door, reaches over to pull it shut and then crosses his arms over hischest as he stares at me.

“Does this mean you’re not leaving until you get ananswer?” He just smiles. I roll my eyes. “Fine,” I say as I walkback to sit back down behind my desk. I pick up the pen I was using, clicking and unclicking the button inagitation. This is touchy shit to besharing with somebody else, even if heismy brother.

“Ah hell, is it that bad?”

I shrug. Maybenot to him, butit’scrushing Olivia a little moreevery month. And watching her gothrough this is damn near killing me.

“We’ve been trying to pregnant for a while now. It’s just not happening.”

“Oh,” Nash replies flatly. Yeah, now he gets it. “Well, if you need some pointers, I’d beglad to tell you how to get the job done.”

I glance up at his smug face and go with my gut, which is toflip him the bird. “Asshole.”

“Seriously, man, have you been checked out? You sure yourswimmers are…swimmin’?”

“Not yet. I’mafraid theywill be.”

“What? Thatdoesn’t make a damn bit of sense.”

I sigh. “Olivia thinks it’s her and she’s beating herself upabout it. I keep telling her it’sprobably me, but neither one of us has been checked. I’m afraid if I’m good andeverything’s working right, it’ll make her feel even worse. She’s not taking this well.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, bro.” He sounds sincere and when I look up,he’s not smiling anymore.

“I think she’s doing it to herself. I think she’s so uptightabout it now, it won’t happen until she can relax.”

“If you need some pointers on how to–”

“You’re pushing your luck, douchebag. I’m not kidding.” I know he’s teasing,but I’m a little sensitive about it. I take anything involving Olivia veryseriously. I’m supposed to be ableto take care of her, to make her happy, to protect her. I feel like I’m failing her because Ican’t fix this.

“Look,” Nash says, leaning forward to put his elbows on hisknees. “Why don’t you tell her tojust put it out of her mind for the holidays? Marissa and I will keep the newsabout the baby toourselvesuntil the first of theyear. Maybe Olivia will chill outnot having to worry about it and it’ll just happen.”

I nod, clicking and unclicking the button again. “Yeah. Sounds good. Thanks, man.” If only it will work.

“No problem.” Hetakes a short pause. “But can Itell you something honestly? Yougottastop clicking that pen. I’m about to stab you in the jugular with it in aboutten more seconds.”

I jerk my head up. He’s half smiling again, but his teethare gritted. I laugh. Helaughs. It’s good to have someone Ican be honest with, someone I can trust completely. Even if he does threatento kill me with an office supply occasionally.

“Maybe wait until after I can get her pregnant. Then if you can get it away from me, youcan have at it.”

“You think I can’t take you, little brother?”

“I’m not sure who you’re calling little brother. Maybe weshould ask your wife.”

Nash’s lips thin.“You’ll stopright there if you’ve got even a little bit of brain left in that big-ass headof yours.” 

That will forever be a sore spot between us–Marissa. The fact that I was with his wife beforehe was (well, except for New Orleans) eats him up. I can see why, too. If the situation were reversed and he’dhad a taste of Olivia…

My blood boils just thinking about it. I guess being protective and possessiveof our women is a Davenport thing. And we both got a healthy dose.

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