A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (17 page)

Tryck stared up at him strangely as Carter tried to sit, but his feet were starting to move now, and he couldn’t seem to get them to stop.

“Why are you dancing,
gatito
?” Carter shrugged as his shoulders joined in, swaying him to and fro. “Heck if I know, but it is a catchy song.”

Tryck growled and pulled Carter down beside him. “You dance for no one but me,
gatito
.”

“While I would wholeheartedly agree with you, my body has a different plan,” Carter said before he jumped back up against his will and dropped his cup of eggnog latte. Damn it! He hadn’t even gotten a sip of it yet.

“Sit down!”

Carter looked over at his mate. Tryck looked peeved, but he couldn’t make his damn body stop. His eyes grew wider than saucers when his hands latched onto the hem of his shirt and started pulling it up. “Oh shit,” he cried when his nipples were exposed.

Tryck growled and jumped to his feet, manacling Carter’s wrists, stopping him from removing his shirt completely.

“What has gotten into you?” he growled as he pulled Carter from the coffee shop. “What would possess you to strip in front of strangers, in front of anyone but me, period?” Carter’s heart was beating out of control as Tryck pushed his jacket over his shoulders. Carter shrugged his coat on and noticed the innate need to dance was gone.
Thank god.
Maybe he had just suffered a psychotic episode.

“I’m not sure, but I’m much better now,” Carter teased as he wiggled brows. “But I still need my damn latte.”

“One latte,” Tryck growled and pulled Carter back into the coffee shop. As soon as he stepped foot into the shop, his hips kicked out as his hands skimmed his body. What the hell?

“
Gatito
,” Tryck said in a warning tone.

“What?” Carter said as his feet glided across the floor. “It’s not me!”

Tryck pulled Carter into his arms, trying to still him, but Carter’s body continued to dance, his hands struggling to get free to take his shirt off. “Get me out of here.”

Tryck pulled Carter out of the shop again, Carter’s body stilling immediately. “I’m getting you home,” Tryck said as he pulled Carter to the truck.

“But I still have some shopping to do,” Carter protested.

“Not now,” Tryck said as he took Carter home. Carter was beside himself trying to figure out what in the hell possessed him. He liked Christmas music just as much as the next person, but stripping to it?

Carter walked into the Den behind Tryck, carrying a few bags in his hand. As soon as he heard the Christmas music playing over the speakers that Nero had installed around the house for more holiday cheer, his hands opened, dropped the bags, and began a sultry dance to “Frosty the Snowman.”

“
Gatito
!” Tryck yelled as Carter’s feet carried him into the den where they made him run around the pool table, dodging Tryck’s grasping hands as his feet kicked out in a cancan dance. Carter tried to shimmer away, but it wasn’t working as he pulled his shirt off, twirled it above his head, and then threw it, watching in horror as it smacked Tryck in the face.

“I’m going to paddle your ass when I get ahold of you.”

“I swear, it’s not me!”

Tryck growled and leapt over the pool table when Carter started unsnapping his pants. Carter was relieved when Tryck grabbed him around the waist and hauled him upstairs. As soon as they cleared the bedroom door and his mate closed it, blocking out the Christmas song Carter’s body stilled.

“What’s going on?” Tryck asked as he locked the bedroom door.

“I don’t know, but it seems every time I hear Christmas music, my body wants to strip.”

“You strip for no one but me,
gatito
.”

“Duh,” Carter said as he began to strip.

“But there is no music.”

“I know,” Carter said as he pushed his pants down his legs, wiggling his ass at his mate. “But it isn’t the music this time.”

Tryck growled as Carter batted his eyes at his mate. He was a virgin when he first met Tryck, but now Carter was a little slut in the bedroom, something Tryck thoroughly enjoyed.

“Is my kitten going to strip for his wolf?” Tryck asked as he pressed his chest into Carter’s back, wrapping his hand around Carter’s erection. “Or does my mate want me to slide my cock into his ass and make him scream my name?” Carter melted into a pile of goo at Tryck’s words. “The second.

The second.”

Tryck’s chest vibrated as he chuckled. Carter was such a goner when it came to Tryck’s masterful hand. His mate bent him over the end of the bed, separating his globes as his finger played over Carter’s entrance.

Carter whimpered, pushing his ass back and spreading his legs further apart. Tryck nipped Carter’s shoulder, pressing his chest into the bed. “Don’t move,” he said as he stepped back.

“Not moving, not moving.” He wasn’t going any damn where. He watched as Tryck walked around the bed, his erection standing out straight as he reached into the drawer for the lube. Carter licked his lips as he watched Tryck’s erection sway as he walked.

He wanted to do a happy dance knowing he was getting some of that. When he first realized that he’d been mated with Tryck, Carter thought fate was smoking something. But after getting to know the man, seeing a deeper layer to his mate that no one else was privileged to, Carter wouldn’t trade him for the world.

His head rolled on his shoulders as thick, wet fingers played at his hole and then sunk in deep. Carter was panting, ready to come just from his mate being so close. Tryck was like a drug that Carter loved to indulge in over and over again.

“Ready,
gatito
?” Tryck asked as the blunt head of his cock tapped at Carter’s hole. Carter pushed back, wanting every damn inch of Tryck’s cock buried deeply inside of him.

“Yes,” Carter exhaled. His fingers curled into the sheets as Tryck buried his cock until Carter’s ears were wiggling.

“I love when your ears tell me how good I am to you,” Tryck whispered in Carter’s twitching ear. “I’m going to make them take flight.”

Carter was all for that! He hitched one leg up onto the bed, thrusting back as Tryck slammed forward, sounds of flesh smacking ringing off the walls. The pleasure was pure and explosive as Carter’s hole took the punishment and begged for more.

“Cry my name,
gatito
,” Tryck growled as his fingers dug deeper into Carter’s hips. “Cry for me.”

“Tryck!” Carter shouted as his seed spurted from his cock, making his body spasm and jerk as his balls emptied onto the bed.

“Again,” Tryck shouted, hammering into Carter’s ass with brute force.

“Tryck! Tryck! Tryck!” Carter shouted as his wolf sank his teeth into Carter’s giving flesh, renewing his orgasm to a greater height.

“Never forget it,
gatito
. You strip only for me.”

“Only you,” Carter agreed as he tried to force air back into his lungs. He felt like a limp noodle as Tryck kissed him down his back, pulling his softening cock free. Carter rolled over, staring up at his mate. “You do realize that I didn’t have any control over the dancing thing, right?”

Tryck grinned as he ran a knuckle down Carter’s soft cock. “It doesn’t matter. Only me.”

Carter rolled his eyes. Even after all these years, Tryck still wanted to boss him around.

“Tell that to whoever is doing this to me,” Carter said as he dressed. “I have to help George with some burnt cookies.” Tryck shook his head as he walked out of the bedroom. Carter would never understand that strange man. No matter how many years he was mated to him.

Carter walked down the steps, heading toward the kitchen when his hips kicked out. “Not again!”

Carter slid down the hallway, his feet kicking out as his hands spun out in front of him, making him twirl and then dip, damn near making him fall on his ass. If he ever found out who was behind this, he was going to shimmer them to Alaska!

Heaven had told him that a customer’s hair kept growing back when he cut it. That seemed strange to Carter, but he hadn’t thought much about it afterward. He was seriously reconsidering it now.

There had to be one person behind all of this. His body wasn’t doing the tango all on its own.

Carter sashayed and danced right into the kitchen where George had a radio blaring country Christmas songs.

“Shut it off!”

George obviously didn’t hear him. The guy was singing as he cracked eggs over a bowl.

“George!” Carter shouted, but it was like the cowboy couldn’t hear him. He grabbed the table, trying his best to stop his forward progression.

Carter’s eyes grew wide as his hands pulled at his shirt, yanking it up and over his head. He threw it on the floor and then went for his pants.

No!

“What in the hell are you doing?” Cecil asked as he walked into the kitchen, a slew of mates behind him. Carter wanted to find a hole and fall into it as his hands shot out, twisted around in some erotic move, and then slowly peeled his zipper down, pulling the flaps back and forth as if to tease the group of men standing in front of him.

“Dude,” Cecil said as he crinkled his nose. “No offense, but you’re not my type.”

Carter growled as he tried to pull his hands away. “I’m not doing it on purpose!”

“Riiiight.” Cecil winked at him as he backed away. “I’ll let you continue your show for George who has his back to you. Let me know how that goes.”

“No!” Carter called out, but the mates were gone in one second flat. “Damn it!”

“Carter?”

Carter’s head snapped up to see George staring at him with wide eyes. “Where in the hell are yer clothes?”

“Turn the damn music off,” Carter shot back.

George reached over and turned the radio off, spinning back around to glare at Carter. “Now tell my why yer strippin’ in my kitchen? For one, we both have mates, and two,” George said as he shivered, “you’re not my type.”

Carter was tired of hearing that. He may be faithfully mated to Tryck, but talk about killing a person’s damn ego. “Hell if I know,” he grumbled as he picked up his clothes and headed back toward his room.

“Here,” Heaven said as he handed Carter some earplugs. Once Carter put them in, Heaven crossed his arms over his chest.

“Now we find the bastard causing so much chaos.”

“What?” Carter said and then pulled the earplug out. “Talk before I put these things in my ears.”

“We hunt,” Heaven said and pulled Carter behind him. Carter rolled his eyes, wondering if he was ever going to have a normal day around here.

* * * *

Ruttford smacked his knee as he laughed. He twisted his hips and then started dancing the tango as he went in search of Josh.

Law and Joshua

Josh tried to run in the opposite direction, but it was too late. It was like a car crash happening in slow motion. He ran, but his legs moved too damn slowly to get away from the alpha who seemed to be moving at a normal rate, catching up to him quickly.

Maverick’s grin spread across his face as the manuscript came out, plastering against Josh’s chest as Maverick dipped his head and then spun on his heel.
Nooooo!
Josh said in slow motion, the voice sounding foreign to him…and then time sped back up.

“Damn it, he caught me!”

Law laughed as Josh pouted. He knew the play was for the children, but he didn’t want to be in no stinking play. He didn’t want to look to see what part Maverick assigned him. Josh smashed his eyes closed, lifted the stupid manuscript up, and then cracked one eye open.

“Since when is a vampire in the nativity scene?” he asked and then groaned.

“Since it is all in good fun,
pájaro,
” Law said as he wrapped an arm around Josh’s shoulder. “What part did you get?”

“A wise man. Since when was a wise man a vampire?” Josh groaned and stalked toward his bedroom. He grabbed his boots and coat and then turned toward Law. “Let’s get out of here before Maverick decides to add
you
to his Willy Wonka play.” Law’s face fell as his eyes widened. “You don’t think he would, do you?”

“Honey, there is no telling with that man. We all know he doesn’t play with a full bag of marbles.” And wasn’t that the truth? Maverick was still as squirrely as ever.

Law swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, that is a good idea. Let’s break out of here before he shoves one into my hands,
pájaro
.” Josh slapped his hands onto his hips and jutted his jaw out. “You should be in the play. If I have to be in it, so should you.” Law turned a lovely shade of pale, almost matching Josh’s complexion as he started backing away. “Santiago brothers do
not
dress up in tights.”

Josh laughed as he tugged his boots on. “No one said anything about tights.” Josh’s hands stilled as he glanced up at Law. “Do you think I’ll have to wear tights?” His butt was already larger than a normal man’s. Tights would make it balloon out. He used to wear stretch pants, but Law made it quite clear that his mate wasn’t going to show off his body to anyone but his wolf. Josh didn’t care about that, but teasing Law would be fun. “I wonder what color tights I’ll have to wear?”

“No tights!” Law growled.

“You’re too sexy when you’re all possessive and shit.” Josh laughed.

Law puffed out his chest, peacocking as he walked toward the closet. “I am a sexy devil, aren’t I?” Josh rolled his eyes as he finished lacing his boots. He’d never had to deal with a foot of snow before, but Brac Village seemed to be a winter wonderland outside. It started snowing a few days ago and hadn’t stopped since.

Talk about miracles.

Josh was a little excited to go out and play in it. He had visions of snowballing Law and making snow angels, maybe even building a snowman. The kids had already been outside building toddler snowmen, and the snowmen were just adorable.

“So why are we going into town again?” Josh asked as he grabbed his coat. He loved that the days were shorter in the winter. It gave him more time to spend outside. Having to live by the setting of the sun sucked, but he’d grown used to it over the years.

“I need to fill an order. Someone ordered a motorcycle for Christmas, and I need to make sure everything is ready,
pájaro
.” Josh even liked the fact that he could interact with the townspeople now that the days were shorter. There were some pretty nice people in Brac Village, and Josh just loved chatting away with them.