A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (3 page)

Hawk quickly hid as he saw Johnny and Keata running down the hallway, heading for the den. He snickered. There was a gift hiding under the counter of the juice bar. Hawk waited until they were out of sight before hurrying to catch a peek at his mate’s face when he opened his second gift and found another note.

This was so much fun.

God, he loved Christmas.

* * * *

Johnny growled as he tossed the second note aside. This was so not fair! He wanted his gift. He didn’t want to wait until Christmas morning!

“Is that one a coupon for half off at the diner?” Keata asked as he picked up the piece of paper from the bar, reading it.

Johnny stomped his foot. “No.” He loved Hawk down to his sexy toes, but the man had a very strange sense of humor. Why would he hide empty boxes? Why couldn’t he just give Johnny his gift now and then go buy him another one? He just couldn’t understand why that was so hard for Hawk to do.

He stomped toward the door when he saw his mate trying to hide himself.

The rat!

Johnny jumped when Hawk took off toward the steps. He growled and then gave chase. Johnny finally caught Hawk in their bedroom where his mate immediately closed and locked the door.

Hawk spun around, the tips of his canines showing below his upper lip, making Johnny want to pant and beg on the spot. “Is there something you wanted to talk to me about, pretty baby?”

“Uh.” Johnny stared at the fangs. They were hot! He racked his brain trying to remember what they were talking about. What was he going to say?

Any thought process he was trying to jump-start flew out of the window when Hawk began to undress. Johnny’s heart raced out of control when he saw naked and toned flesh.

He wiped drool from his chin as he stared at Hawk’s bobbing cock.

“Does my pretty baby want something?” Hawk asked as he palmed his cock and then began to bounce it between each hand.

Johnny nodded his head rapidly, licking his lips as he stared at the hard shaft in Hawk’s hand, watching the large shaft slap the palms of Hawk’s hands. It left little trails of pre-cum on Hawk’s palms as it went from one hand to the other.

“Then I think my pretty baby has too many clothes on. What do you think?” Hawk asked as he circled around Johnny, pressing his body into Johnny’s back. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began to pant.

Johnny reached up and grabbed Hawk’s hands that were resting on his shoulders and licked each palm. Hawk groaned as Johnny’s tongue slid over his skin.

“I think I need to get naked.”

Hawk’s deep laughter boomed throughout the room as he walked back around to face Johnny. “That sounds about right.” Johnny struggled to get his boots off and then his pants. He tossed his underwear aside and then got an arm caught in his shirt because he was rushing so fast to get it off. He finally felt fingers tug at the material, yanking it free.

Johnny grinned up and at Hawk and then dropped to his knees, taking Hawk’s cock into his mouth. The sample from his mate’s palm just wasn’t enough. He had to have more.

“Ah hell, pretty baby,” Hawk crooned as he ran his hands through Johnny’s curls. Johnny opened his mouth wider, sucking the head of Hawk’s cock. He knew Hawk loved when he did that. He ran his tongue over the large vein running down the side of Hawk’s shaft, letting it twirl around as he drank in the pre-cum that was leaking out.

It tasted much better coming from the source.

Hawk growled, his canines coming all the way out. Johnny knew what was next. He giggled as Hawk grabbed him under his arms, lifted him up, and deposited him on the bed. Johnny flipped to his back and grabbed his cock.

* * * *

Hawk grabbed the lube as he skimmed his hand over his mate’s soft skin. Johnny had come a long way since he’d first met him. His weight was healthy, and he always seemed to have a glow about him now.

He lubed his fingers as he lowered his head, taking Johnny’s cock into his mouth and at the same time sliding his fingers into his mate’s ass. Johnny mewled and writhed, telling Hawk just how good it felt.

His mate always told Hawk with words or his body how good it felt.

Johnny clung to him as Hawk removed his fingers and lined his cock up. “I’m going to fuck you now, pretty baby.”

“It’s making love. Get it right,” Johnny said as he lifted his ass higher, waiting for Hawk to fill him.

Hawk chuckled and then groaned as Johnny’s body took in his shaft like they were made for each other. Hawk flipped to his back, taking Johnny along for the ride. He mate sat on top of him as Johnny grinned down at him. “If I ride you, will you tell me where my present is?”

Hawk shook his head as he grabbed his mate’s hips, coaxing him to start moving. It was driving him crazy to have Johnny straddling him but remaining unmoving. “Not a chance, pretty baby.” Johnny pouted but began to move his hips. Hawk sucked in air as Johnny tightened his muscles, making his ass even tighter. His mate had definitely learned some tricks over the years. Tricks that were driving Hawk mad now.

He planted his feet on the bed as he drove up into his mate hard.

Johnny shouted as he rode Hawk like a champ. His legs quivered as Johnny held on, bouncing his ass on Hawk’s cock. Hawk pulled his mate down as he bit into his neck, his cock exploding inside Johnny’s ass.

“I love you, Hawk,” Johnny cried out as his ass throbbed around Hawk’s cock, milking the rest of his seed from his balls.

Hawk panted as he released Johnny’s neck, sealing the wound and running his hands over his mate’s back. “I love you, too, pretty baby.

But you’re still not getting your gift until Christmas.”

Kota and Blair

Blair closed the bedroom door behind him. He began to hum to himself as he headed down the hallway to go find Cecil. He hadn’t seen him all day yesterday. It wasn’t like his best friend to vanish like that.

Okay, it was, but he usually told Blair about his diabolical plans.

He usually included him in on them, too. Maybe he had been punished for their trip to France?

With Cecil, one never knew.

Maybe he was back in the demon realm partying at Diablo’s.

Cecil had become addicted to that place. Blair didn’t understand Cecil’s fascination with that place, but hey, who was he to judge?

Blair’s feet faltered when he spotted a very short man walking down the hallway and around the corner, heading down toward Cody and Keata’s room. He rubbed the palms of his hands in his eyes, wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have had that tall glass of eggnog.

The only problem with that thought was that there wasn’t any damn alcohol in it.

Blair tiptoed down the hallway, quickly looking around the corner. The small man dressed in very strange clothing winked at him and then disappeared into thin air.

“Oh, hell no!” Blair shouted as he ran back the other way. He shot down the steps and ran to the monitoring room. “Nero!” He skidded to a halt in front of the door to the small room that monitored every camera on the grounds. Nero was shaking his hips from side to side, his shoulders dipping up and down as he danced to some Christmas song. Blair covered his mouth to prevent the laugh as Nero pirouetted around.

“Ahh!” Nero jumped, his hand clamping over his heart. “You scared me. You could have given me a heart attack. Not good, not good at all.”

Blair chuckled and then remembered why he had gone in searched of the blue-gloved man in the first place. “I need you to rewind the tape and show me five minutes ago up by Cody’s bedroom.” Nero shook his head as he took a seat. “The videos don’t use VHS

tapes. They are fed from a—”

“Whatever.” Like he’d understand Nero’s technical jargon anyways. “Just do it, please,” he said as he took a seat next to the short man.

He made sure to keep his distance as Nero clicked away on his mouse. Nero hated to be touched and Blair needed a favor, so there was no use pissing the guy off—like he usually did—and making him go screaming from the room.

“There!” Blair pointed to the screen when he saw himself walking down the hallway and then looking around the corner. “Now show me the hallway I’m looking down.”

His brows furrowed when Nero clicked a few more times to show an empty hallway. “Are you sure it’s the same time that I’m looking down the hallway?”

Nero nodded. “The exact same time. I’m sure of it, yes I am.” That couldn’t be right. Blair knew he saw a stranger wink at him and then disappear into thin air. He hadn’t gone nuts in this place…yet. “But I saw someone in that hallway.” He tapped his finger on the monitor, making Nero wipe away his smudged print immediately.

Nero clicked a few more things, his eyes studying the screen intently. “I’ve gone five minutes before you arrived and then five minutes after. There isn’t anyone there but you.”

Blair huffed when Nero turned and looked at him strangely. “Are you sure you saw someone?”

He didn’t want to look like a total loon. Maybe he had been seeing things. “I guess not.” He waved a hand at the monitor. “He’s apparently not there.” Blair pushed up from the seat.

Holy hell, maybe he was going nuts. He needed to go see Dr.

Nicholas. The image of the short guy had been so real, so tangible.

“Thanks.” He absently waved his hand at Nero as he walked out of the room.

Blair walked to the den, thinking about the little man with curly green slippers on. He wasn’t going to say it. No he wasn’t. There was no way he was going to say the word
elf
. Dakota would lock his ass up if he started spouting off about an elf running around. It just wasn’t possible. Yeah, Carter and Melonee lived there. But the guy Blair saw was only three feet tall.

He walked into the den, dropping down on one of the suede couches as he stared blankly at the television. “To hell with it,” he said to himself as he sat there. Blair wasn’t going to worry about it.

It was just a psychotic episode, that was all.

No biggie.

“You up to playing a game?” Cecil asked as he walked into the den.

“Where have you been?” Blair asked as he sat forward, relieved to have someone to talk to. He needed to forget about that damned elf, er, short person.

“Mucking out my punishment for going to France,” Cecil grumbled as he turned the television on. He tossed a game controller to Blair as he set everything up. After playing the game for an hour, Blair decided to head upstairs.

As he climbed the steps, he saw Johnny and Keata run into one of the guest bedrooms. He walked after them, curious. Just as he reached the door, Johnny threw what looked to be a gift onto the floor.

“Is that a coupon for half off at the diner?” Keata asked from beside the curly-headed man.

“No, just another stinking note,” Johnny complained as he picked up the wrappings and a box.

“What’s going on?” Blair asked.

Johnny and Keata jumped, Johnny shoving the sparkly wrapping paper behind him. “Nothing.”

Whatever. Blair turned to leave when he spotted the man in his slippers again. This time Blair gave chase. He ran around a corner, nearly slamming into the wall as he took off running. The small man ran even faster, peals of laughter floating behind him.

The little shit ducked around a corner. Blair put on a burst of speed, but as he careened around the corner going after the...whatever, he saw that the hallway was empty.

He stomped in place as he shouted. There was no way that was his damn imagination. The guy was real! Blair spun on his heel, racing back down to the monitor room, only this time Dakota was sitting behind the console. “Hey, sunshine. Why don’t you have a seat and keep me company?”

Blair dropped down into the seat, looking over at the monitors.

“Do you know how to work that thing?”

“The monitors?” Dakota asked. “Sure. Why?”

“Can you please rewind to five minutes ago?” Blair asked and then told his mate where to look. He gasped when he saw he was running down the hallway, but he was chasing thin air. There was no fucking elf anywhere. Oh, god, he was really losing his mind!

“Close the door, sunshine. I want to show you something,” Dakota said from beside him. Blair got up and closed the door.

“Lock it.”

He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he locked it as well. When Blair turned back around, he grinned from ear to ear. Dakota had his cock out and in his hand, slowly stroking it, staring at Blair as if he were a prime steak.

“Why don’t you come and sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?”

Blair rolled his eyes at the cheesy line but eagerly sat on Dakota’s lap.

“I want to stop seeing elves run around here,” he mumbled as he squirmed around, feeling his mate’s arousal right under him.

“What has Carter done to you? Or is it Melonee?” Blair wished it were one of the Wood Elves. That would make his psychotic episodes more palatable. “I’m talking about the short one who is dressed up like a homeless man and running around trying to shove a candy cane up my ass.”

Dakota laughed. “I still don’t understand why you don’t have the Christmas spirit. Every year I try to make sure you have the best Christmas ever, and every year you bah-humbug me.”

“Christmas is all about how much a person can spend. To me it’s all commercialized. There is no such thing as Santa or elves or reindeers.”

Dakota sighed as he shook his head. “Maybe one day you’ll believe.”

“Maybe, but until then, why don’t you show me that log I’m sitting on?”

Dakota growled when Blair lifted his bottom, allowing him to shove his pants down his thighs as Blair practically ripped his jeans off. “Come sit on my log, sunshine.” Blair straddled Dakota’s lap again, situating himself and then slowly lowering his body until he was fully impaled. Good god, did anything feel any better than this? Hell no. Blair already knew the answer to that question. Nothing felt better than when his mate was inside of him.

“Fuck, sunshine,” Dakota groaned. “You feel so damn good.” Blair couldn’t have agreed more. His pushed his knees further back and then lifted his ass, slamming down onto Dakota’s cock. He groaned at the slight pain as he tilted his head to the side. “Bite me.”