A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (8 page)

Okay, Cody was officially weirded out. He didn’t like this game any longer. Keata wasn’t making any sense, more than usual, and that made him nervous.

“Show me this, Cody,” he said as his mate took him to the kitchen. He needed to figure out what in the hell Keata was talking about.

There were only eighteen days before Christmas. Was that time enough to get Keata some mental health and still have time to celebrate?

He stopped and grabbed Keata’s hand when he saw Maverick leaning against the counter, talking with a stranger who was standing by the back door.

“Cody, bring Keata in, please,” Maverick said with a slight twinkle in his eyes. “This is Nick.” Cody nodded toward the stranger, pulling his mate close to his side, watching him closely. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but Cody wasn’t getting a good feeling about this.

Nick nodded at Cody and then looked at Keata. “It seems you have something that belongs to me, Keata.” Cody bared his canines at Nick as he wrapped his arms around Keata. “My mate has nothing that belongs to you!” Nick chuckled, his belly bouncing as he pushed the glasses on his face further up his nose. “You know what I’m referring to Keata, don’t you?”

Cody looked down at his mate. Keata looked just as clueless as Cody felt. What the hell was this guy talking about? Cody wasn’t sure, but he knew that if Nick made one move toward his mate, he was defending Keata.

“I need Rudolph back.”

Cody cocked his head. Was this guy for real? He was a damn nut job, and Maverick was standing there with a big ass grin on his face.

“This is so cool.”

Cody shook his head at the alpha as his eyes cut back over to Nick. “I think you need to leave.”

Nick sighed. “I’m trying to do this the right way so Keata won’t be upset when I leave here with Rudolph. Please don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”

“Where’s the deer, Keata?” Maverick asked gently.

Keata swallowed as he pressed deeper into Cody’s side. “Cody is mine. He’s my pet.”

Cody was so damn confused. Were they talking about a deer or were they taking about him?

“Rudolph likes to play games and take off, making me come looking for him. He belongs with me, Keata.”

“I saw him first!” Keata shouted as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Very well,” Nick said as he opened the kitchen door and walked out. Keata took off after the man, which made Cody take off after his mate. Maverick laughed as he walked out behind them.

“No!” Keata shouted as Nick walked from the barn with a deer following closely behind him. Cody’s jaw dropped when he saw the antlers and the red nose. No fucking way! He grabbed his mate around his waist, stopping Keata from running any further and damning them all to coal for Christmas.

He wasn’t sure if he was seeing things correctly, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“You have to give the guy something in return, Nick,” Maverick said from beside Cody. “You can’t just take his pet.” The alpha snickered at the last word in his sentence.

Cody glared at Maverick before looking back over at
Nick
. Now that he studied the guy…

“Very well,” Nick said and laid his finger on the side of his nose.

Everyone gasped when two fluffy bunnies appeared right before them. Keata squealed and bent down, picking both of them up and hugging them close. “Bye, Cody,” he said and then started talking with the bunnies, cooing at them.

“You named the deer after me?”
Thank fuck.
Cody had thought Keata had lost his mind.

“Yes. I like Cody. It is a nice name.” Cody smiled and then blinked when Nick and
Rudolph
disappeared from sight.

“That was so fucking cool.” Maverick chuckled as he walked back into the house. Cody agreed. It was way wicked.

“Come on, Keata. Let’s get your bunnies into the barn so they don’t get cold.”

It had been a magical moment for Cody, but when Keata beamed up at him, his eyes sparkling with happiness, he changed his mind.

This was the most magical moment he would ever experience.

* * * *

The elf plastered his back to the house. If Nick saw him, his goose was cooked. He gazed over at Keata as the mate hugged the rabbits closely.

Okay, he couldn’t play a trick on Keata. The guy was just too damn cute for words. He spun around and disappeared from sight.

That was okay. He still had George.

Tank and George

George cursed when he pulled another batch of burnt cookies from the oven. He couldn’t understand what was happening. The oven wasn’t that old, so his cookies should be coming out perfectly.

He knew for a fact that it wasn’t him. George could cook with the best of them, and he was damn good at baking as well.

He turned the cookie sheet upside down over the trash can, watching all his hard work fall into the bin. He glanced back over at the oven and narrowed his eyes. “I’ll figure you out. There’s no way you’re besting me.”

“Talking to yourself, mate?” Tank asked as he walked into the kitchen, sniffing and looking around. “Where are the cookies? I smell them.”

George grunted as he tossed the sheet up onto the stove. “The Cookie Monster ate them.”

Tank tilted his head down, lowering one eye as he stared at George. “If you don’t want me to have any, just say so.” George chucked a thumb over his shoulder as he picked his water bottle up and took a drink. “See for yourself. Oscar owns them now.” Tank walked over to the trash can, peering inside. “What did you throw them away for?” he asked like a five-year-old pouting. George grinned as he walked back over to the counter.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose. This dang oven is possessed. It keeps burning anything I put into it.” Tank looked like he was about to cry as he looked away from the burnt lot. “I’ll get my tools.”

George quickly threw his hands up, stepping between his mate and the stove. “Whoa, partner. Do you know anything about ovens?” Tank looked at him with his lips twisted to the side of his mouth.

“What do you think?” he asked before walking out of the kitchen.

“That we’re all gonna blow up,” George grumbled as he placed more dough on the sheet and then opened the oven, sliding the tray inside.

“You better not do it again,” he warned as he waggled a finger at the oven. “I’ll replace you with an industrial size microwave if you keep it up.”

He went about cleaning up his mess as he waited on the next batch of cookies to finish. George still had dinner to cook.

Thank heavens Cody and Frank had hired Steven as the other cook at the diner. It freed up his time…to cook at home.

Everyone better be damn glad that George loved cooking, or he would have grabbed Tank eons ago and hightailed it out of there. His life was busy, but George had never been happier. He was living the life he’d always dreamed of with the best damn man in the world.

“Okay, did you cut the gas off?” Tank asked as he walked into the kitchen reading a piece of paper with his toolbox in his other hand and a tool belt strapped around his waist.

Damn if his mate wasn’t sexy when he played Mr. Fix-It. George wanted to see Tank in nothing but his tool belt. It was as sexy to him as most people thought firemen were. He’d never get enough of staring at his mate’s sexy ass body.

When Tank walked toward the stove, George realized what Tank was doing and forgot about his drool fest. “Don’t tell me you printed that off of the Internet.”

Tank glanced up from the paper he was reading to look at George.

“What? They have some very handy information on the Internet.” George rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and I remember a roof you and Jason tried to fix. Maverick had to call for someone to come out and fix it after you two fixed it.”

Tank growled as he set his toolbox down on the floor in front of the oven. “Fixing a roof isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“Neither is messing with a stove. Ask Maverick to have someone come out and look at it,” George said as he placed his body between Tank and the oven, spreading his arms out to stop his mate from blowing everyone up.

“It’s not that hard, now move.”

“Nuh-uh. I still have cookies baking in there.”

“Move, George.”

“Not on your life, big fella.”

Tank sighed. “Fine, let me know when the cookies are done.” Yeah, right. George wasn’t born yesterday. He wasn’t telling Tank a damn thing. He was going to find Maverick and tell him to get a real repairman out here. “Fine.”

George grinned down at Tank. “While you’re down there.” He wiggled his brows as he stared down at Tank’s deep brown eyes.

Tank chuckled as he stood, making George pout. He tossed a finger between his chest and George’s. “We’re not Jason and Nicholas. We’re not doing it in the kitchen. If you want your cock sucked, meet me out in the barn.”

George’s cock filled as he licked his lips. “It’ll have to wait. I got cookies bakin’ in the oven.”

Tank shrugged as he grabbed his toolbox, making George’s cock throb at the sexy image in front of him.

“Your choice. But my offer expires at midnight.” George slapped his hands on his hips. “What are you, a damn pumpkin?”

“Nope,” Tank said as he chuckled and walked out of the kitchen.

George looked back at the oven. “Damn cookies. You better be worth passing that up for.” He bent at the waist, grabbing the sheet from the oven. He growled when the cookies were almost black.

“You weren’t in there that long!”

“Talking to cookies?” Maverick asked as he walked over to the oven, grimacing when he looked down at the cookie sheet. “What the hell are those?”

“Exactly. I need you to call a repairman to come look at it before Tank gets in here with his Internet printout and tinkers with the stove.”

Maverick’s eyes widened. “On it.” He spun around to walk out and then turned back toward George. “By the way, here.” He tossed a large stack of papers on the table.

“I know exactly what that is, and I ain’t being in no play unless ya got a rodeo in your pocket.”

Maverick laughed as he patted his jeans. “Sorry, George. No rodeo in here. It’s all me.”

George screwed his face up as he grabbed the damn manuscript.

“TMI, man.” He glanced down at the script, his eyebrows shooting up past his Stetson.

“I’m so clever,” Maverick said before walking out of the kitchen.

George growled as he stared down at the manuscript. What the hell?

“Whatcha got there?” Tank asked as he walked in with the tool belt wrapped around his massive waist. George cocked a brow, his drool pooling in his mouth once more. He tossed the manuscript over his shoulder as he sauntered over to his mate.

“Something a
wise man
gave me,” he said as he circled his arms around Tank’s broad shoulders.

Tank placed his hands on George’s sides, running them up and down, making George shiver where he stood.

“Barn?” Tank growled the question softly as he began to nibble on George’s neck.

“Barn,” George agreed as his head fell back on his shoulders.

“Hot damn!” Tank whooped as he grabbed George around his waist and tossed him over his shoulder, running toward the kitchen door.

“I can walk!”

“No need,” Tank said as the cold air blasted George in the face until Tank swung the barn doors open and set George on his feet.

Tank spun around, closing the doors.

George chuckled as Tank turned back around, his canines showing as he started unbuttoning his pants.

“Whoa, I thought I was the one getting a blow job?” George asked as he raced to get his pants down first.

Tank shook his head as he pulled his cock free. George was always amazed at the mighty python Tank packed in his pants. “Keep the tool belt on.”

“Kinky bastard. I blow you, I fuck you.” George wagged his cock around as he shook his head. “You blow me, I fuck you.”

Tank growled. “How’s that fair?”

“Who said anything about fair?” George asked as his pants slid to his ankles. He tried to walk over to Tank, but his jeans were shackling his ankles. He took tiny steps as he made his way over to his mate.

“George,” Tank warned.

“Just suck me and then we’ll work out the fucking part afterward.”

Tank curled his fingers around George’s cock, pulling him closer.

God, George loved big hands. He groaned as Tank started stroking both their cocks together. “B–Blow job,” he reminded his mate.

“Say I can fuck you, and then I’ll suck you.”

“You’re so damn poetic. Stop arguing with me. My cock is getting soft.”

Tank glanced down between them. “Hardly.”

“It could. Now suck it.”

“Say it.”

George growled. “Fine, it’s your turn, now suck me.” George held his breath as he watched Tank lower to his knees. It was such a pretty sight to see his mate on his knees. Tank was a very big fella, so to see him down there always made George think that angels truly existed.

Tank smiled up at him, making George’s heart thunder in his chest. He ran his knuckle down his mate’s cheek, smiling back at him.

Tank opened, taking George’s cock into his mouth, making George’s head fall back, his lips parting as he held on to Tank’s shoulders.

Tank snaked his tongue into the slit in George’s cockhead, drinking down his pre-cum. George pushed his hips forward, feeding his wolf his cock.

George’s legs wobbled, threatening to give out as Tank sucked him to the back of his throat, his tongue playing over his shaft as he cupped George’s balls. He groaned when Tank reached into his tool belt and pulled out a bottle of lube.

He smiled at his mate’s sneakiness. His knees did try and give when Tank slid a large finger into his hole. George groaned, pushing back on the finger. His hands ran over Tank’s hair, feeling a deeper connection with his wolf than he ever felt with anyone in his life.

When his balls drew up close, George reluctantly pulled away.

“You’re gonna make me come, big guy.” Tank leaned back and then pushed to his feet, spinning George around and pinning him against one of the stalls. George tried to kick his feet free from his jeans, but his cowboy boots were interfering, keeping them tangled.