A McKenzie Christmas (8 page)

“Oh, God,” she whispered, “I’m going to come again if you don’t stop.”

“Come on my dick, babe.”

He continued to suck her nipple, while his other hand found the sensitive bud of her clit. He strummed her until he was hard and aching inside her and then she flooded him. Her pleasure caught in his mouth so they wouldn’t be discovered.

His dick was rock solid, but he knew they couldn’t stay inside the changing rooms any longer. He should have known better than to start something with her where they couldn’t have all day. Instead of shopping, they should have checked into a hotel. Oh, they made love often at home but not as leisurely as they once did since they had to schedule in time when the baby was napping.

“We better get dressed,” Sabrina suggested, but made no move to follow through. “But, um, you’re still hard.”

“I’m always hard when I think of you, or you’re in front of me.”

*

Sabrina stood on unsteady legs and quickly took off the babydoll, and put her own clothes back on while she watched her husband. He hadn’t zipped himself back up yet, although he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. She knew he tried to get himself under control, but she had a better idea.

Dropping to her knees between his thighs, Lucien didn’t have time to protest before her mouth was on him. She smiled around his shaft when she felt his legs tremble, and his hand slid into her hair.

She dipped her hand between his thighs to play with his twins as she sucked him deep. His girth was wide, but she managed to take half of him inside as she swirled her tongue around the crown. His essence dripped from the slit, which she had no problem lapping up.

Her husband had a sensitive spot on his dick that she discovered early on in their relationship. When the slightest pressure was asserted, it would cause him to blow like a rocket. It was on the part that had burned slightly so, to make sure she didn’t hurt him, she always ran her fingers over that part first. He’d always give it away because his breathing changed when she ran over the spot, like it just did. She held him tight with her mouth and sucked when she pressed his
button
and heard his breath catch in his throat as he came.

She met his gaze as his release filled her mouth and she swallowed it all. She let him see her love and smiled around him when he returned the sentiment.

Bang…Bang…Bang

The banging on the door had Sabrina jumping up and straightening her clothes. Lucien was more laid back and took his time, putting his dick away, the smile of pleasure still plastered on his face.

“Anyone inside?”

“Yeah,” Sabrina replied.

“Just a minute,” Lucien said.

There was a pause, and then they heard, “Not again,” as the store assistant moved away.

Sabrina snickered and wondered how many times couples had their wicked way like they had just done.

As Lucien watched his mom cuddle Alexander to her chest, his decision had been made. His mom had tears in her eyes, and so did Sabrina, who sat beside her. His wife met his gaze, and he hoped she told him without words that she wanted to move back to Lexington. It wasn’t something they’d discussed, but he knew it was time to put the cards on the table.

“Hello, son,” his father greeted him, as he walked over to peek at his grandson. “How are things?” He kissed Sabrina on the head, and walked over to him.

His father wrapped him up in his arms. “It’s good to have you home.”

He felt an ache in his chest at his father’s words. “It’s good to be home, and we’re all doing well.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Elias took a seat next to his wife. He’d probably realized that was the only way he was going to get to see his grandson, at least right now. “Come and sit with us. You look as though you’re about to run out the door.”

His father wasn’t too far off the mark. The thought had crossed his mind to find somewhere quiet to think and to get his emotions under control. Anyone would think that he was the one who’d had the baby instead of Sabrina with the way he felt. He loved his family and, now that he no longer felt the need to hide anymore, he wanted to come home. With the idea that was forming, he’d need to talk to his dad. Because instead of house hunting, he thought that maybe Sabrina would like to help design their own home on the land that he’d been gifted by his parents. He didn’t see why they would say no since Michael, Ramon, and Sebastian had all built their homes on their section. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Are you okay?” Sabrina’s soft hand slipped around his scarred one, the worry for him clear in her voice.

He frowned.

“You spaced out.”

“Shit. Sorry.” He grinned and pulled her down on his lap. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t believe him, but he didn’t blame her with how he’d been recently.

“I promise.” He kissed her nose. “We’ll talk later,” he whispered, “but I promise it’s nothing awful.”

“I’m going to still worry until you’ve told me what’s going on with you.”

He didn’t want that so he went for it. “How would you feel about moving back to Lexington?”

“Permanently?”

“I think so.”

“Yes.” She kissed his lips. “Yes.” She kissed his nose. “Yes.” She kissed his lips again. “Oh, God. Please don’t tell me it’s a joke.”

He laughed. “No joke.” He caressed her face. “I think it’s what we need to do. We need our families around us, just as much as they need us around them.”

They glanced to his parents when he finished talking, and smiled as they both had their heads dipped toward their grandson, who watched his grandparents with fascination.

“We’ll talk more on it later, but, right now, I think I’ll head into the kitchen and make the coffee Mom offered.” Lucien stood and left his wife with his parents while he headed off.

*

Sabrina watched her husband leave the room, and then sat next to his mom and watched her in-laws cuddle and coo at her son. She knew that what Lucien had suggested had to happen. She was happy in Denver, but she’d be happier in Lexington with their family around them.

“Sabrina, we’re ignoring you. I’m sorry.” Pippa leaned closer and took hold of her hand. “I’m just overwhelmed to have Lucien’s son in my arms. It’s still hard to believe that he has everything he ever wanted, but didn’t expect to have.” Tears gathered on Pippa’s lashes. “He’s happy, isn’t he?”

“I’m happy, Mom,” Lucien answered, carrying in a tray of refreshments.

“That was quick,” Sabrina queried.

“Mom had already put the tray out and the coffee had finished brewing.” Lucien smiled and placed everything down onto the coffee table. He clasped his mom’s and Sabrina’s hands with his and looked at his mom. “Please stop worrying about me, Mom. Sabrina and our son make me happy.”

Pippa passed Alexander to his grandfather, and sniffled into a Kleenex. “I’m glad.”

While his mom busied herself with pouring the coffee, Lucien moved to snuggle with his wife on the sofa. Nothing had ever felt as right as Sabrina in his arms. Sabrina had no problem showing her affection toward him in public, and he loved that. He’d never been one to draw attention to himself, but he loved how Sabrina would glow, especially since it was him that made her that way.

A noise at the front door drew their attention, and he grinned when his brother, Ramon, walked inside with his fiancé, Noah. Their wedding was all arranged for New Year’s Day, and it was set to take place at their parents’ ranch house now that gay marriage had been legalized in Kentucky.

When he had his brother in his arms, he told him, “It’s good to see you.” Lucien had hidden his emotions behind a wall and until Sabrina knocked them down, he hadn’t admitted to himself that he needed his family, which was probably why the hug between brothers lasted longer than usual.

“You okay?” Ramon frowned.

Lucien grinned. “I’ve never been better.”

Ramon looked doubtful.

“Seriously.” Lucien lightly punched his brother on his shoulder before he greeted Noah.

Noah settled his brother, and although it felt strange at first to know his brother was with a man, Lucien accepted it without a problem. He loved his youngest brother, and they’d all been brought up to accept one and all, so he was just as comfortable as he would be if Ramon
was
with a woman.

“So how are the wedding arrangements going?” Sabrina asked, sitting back down after she’d greeted them.

Noah laughed and Ramon turned, frowning at him. “It’s going,” he commented.

“What he means is,” Noah added, “that the caterer is being a pain in the ass. One minute she has it all settled, the next,
she’s on the phone again wanting
to change something. I’m convinced she has a crush on Ramon.” Noah shook his head. “It would be annoying if it wasn’t so entertaining.”

“At my expense,” Ramon mumbled, not sounding happy.

“Now stop, you two. Your wedding is in ten days, I don’t want any disagreement.” Their mom absentmindedly caressed Alexander’s cheek, her eyes misting up with tears. “All I want is for my youngest baby to be happy.”

Lucien snickered at the horror on Ramon’s face. It was nice not being in the hot seat with his mom. Usually she was on his case.

He sat back and pulled Sabrina into his arms as he watched his brother react to their mom.

“Mom,” Ramon groaned, “please,
don’t
start with the tears.”

“You’re my son, why wouldn’t I feel emotional that you’re getting married? You’re my last baby to leave the nest.”

Ramon groaned. “I haven’t lived at home for years, and I’m not exactly too far away. I mean five minutes down the lane isn’t bad.”

“You know exactly what I mean, so stop.”

Ramon got up from his seat and kissed their mom on the top of her head.

Chapter 5

Lily hummed to herself in the kitchen feeling excited. Michael finished up bathing the children, which surprised her. He always helped with bath time, but he’d insisted she deserved a night off and that he could handle it on his own. It didn’t stop her from listening out for the shout of help while she made her two oldest children hot chocolate. She’d also made Michael and herself some because she wanted to start a Christmas tradition for their family.

The items the children were going to leave for Santa were spread out on the kitchen table so that they could make their own Santa plates to save squabbling. The apple pies and applesauce that she was taking to her in-laws the following day were in the utility room so they could be kept cool. Lily had been delighted when Pippa had been talked into letting her daughter-in-laws help with the Christmas meal.

Pippa loved to do everything and was like a one-woman army when she wanted to be, but herself and Carla had explained to her that they felt useless not doing something. Pippa had finally agreed, so they’d each picked something to do. And when Lily had mentioned it to Rosie and Sabrina, they’d also insisted on making something.

Michael had been the first one to fall and she had really enjoyed watching his brothers chase their tails between their legs. She loved her sister-in-laws and always looked forward to Sabrina being back in town, who had been her best friend for years before Lily had met Michael. She no longer felt lonely or as if something was missing. Michael and their children filled whatever void had plagued her life until she’d met him and his family...no, her family, now…completed everything else.

But now, as she heard jingle bells being sung downstairs, she smiled and pressed a hand to her chest in delight. The singing grew louder and then they were there, standing in the kitchen doorway.

Charlotte started to giggle, and her brother, Michael Jr., gave her a friendly shove before he also fell over laughing. They looked so cute in their elf pajamas, and Sirena matched in her elf romper. Michael had a Santa hat on his head and a beautiful grin. His eyes lit up when they settled on her.

She walked over to him, and curved her hand around his neck to bring him down to meet her lips. Her husband never had a problem with that. He slipped a hand around her waist and tugged her closer as he bent his head and sealed their lips together.

The noise of their children caused him to pull back slightly, and with a smile, filled with so much love, he gave her one quick kiss before he released her so that she could go to the twins.

They both wanted up in her arms but she could no longer lift them together now that they were older. So she distracted them by giving them each a kiss on the cheek before she helped them into their chairs at the table.

“Make sure you only put one of each onto the Santa plates, okay, guys?” She told them as she pushed the plates closer to their eager hands.

While she watched over them with one eye, she came back to Michael and wrapped her arm around his waist, snuggling close. Sirena started to wiggle so she placed a hand on her tummy to tease their young baby.

“You sit at the table with the twins and I’ll warm her a bottle.” She smiled and kissed his cheek before doing her task.

*

Michael sat next to Charlotte and smiled as she guzzled her chocolate milk.

Three years ago he had no idea that his future held a beautiful wife and three beautiful children. Both him and Lily wanted a large family, but he’d be happy if they stopped at three. He hated seeing Lily so uncomfortable with a huge swollen belly, even though knowing she carried his child was the biggest turn on. Lily never complained and always said it was worth it in the end. He had to agree it was worth
it,
he just hated the worry that came with it. His wife, when she’d been in labor, had complained that all he had to do was get his rocks off, and his job was done. She’d certainly had the maternity staff amused, and had apologized to him when she’d remembered what she’d said.

He loved her and who knew what the future held, but right now, he had a wiggling baby in his arms and a bottle of warm milk to feed her.

It didn’t take long for Sirena to feed and fall asleep in his arms, so he laid her down in her bassinet in the living room and joined his wife and twins on the sofa. Lily produced a book that she wanted to be one of the family stories for a few years until the children became older and would sit through
The Little Match Girl
.

Sebastian finished getting the fire going in the hearth and turned to find his wife was already sitting comfortably on the sofa. She had a pair of his thick socks on her feet and smiled softly at him when his lingering gaze finally landed on her face.

His love for her only grew stronger each day, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. She made him whole and made him crave the family that had already started to grow in her womb.

“Come sit with me.” Carla held her hand out to him, and he didn’t hesitate to take it and settle down beside her.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest where she’d settled.

They laughed when, the next minute, Buttons jumped up onto the sofa, or rather tried. She fell back to the floor so Carla moved to pick the mewling animal up before she settled back down again. The cat started to purr and settled on his chest, but in the curve of Carla’s neck. Buttons looked so damn cute curled up asleep that it was hard not to pet the thing.

“Isn’t she sweet?” Carla wanted him to agree, and chuckled when he grunted. “Don’t listen to him, Buttons, he’s a big softy.”

He listened to his wife as she continued to talk to the cat, and smiled. She was nuts, but he loved her, and yeah, he liked the cat. It was damn cute, but he didn’t want his wife to know that he felt that way.

The logs crackled in the hearth, and he realized that he’d never felt more content than he did right then. He had the woman he loved in his arms and a baby on the way. He tried to keep his overactive libido in check because it was Christmas Eve and he wanted to sit quietly and just think. He didn’t know what he really wanted to think about, but the coziness of it all was nice.

And then his wife stroked, back and forth, across his belly and his good intentions started to go out the window as his dick swelled with arousal behind his zipper.

Carla snickered and placed her hand on top of him. “Sorry, I just wanted to see how easily I could arouse you.”

Was she serious?

“Babe, I only have to look at you and I’m hard as fuck. Tonight, I was trying to behave while we sat in front of the fire.” He removed her hand and placed it on his chest beside the kitten.

“We’ll have lots of other Christmas Eve’s where we’ll have to behave.” She purred against him. “This is our last Christmas Eve with just the two of us. Next year, we’ll be celebrating with our son or daughter.” Carla placed her hand to her stomach. “I can’t believe there is a tiny life growing inside me.”

She was right. He’d be a daddy next Christmas Eve, and Carla a mommy. Their lives would change, but for the better. He’d really have to curb his sexual appetite for his wife when the baby arrived, but he wasn’t an adolescent. He’d manage.

“I think that I need to keep you permanently naked between now and you giving birth so I can get rid of all my sexual need.”

Carla sniggered. “Constant sex for the next seven months won’t get rid of your sexual need, that I can guarantee you.”

“I think we should try.” He struggled to keep his face straight.

“Hmm,” Carla glanced away and he frowned.

One minute she was teasing him and the next, she was serious. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He brushed the hair behind her ear, and cupped her jaw.

When she didn’t answer or look at him, he tilted her head back to look at her. “Carla, you have me worried.” He met her gaze and the tears that hovered on her lashes.

He placed the kitten on the blanket beside him, and turned fully to his wife.

“What if you don’t like me when I have a big belly? You might not want to make love to me then.”

His eyes popped wide. “Oh God, Carla. I love you. There is no way on this earth that I won’t ever want to make love to you. You keep me constantly horny.” He cupped her face. “I’m impatient to see you swollen with our child, knowing that it’s me who got you that way.” He grinned. “Don’t for one minute think that I won’t want you.” He kissed her then.

Every single word he spoke was the truth. He loved her and couldn’t wait to see their child growing inside her belly. And then he remembered reading something, “Besides,” he added, “apparently pregnancy hormones can make you horny. More so than usual.” He wiggled his brows, wanting to lighten the mood.

*

Carla chuckled at her husband. She knew he loved her and couldn’t keep his hands off her, and deep down she knew that would never change. She’d just been thrown for a loop being told that she was pregnant when it hadn’t been planned. She was happy and looked forward to being a mommy to the little bean she had in her belly; she just hadn’t expected it for a few more years. She was surprised really that she hadn’t gotten pregnant before then with how her husband couldn’t leave her alone. She couldn’t complain because she was just as bad, and, quite often, she’d dress to tease him knowing that he wouldn’t be able to ignore her.

“Sebastian, I think you should give me one of those Victoria’s Secret packages early so you can see what it looks like. I mean, we won’t have time tomorrow morning for a fashion show.”

Her husband groaned. “I’m not sure seeing you in hardly anything is going to work with my quiet night by the fire.”

She grinned and rolled her eyes. “It will still be a quiet night by the fire, and it will be slow,” she breathed against his mouth, “long and slow.” She placed her hand in his lap, and smiled while she kissed him at the feel of his arousal as he hardened against her.

“You make it
hard
for me to refuse.”

They both chuckled at his choice of words.

Carla loved the feel of her husband naked, which was why she couldn’t wait and quickly unfastened his jeans. Her sigh of pleasure was captured in his mouth when his cock was freed and in her hand.

“I love you, Sebastian, and tonight I’m going to show you how much.”

It was Christmas Eve and Ruben felt like a child about to open his presents, eager and excited. He’d done so well with Rosie not having a clue as to what he’d been up to. He only hoped that it stayed that way for a bit longer.

While he cleaned the snow from his truck, Rosie was inside doing some last minute wrapping. She’d already wrapped the presents for the staff, which had been left in the staff room for after they finished their shift. Rosie was under the impression that he’d finished up with her presents. She’d soon find out that he hadn’t.

They’d both had enough of living above Kenza, and although Rosie never complained and constantly told him she was happy wherever he was, it was time to move out. That, of course, was where his surprise came in.

“What are you doing?”

Ruben whipped his head around at the surprised question from Rosie. She stood silhouetted in the doorway in her boots and winter jacket.

“I’m clearing the truck so we can go out.” He hid his smile as he knocked the snow packed against the back wheels.

“Out? It’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know, and that’s why we’re going out.” Ruben stopped, and grinned at his beautiful wife. “I want to show you your Christmas present.” He walked closer and stood a mere foot away.