A McKenzie Christmas (5 page)

“Really?” Carla had tears running down her face at Sebastian’s sweet words.

Sebastian plucked his wife from the chair and sat back down with her in his lap so he could hold her close. He kissed her brow, and asked, “Will you tell me what you’re thinking, and how you feel?”

“I was shocked to be honest when the doc announced I was pregnant, but when I looked at you and saw your love, a bubble of excitement started to work it’s way up inside me. Until I was told that a baby was growing inside me, I didn’t know just how much I wanted to be a mom.” She smiled through watery eyes. “I love you.”

Carla started kissing her way across his jaw and neck before she straddled him. She rubbed up close and personal to his ‘ready for action’ dick, and he froze.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I never asked the doc if we could still have sex.” He paled and Carla laughed.

“Don’t be silly, of course we can have sex. In fact, it was probably my changing body that caused the reaction in me that it did when I came the other night.”

“So, that wasn’t a one off?”

“I don’t think so.” She
grinned,
knowing the direction his thoughts had gone.

Before she could catch her next breath. She was in his arms and being carried to the bedroom.

She didn’t miss the little ‘meow’s’ coming down the hallway as he paused in the doorway to their room.

“Oh, fuck it.” He cursed, and left the door open so that the kitten could come and go as it pleased.

Chapter 3

Ruben & Rosie

Kenza wasn’t as busy with it being the middle of the week, which was just fine because Rosie was desperate to get her husband swaying to the music with her. She actually just wanted to be in his arms and that would be a good enough excuse. She didn’t really need an excuse but when they were supposed to be working, they liked to keep it professional. But it was nearly Christmas so they could try a little something different.

Her husband hated to dance, which had surprised her at first considering he owned one of the hottest nightclubs in Lexington. But she had plans for the evening, which involved being on the dance floor in her husband’s arms.

She had already talked to the DJ about what music to play when he caught them on the dance floor, so all her plans were in place. All she was missing was her husband, who was busy in his office sorting the payroll out so that all his employees were paid before Christmas. No matter how many times Ruben told her it was ‘their’ business as opposed to ‘his’ business, Rosie still couldn’t bring herself to call it theirs. She knew that it bothered him, but it made her feel uncomfortable. Perhaps in time ‘theirs’ would come easier.

They hadn’t been married that long really, but not a day went by without her waking up in Ruben’s arms. He had been under her skin since the day they met and her desire for him knew no bounds. In fact, with Ruben, she’d come a long way in her development to trust him completely. He showed her often that his trust in her was just as strong by what he’d allow her to do to him.

“What has your cheeks
rosy
, Rosie?” Scott grinned. He’d worked behind the bar now for about two months and had potential as a bartender. He loved to tease her, and Ruben only allowed it because they both knew that he was gay and practically married to his boyfriend. “Or, don’t I want to know?”

She smirked. “You probably don’t want to know.”

“Hmm, one of those thoughts, huh?” He placed some glasses onto the shelf that had been cleaned and turned back to look at her. “Then again, if your thoughts involved that hot piece you’re married to, I could listen.”

Rosie narrowed her eyes, which told him to be quiet. She knew he liked Ruben, but she also knew how much he was in love with Burt, his lover.

“Looks like lover boy has dug himself out of his books.” Scott nodded.

Rosie knew her face lit up as soon as she focused on her handsome husband. She also recognized the look on Ruben’s face when he walked toward her. It was the look that said he meant business—the getting hot and bothered kind of business.

She met him halfway and sighed in pleasure when he curved his arm around her waist and pulled her close. His other hand went to her chin, and tilted her face up so he could take her in. He smiled at what he saw before he captured a kiss from her.

*

He loved working side by side with his wife and couldn’t go more than an hour without seeing his ‘Rosie’. Just knowing she was in the same room as he was helped him get through his day. She certainly had a habit of distracting him, especially if they worked in his office, alone.

It probably wasn’t the best time to think about being alone with his sexy wife.

“Dance with me.”

He wanted to say yes, but he couldn’t dance. Two left feet made sure of that. But as he looked at Rosie, he knew what his answer would be.

Ruben smiled, kissed her lips and led her to the dance floor. The minute his feet hit the dance area, the music changed. He didn’t roll his eyes, but he did chuckle when Ed Sheeran’s
Thinking Out Loud
, came blaring through Kenza. Rosie loved to dance around their apartment with the broom to that song.

Rosie had always felt right in his arms, against his body and as he held her close, their foreheads together, he found it difficult to imagine life without her in it. She was beautiful, not just on the outside, but inside as well. Her heart was big, which caused great frustration for him, on occasion. Once she had an idea nothing could sway her off course.

He swept the imaginary hair from her face and dipped down to kiss her. He often struggled to walk past her without a quick taste of her lips.

“Mmm. I think someone’s hoping to get lucky, later,” Rosie nuzzled against him, and sighed in pleasure as her hand landed on his ass.

Groaning, Ruben replied, “If you keep doing that we’re going to be getting it on sooner rather than later.”

She teased more and rubbed against his awakening cock. “I have this fantasy,” Rosie started, and smiled when Ruben shuddered against her. “Of you being naked, and tied to your office chair.” She nibbled his lobe, and trailed her tongue along his jaw. Her hand caressed along his spine to his ass. “Mmm, so hot.”

His wife loved to tease him, and she always got his motor running. He was hard as steel inside his pants, which she knew.

Breathing heavily, he met her gaze, and changed the subject before he embarrassed himself in the middle of his club, “We need to talk more about what kind of house we’re looking for.” They’d only talked about contacting a realtor recently, but then he discovered the house that Rosie loved had been put on the market. So, he had plans, but he had to keep it from his wife, just a little bit longer.

“I know.” She kissed his chest. “We can discuss that in your office, and play afterwards. Although I’ll probably imagine you naked, and what I’m going to do to you the whole time.”

Ruben narrowed his eyes. “Babe, you won’t last long enough to do too much to me.”

Wasn’t that the truth? They both had a hunger for the other and patience wasn’t something they’d managed to learn, yet.

“You want to talk now?” Ruben asked, impatient to get to the tied to a chair part of the evening.

“In a few minutes,” Rosie mumbled into his neck. “I love being in your arms on the dance floor. We don’t do this enough.”

Her comment reached him where it hurt. He hated dancing—he had no rhythm. Before their wedding, he’d had lessons with Rosie and he’d managed not to make an idiot of himself, but in Kenza the music was different. The patrons of the club loved the music and came back, week after week, for more. It just wasn’t something he ever felt brave enough to try until Rosie.

The slower song was easy to sway to with his love in his arms. No one would know that Rosie led or that he wanted to make love to his wife with desperation only she brought out in him.

If he didn’t stop thinking with his cock, he’d be as bad as his brother, Sebastian. Ruben wasn’t sure his brother would ever grow up.

While he thought of the quickest way to get his wife off the dance floor, he felt Rosie’s body grow heavy and lethargic. He gazed down in to her eyes and knew that she was getting sleepy in his arms. He could try and curb the lust he always felt for her. Couldn’t he?

“Rosie?” he whispered against her ear.

“Hmm.”

He grinned. “You mean to tell me you’ve gotten me all worked up and you’re about to fall asleep?”

She groaned. “In five seconds I’m about to be asleep on my feet.”

“I know.” He sighed, but a grin split his face. She was his and if she was tired, he’d wait until morning.

He kissed her brow before he picked her up in his arms. “Your shift is over, babe.”

Her arms slipped around his neck. “I love you.”

As he strolled toward the stairs that led to their apartment, he whispered against her lips. “I love you, too.” His lips quickly descended, and she fell asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

His wife had a smirk on her face, which told him she was up to something.
But what?
She’d fallen asleep on her feet the previous night, and he’d been up to accept a delivery before she’d woken. He’d come back upstairs, but Rosie had already been showered and dressed because he’d taken longer than usual downstairs.

She’d placed his breakfast in front of him with a steaming mug of coffee and took her seat opposite. For the past five minutes she’d sat and watched him eat, and it killed him to carry on as normal when he itched to laugh and give in to her.

It wasn’t until he felt her foot beneath the leg of his jeans that he finally cracked and grinned. “Okay, babe. You win. What are you up to?”

Rosie shrugged. “Who me? I’m not up to anything.”

She gave up with trying to get up his jeans and settled for running her foot up his leg. As her foot crept closer to his groin his dick perked up and he spread his thighs so she had easy access.

“Are you aroused, baby?” Rosie mumbled, her voice sultry while her foot hovered inches from where he needed to feel her.

“Why don’t you quit teasing, and find out?”

Rosie tipped her head back and gave a throaty laugh. “Oh, you’re aroused. I know without even touching you.”

He groaned and stared at his teasing wife, his eyes narrowed.

“I think,” she stood, “that you need to follow me back to bed.”

Did he have time? Another delivery was due in fifteen minutes.

Fuck it.

He stood and stalked toward Rosie with her come-hither look on her beautiful face.

Before he had a chance to grab her and throw her over his shoulder, she dropped to her knees and started to fiddle with his belt.

His dick lengthened with arousal, even as he said, “Rosie…not here.” It was the view of Rosie on her knees that excited him, and then he nearly dropped his ass to the floor when her wet mouth surrounded the head of his dick.

She was so good at sucking him off and he never lasted more than a minute or two, but fuck, when she took him further inside, he saw stars and tried to pull out.

“No,” Rosie argued, wrapping her fist around him. “I want to suck you before we go ice skating.” She smirked, and pulled back to the base of his dick.

As he looked down, the head bulged and dripped with precum, but the sight, and then the feel of her tongue on him, sent a bolt of pleasure through his system. Her fingers pressed between his legs while she massaged his sac with her palm, her other hand tightened around him while she quickly jerked and sucked him off.

His hands tangled in Rosie’s hair and as he watched her head bob back and forth on his shaft, he couldn’t hold on anymore. She excited him too much.

Ruben groaned, and warned, “Rosie, I’m gonna come.”

She grunted in acknowledgment before he slipped further and that was all it took before he came down her throat. He tried not to thrust and choke her, but she wouldn’t let up and finally, she settled on cleaning his release from his spent dick.

On her knees, Rosie grinned up at him as his dick started to swell with new arousal. He chuckled, yanked his jeans up before he pulled his wife into his arms.

He sealed their mouths together and let their tongues caress with the love they shared. He couldn’t get enough, but as Rosie broke the kiss, it suddenly hit him what she’d said.

“Ice skating?”

Rosie chuckled. “I wondered when what I said would register.”

“Now, babe. You know I love you, but I’ll only embarrass you.” He kissed her lips and tried to back her into the bedroom.

She slipped out from his arms as he watched her move quickly to the door and started to pull on her jacket and boots. “Ruben, you know how much I love the winter months with snow and
ice skating
.” She grinned. “And you won’t embarrass me at all.”

Could he put on skates without looking like an ass? He had no balance and would always end up with one injury or another when he’d go on his skateboard as a kid. His brothers used to tease the fuck out of him.

Rosie stood in front of him with his own jacket and hat in her hands. “Humor me. If, when we get there, you really don’t want to go on the ice, then we can just walk around the park and the Christmas market, drinking hot chocolate.” And she smiled the smile she knew he could never resist. “I even talked Scott into coming in today to look after the deliveries that you’re expecting, and,” she rushed on, “you know that Scott knows what he’s doing. He’s done it on more than one occasion. So Mr. Control-Freak, you have most of the day off.” She grinned and he could tell that she really wanted him with her. How the hell could he refuse? He couldn’t.

He smiled to let her know he was really okay with her sneakiness. “I love you.” He slapped a hard kiss to her lips, grabbed his jacket and hat from her hands and moved to the door. Over his shoulder he asked, “Coming?”