A McKenzie Christmas (7 page)

He didn’t miss the glint of amusement that flashed in her eyes. She knew where he wanted her touch, which meant she’d leave that until last. He could growl in frustration or beg
,
she could take her pick.

“You know what I want,” he said.

“Hmm, and for once, I think you’re going to get your wish because I’m so wet and the need to taste you is making me throb”

“Rosie,” he let out a tortured moan, which turned into a gasp when she reached out and massaged his balls. Her fingers spread and rubbed between his legs while his cock pulsed with his release close. When he started to pant, she released him, and smirked.

“As much as I love watching your release leave your body, I want to ride you.”

“Fuck, Rosie. I so want this, but fuck me…you have me close. And I mean close.”

“Hmm.”

She tickled up from his feet, along his thighs that trembled under her touch and finally gripped his shaft. Her head dipped as he braced himself for the feel of her mouth. He hadn’t lied about being close, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control the urge to come.

“Gentle,” he hissed, and groaned when her tongue licked and swirled around the sensitive head. “Hard and I’ll come.” She took him into the warm recesses of her mouth and he couldn’t control his hips as they thrust up at the feeling. His movement was limited with the silk ties, which would soon be ripped free.

*

Rosie loved having Ruben’s cock in her mouth. Although he was rock hard with arousal, he was smooth apart from the vein that pulsed. As she pulled back to the tip and swirled her tongue around to catch the precum tricking out of his slit, she moaned.

She knew that her husband loved being restrained because it heightened his pleasure, which he’d discovered with only her. He’d spent most of his life being the one doing the restraining, but it had worked both ways with them for a while.

Once Ruben started grinding up into her mouth, she knew it was time to finish him, but not unless she rode him. With one last suck, she let him slip from her mouth before licking her way up his torso.

Back on her feet, she straddled him, and lowered herself on his cock. Her mouth hovered over Ruben’s and their gasp of pleasure ended up being locked between them.

His hands were finally free, and he gripped her hips. “I need you to move,” he growled, and started rocking her on him. She was so wet and swollen that her pussy gripped his cock and tried to hold on to him when he pulled back. He was stronger though, and as his mouth dipped and tugged a nipple into his mouth, she rippled and convulsed over him as he started to shoot his release inside her. The strong pulls of her channel milked more out of him, and caused his dick to twitch and release until they were spent.

“Fuck, babe,” he finally gasped, “I seriously didn’t think I’d last to get inside you.”

“I didn’t think you would either.” She slipped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. “I love you,” she whispered. “So much.”

He gulped a few times as she watched him become overwhelmed with emotion. She knew how much he loved her and until she’d crashed into his life he hadn’t been looking for love, but now he had it forever. They both did.

“Ruben, look outside,” Rosie shouted, her voice sharp with excitement.

He knew without looking through the window that it had obviously been snowing hard because his wife was obsessed with the snow. Just an inch of the white powder and she instantly became a child. She loved to be outdoors in the stuff. He liked it at first, but after a few weeks of freezing his ass off, or de-icing the cars and clearing the sidewalk around Kenza, he would have had enough.

His wife made him enjoy it again.

As a child, he’d lived outdoors no matter what season they were in, and so did his brothers. They’d get up to trouble on occasion, but he wouldn’t exchange his memory of that time for anything.

“Ruben, did you look?” Rosie bounced into the bedroom where he’d just finished getting dressed.

He chuckled and caught her in his arms. “Not yet,” he answered as he bent down and captured her lips. “I take it there is more snow on the ground?” He raised a brow.

“And then some.”

He groaned. A heavy snowstorm hadn’t been forecasted but, then again, he’d been preoccupied with his sexy wife last night.

“I think you need to stay home and cuddle up with me. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.” She smiled.

He didn’t want to refuse such a tempting offer, but he had to finalize her Christmas present. He just didn’t know how to refuse her without having to lie. The last thing he wanted was to tell
her what
he was up to. He guessed he could tell her part truth. “I can’t, babe. Even though I haven’t had breakfast yet, your offer is tempting, but I have to go pick up your present today.”

“Present?” Her eyes sparkled with pleasure.

He laughed. “Yes.” He kissed her quickly. “Before you get the wrong idea, I already have some things stashed away that you won’t be able to find.” He knew she’d be rooting around as soon as he left. “But I had to, um, order the last thing.” Okay that was a stretch, but he didn’t want her to think he’d forgotten because the present he was finalizing had been ongoing for about six weeks. He only hoped that he had it in him to wait until Christmas Eve to give her the present.

Chapter 4

Lucien & Sabrina

Lucien sat in the dark of his bedroom and watched his wife and child sleep. He still couldn’t believe that he was married and had a soon-to-be
three month old
son, Alexander.

Until he was left scarred, he used to want a woman to call his own, but he never thought that would be possible. Sabrina had other ideas though. He smiled remembering their encounters before he finally sampled her. Just one taste and he’d been in trouble, and no matter how much he pushed her
away,
she went back to him, until that last time when he’d gone to her.

They’d made a home in Colorado, but he missed his family and he knew that both of Alexander’s grandmothers missed them and their new grandson. He’d thought a lot about it during the past month that they’d been back. He hadn’t mentioned anything to Sabrina, but he was almost certain that he wanted to move back to Lexington. They both loved the house that they lived in, but he’d be able to find them something similar around his family. He was sure of it. And if he couldn’t, he would build it.

He was tired of thinking. He was tired of watching over his family at night, the way he had been. Sabrina had no idea that he spent most of the night watching them both sleep. She’d be upset if she knew. She was aware that something was wrong because he couldn’t hide his fatigue from her. He’d yet to admit to his fear that he’d wake up one day and it would all have been a dream. He knew that would kill him.

His wife didn’t miss anything though, and she’d soon be calling him on it. He watched as she rolled over in the large bed they shared, and searched for him in her sleep. Of course, she came up empty. “Lucien?” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

He quickly stood, climbed back into the bed, and pulled her into his arms. “I’m right here. It’s early. Go back to sleep.” He kissed her forehead and held her as she fell back to sleep—and he soon followed her.

Sabrina knew that something bothered her husband. She’d caught him watching over their son and herself while they slept. Until that morning, she’d always pretend to be asleep, but she couldn’t watch him do that anymore. She didn’t doubt his love for her or Alexander, and she hoped he didn’t doubt hers for him.

He was a wonderful father and husband, and he’d only settle if she was in the room with him. It was as though he was afraid she’d disappear. She had no intention of doing that.

She’d wanted to broach the subject with him, but she wasn’t sure he was ready for her questions or if she was ready for his answer. All she knew was that he had to stop because the fatigue was clear on his face.

He sat at the kitchen table reading some papers from work while he tried to stifle a yawn behind his mug of coffee. He was exhausted and it was affecting him in more ways than simply being tired. It was time that they talked.

Sabrina quickly checked that their son was still fast asleep in the breakfast room before she went back to her husband and made room for herself on his lap.

He smiled and placed his paper and coffee down on the table. “Mmm,” he nuzzled into her neck, which caused goose bumps to break out over her skin with the sensual assault, “you taste good.” He licked and nibbled his way down her neck.

Sabrina spread her fingers through his hair and pushed his head back so she could look into his eyes. Her hands cupped his face and pulled him close to meet her lips.

Since the world had righted itself between them, Lucien had gradually relaxed around Sabrina with his scars. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him, but with her care and love, she’d shown him that she loved everything about him, including the damage to his skin.

Her forehead rested against her husband’s as their gazes met and held. Sabrina couldn’t hold her concern inside any longer so she asked, “Will you talk to me? I know you sit up watching Alexander and I sleeping. Like you’re protecting us or making sure we don’t disappear on you. But I need to know what’s going on, because I’m worried about you.”

She knew that her husband could see the worry on her face as well as hear it in her voice. Lucien should have known that she’d be on to him. She didn’t miss a damn thing.

“I’m fine.” He brushed the hair back from her face. “I’ll always be fine as long as I have you.”

His words told her all she needed to know.

She turned and straddled him, her arms wrapped around his neck. She whispered, “I love you. You have my heart, Lucien. If I no longer had you in my life, I’d be so broken that no one would ever be able to put me back together. Are you hearing me?” Tears brimmed in her eyes before they slowly fell down her cheeks.

Lucien held her against him tightly. “I’m hearing,” he started but had to stop to catch his breath. “Since Alexander was born, I’ve struggled to sleep,” he admitted. “You both are my world, and I’m afraid I’m going to wake up one morning and realize it was all just a dream.”

She sat up, and cupped his face in her hands. “It isn’t a dream, and we’re here with you forever. Please don’t suffer alone. We talk about other things, please talk about how you’re feeling with me. I know you’re a guy and macho and all that,” she smiled, “but I’m your wife. You can tell me anything. It will hurt if you keep things from me.”

“I’m sorry. I figured it would pass.”

“And it hasn’t, right?”

Lucien shook his head. “No.”

“Do you think it all stems from what happened to you?”

“It’s all connected.” He stroked along her cheek, and rubbed her lips with his thumb. “I love you.” He kissed her quickly and stood with her still in his arms. “And unless you untangle your legs from around my waist, I’m going to get busy on the kitchen table.”

She knew he tried to lighten the mood, and she let him. They’d talked and although she still worried about him, she was glad that she knew what the problem was. Maybe he suffered with anxiety or something similar. She’d keep an eye on him, which she knew that he knew she’d be doing. Her husband’s life had been turned upside down when they met and more so when she found out that she was pregnant. Perhaps he just needed her to show him how she felt.

He groaned. “Oh, no. We’re not going to have sex on the kitchen table with our son over there.”

Sabrina wiggled against him. He was certainly
up
for it. “You sure about that?”

“Hmm, for now.” He untangled himself, pulled her into his arms for a kiss and then went to retrieve their squirming son who’d woken up.

The sun was low as he walked along the sidewalk, his beautiful wife’s hand clasped in his. Their son had been left at home, under the watchful eye of his Uncle Dante, Lucien’s cousin. Lucien felt better after his talk with Sabrina and was surprised she hadn’t told him to stop being an idiot.

He should have known better. She’d never tell him that, and she took his worry seriously. He’d spent many years after the fire like he was now, and even though he didn’t want to admit
it,
he knew that the anxiety was back. He could survive anything with Sabrina by his side so he had no qualms about talking to her about it, anymore, like he should have done from the beginning, just not while they were shopping for gifts.

“We need to go in here,” Sabrina said as they passed a store.

He only had chance for a quick glance at the sign before he’d been dragged inside.

Victoria’s Secret
.

What was it with the women in his family? He’d spoken to Sebastian a day ago and he’d gone on about his trip to the store, and bent his ear about lace and panties. He’d actually listened with half an ear because as Sebastian had been going on about silk and the feel of the lace against his fingers, Sabrina had been on her hands and knees in front of him playing with their son who’d been on a play mat. Lucien had then been abrupt with his brother because he’d felt guilty for having lustful thoughts while she’d been with their son.

“Earth to Lucien.” Sabrina broke into his thoughts.

He grinned at her and pulled her closer. “I was thinking about you bending over for me.”

Her eyes widened before she smacked his arm.

“Ouch, what was that for?”

“We’re in public.” She snickered. “Remember when it was close to my due date and I was permanently horny.”

“How could I forget?” He chuckled.

“You seriously turned me on at that restaurant and I dragged you into the disabled restroom.”

He groaned. “Woman! Did you have to bring that up in here around all these lacy panties?”

Her face lit up as she realized what she was doing to him. “Hmm, I bet there’s something else
up
.”

He shook his head at her teasing, and reached for the scrap of lace that was the closest to him. It turned out to be a black thong for over two hundred dollars. Who the hell would pay that?

“I prefer this,” Sabrina said.

Lucien turned, and when his eyes spotted what she held, his eyes froze in his head. In fact, his whole body froze. She held a transparent babydoll set in a deep purple out in front of her. His heart rate picked up as his cock twitched in his pants.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

Sabrina knew damn well what she did to him, but he snapped, “You need to try that on, and something else.” He grabbed his wife in one hand and a sweat suit set as they passed the display in the other, and headed for the changing rooms.

As luck would have it, no one manned the changing rooms so he quickly dragged her to the back and inside an empty cubicle.

“Lucien, I’m not…”

He slammed his lips down, sealing her words in her throat. She had him horny as fuck with her talk out in the store, and the hot memory. His dick was so hard it hurt with the way it was squished in his underwear.

“Try it on,” he begged, in a whispered tone. He sure as hell didn’t want anyone finding them in there together.

Lucien stood to one side with his eyes closed and listened to the rustling of material as his wife changed clothes. He didn’t last long, maybe
seconds
, before he snapped his eyes open again and watched as she pulled the babydoll over her nude body.

Before she finished, he had his pants undone and his swollen cock out and in his hand. He palmed his flesh, his arousal heightened with the sight of Sabrina, and his own touch as he stroked. They were about to have the quickest fuck in history and as Sabrina straightened and saw him, her eyes widened before they darkened with lust.

He pounced. “God, you’re so fucking sexy, I’m seconds from coming.”

“I’m ready, Lucien.” She met his gaze. “Make me come,” she whispered.

He hauled her up in his arms and impaled her on his shaft. Their groans were sealed as their mouths joined. Lucien held her against the wall with his hips and stomach, while his hands roamed over the top of the babydoll to roll and pinch her nipples. They leaked milk and he knew they were extremely sensitive to the touch.

He backed up and dropped his ass into the chair in the corner and nearly came when Sabrina took all of him inside her. He bottomed out, and couldn’t catch his breath. Sabrina ground down on him as her vaginal walls started to ripple along his length. That was all it took for him to follow her over. He quickly shoved the material up her torso and sucked on an engorged nipple, feeling the pull inside her as the tremors of pleasure ran through her.

She tried to push his head away, but all he did was switch breasts. The milk for their child had a horrid taste to it, but knowing how sensitive her nipples were, he couldn’t resist sucking on them.