by Taylor Rylan
Jacob & Isaac
Jacob
“Papa! Poo!”
I groaned and reached up and pulled on my hair. I looked down at Isaac, who had my dick in his mouth, treating me to a morning blowjob. Well, he had been. Our son was now awake, and that meant no sexy times for us until he went down for a nap.
“Want me to get him?” Isaac asked once he pulled off my cock.
“No. I’ll do it. Maybe I can change him and he’ll be happy playing in his room for a little while. If that’s the case, I’ll join you in the shower.”
“Papa! Dada! Poooo!”
“I’m coming, buddy!” I replied after Mack shouted for us again. Isaac gave my dick another suck, and as tempting as it was, I couldn’t do it. I had been so close to coming, but Mack was a master at killing the mood.
I rolled out of bed and pulled my sleep pants back up before I leaned down and gave my sexy husband a kiss. I wanted to linger—hell, I wanted to stay in bed with him all week—but I couldn’t. We couldn’t because we were parents. I whimpered as Isaac lazily stroked his leaking cock, and I had to have my own quick taste, so I swiped my tongue across the head, moaning when I got a taste of my husband’s precome.
“Fuck. I really need you, sweetheart.”
“Later. I promise. Now, go take care of Mack. I’m going to go take a cold shower,” Isaac said as he rolled away from me and crawled off the opposite side of the bed. I stared at his naked form as he walked to the bathroom and wished I was going with him.
“Papa! Papa, poo yucky!” At that, I sprinted to our son’s room, hoping he hadn’t somehow managed to get his diaper off. I sighed in relief when I walked into his room and saw he was still fully dressed. That was, until I got a whiff of him.
“Whoa. What’d you eat, big guy?” I asked as I carried Mack over to the changing table.
“Ishies!”
“Yeah, I don’t think it was just fishies that made things smell this foul.” I laid Mack down, and after quickly changing his diaper, I dressed him in a warm pair of sweats and a coordinating sweatshirt. Thick socks that he probably wouldn’t keep on were next, and I set him down on the floor so I could deal with the offensive diaper.
“Mack?” I hollered after I’d stuffed the diaper in the pail and washed my hands in his bathroom.
“Papa! Doggies!”
I rolled my eyes and quickly went downstairs to join our son. Thankfully, he couldn’t yet open doors and let Ivan and Nanuk outside. Not that they would run off, but still. The bigger issue was that Mack would simply follow them.
“Bud, you can’t run off like that,” I told Mack as I walked over to the door he was standing in front of. Both dogs were sitting in front of it, waiting to be let out. After I picked Mack up, I opened the door and the dogs took off into the yard. I chuckled at them running and playing in the snow. But what did I expect? They were snow dogs after all.
I went to the kitchen with Mack on my hip and turned on the coffeepot after checking to see if there were freshly ground beans in it. I had a feeling we were going to need the caffeine. Christmas was next week, and I only had today off and then I was back at work until Christmas Day. Dalton was on vacation, and the asshole was sending pictures of sunny California while we were sitting with snow on the ground. I looked at Mack, and although I wouldn’t trade him or Isaac for anything, I really longed for sunny warm days.
“Papa, o’s?”
“You sure you don’t want eggs, buddy? I can make you some eggs if you want.”
“Yay, eggs! Peas?”
“Sure thing. Let’s get you in your chair and I’ll get those started for you.” I set Mack in his high chair, and after I buckled him in, I put the tray on before I went to the fridge and grabbed his cup of milk. We found that things went much smoother in the mornings if we did as much prep as possible the night before.
Once he had his milk and a few Cheerios, I went back to the fridge and pulled out everything I needed to make him some scrambled eggs. After I cracked two eggs and had them cooking in the pan, I pulled out the cut-up fruit we had prepped for his meals.
Remembering the dogs were outside, I quickly went to the back door and opened it. I was greeted by two cold, wet noses and snowy faces. Once they were inside, I rushed back to the kitchen and stirred the eggs. When warm, smooth hands wrapped around my bare torso, I smiled and laced my fingers with Isaac’s. As he ran kisses down my spine, I moaned and found it difficult to concentrate on not burning Mack’s breakfast.
“If you keep that up, these eggs won’t be edible,” I warned.
“Since you put it that way, I’ll behave. I don’t want to be the reason Mack has to wait longer for his breakfast.”
I watched Isaac out of the corner of my eye as he went to the coffeepot and poured two steaming mugs. Next, he pulled down a divided plate and put some fruit in one compartment, yogurt in another, and left the large section open for the eggs.
“Dada, eat?”
“Yeah, buddy, you’re going to eat. Papa is making eggs. Just another minute, okay?”
I glanced at Mack as he nodded, his hair flopping around on top of his head.
The eggs were finished, so I removed them from the stove and carefully scraped them into the open section of the plate we had for Mack. Isaac took it and put the plate in the freezer while I gave our son another handful of Cheerios.
“Fank ooo.”
“You’re welcome, big guy.” I turned and looked at my husband, who was feeding the dogs. After I thought about it for a moment, I realized that it had been well over a week since either of us had had the energy to have sex. No wonder I was horny. Of course, it didn’t help that Isaac was bent over the food bowls.
I walked over to the counter and picked up my mug of coffee, trying to distract myself. After a tentative sip, I realized it was too hot to drink, so I went to the freezer and grabbed an ice cube and Mack’s plate.
I dropped the cube into my coffee as I walked back to our son, plate in hand. Once I knew his eggs weren’t too hot, I served him his breakfast as Isaac handed him a spoon from the other side.
The fruit was the first thing he went for, but that wasn’t unusual. Mack loved any and all fruits. Something I was thankful for. Actually, he didn’t seem to be too picky of an eater about anything, really.
“Hey, why don’t you go take your shower? I’ll hang out here and start our breakfast.”
“Sounds good. We still going shopping later?”
“We need to; I haven’t gotten anything for Mom and Dad yet. I still don’t know what to get them,” Isaac said.
“Well, we’ll figure something out,” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his waist. And we would. We already had one really big surprise for them, but they wouldn’t get that present until sometime in April.
I leaned down and gave Isaac what I intended to be a quick kiss, but when his hands started running up and down my torso, I moaned and yanked him to me before I leaned in and nibbled on his neck right behind his ear. Isaac moaned and the sound went straight to my dick, which was already starting to fill again.
“You sure we need to go shopping? I really need you, and I don’t care who is in which position at the moment. I just need your body and mine, both naked and sweaty. It’s been too long, sweetheart.”
“Well, I’d say that’s more incentive to get our shopping completed in a hurry. The faster we get things accomplished, the more time to spend naked and in bed. Or on the couch, or the island, or the shower,” Isaac said as he reached up and pinched my nipples with his fingers. I was currently tenting the front of my sleep pants, and when Isaac ran his hands down my body and grabbed my dick through the thin cotton, I had to take a step back or I’d start begging. That wasn’t something I was comfortable doing when our son was ten feet from us.
“What time did you say your parents are bringing Mack back this evening?”
“They’re not. We’re picking him up when we go over for dinner.”
That statement gave me
several ideas, and every one of them involved me and my husband completely naked.
“I have to go. If I stay any longer, I’m going to drag you into the laundry room and beg you to fuck me.”
“Mmm, that could be fun,” Isaac said as he looked over his shoulder at our son. I shook my head, turned, and fled. I needed to get away from my husband before I couldn’t.
I ascended the stairs, and once I was in our room, I dropped my sleep pants and kicked them in the general direction of the hamper. I’d leaked in them and they definitely needed to be washed.
I turned on the water, dreading the cool water when I really wanted a nice, hot shower. Preferably with my husband in there with me. The cool water had the desired effect, and my cock quickly deflated.
I wasted no time washing, and when I got out and dried off with a fluffy towel, I smelled bacon. Mmm, bacon. It had been a week since I’d last had bacon, and dammit, I had missed it. We needed more deputies, and if we didn’t get them soon, I was considering not running for reelection.
After I picked up my dirty clothes and tossed them in the hamper, I walked to the dresser and pulled out clean clothes. I was dressed and downstairs the same time Isaac was plating food.
“Wow, that was fast.”
“Cold showers will do that to a man.”
“Why did you take a cold shower?”
“I imagine the same reason you did. Wait, where’s Mack?” I asked as I looked over to the high chair and saw our son was missing.
“He’s in the living room watching Mickey Mouse.”
“Why can’t I hear the TV, then?”
“Hmm, don’t know,” Isaac said as he left the kitchen. I followed and laughed when I saw exactly why I couldn’t hear the TV. It was off. Mack had the remote in his hands and was pushing all of the buttons while pointing it at the TV.
“Dada, boke.”
“You broke it, huh? Here, let me fix it.” Isaac reached for the remote, and Mack happily crawled back up on the couch and waited. In no time, Mickey was on the screen again, and Isaac and I were at the table to enjoy our own breakfast. We both sat where we could keep an eye on our son, who had become quite inquisitive lately.
“So, shopping?” Isaac mentioned around a bite of food.
“Yep. I’m finished except for what you want to get your parents.”
“Really? You’re finished?”
“Yep.”
“Even for me?”
“Sweetheart, your gift was the first I bought.”
“That’s not fair. I still don’t know what to get you.”
“I’ve told you already.”
“You can’t be serious. You want a blowjob? That’s it?”
“What’s wrong with that? You’re quite good at them, and I haven’t complained, have I? Well, beyond the fact that we don’t seem to have enough time lately.” I glanced over at Mack before looking back at my husband.
“It’s only going to get worse. Remember what it was like when you and I first started dating?”
“Yeah? I’m not worried. I have lots of experience with babies.”
“I just worry, you know?”
“Well, don’t. I’m not worried. We’ve made it work so far; we’ll continue to do so. Look at Heath and Marie. They have four kids. Four. They obviously find time to continue having sex. Now, eat up. I want to get our shopping finished so I can spend at least a couple hours in bed with you.”
“I thought we were spending them on the couch? Or the island in the kitchen?”
“I changed my mind. I want to cuff you to the bed and have my way with you.”
I smirked at Isaac’s whimper. He shoveled in his breakfast as fast as he could, and in no time, the dishwasher was loaded and we were on our way to Cammie and Sam’s house to drop off our son. We had things to do, but more importantly, I needed to get reacquainted with my husband. That would be my reward for surviving the shops in Crooked Bend.
Isaac
What had I been thinking? I was still no closer to deciding what to get my parents for Christmas than I had been two weeks ago, a month ago, ever. I never knew what to get them. For anything. My brothers liked to joke that I was golden for life because I’d given them Mack, but I wasn’t so sure. Although, they both seemed to love him unconditionally. In fact, even when he was teething and super fussy, they still insisted on helping. Something I couldn’t quite understand. Who wants to watch a fussy baby? Other than said baby’s parents, that is.
After breakfast, we had dropped Mack and the dogs off at my parents’ cabin. Our son ran in without so much as a bye-bye for either of us. I would have felt bad if it wasn’t for the fact that I saw what he had made a beeline for. I absolutely loved the train that Dad had under the tree, and seeing our son lie on the floor in front of it saying choo-choo every time it circled back around to the front made me smile. It was good to know that he loved spending so much time with Nana and Pop, but I worried and still felt bad every time I left him with them. Mom assured us that Mack wouldn’t be a problem and that he was going to get to play with Phoebe and Chloe later on.
Jacob all but dragged me out the door, and I heard my dad laughing behind us. Yeah, he knew what was up. There was no way you couldn’t. We hadn’t had any time alone in almost two weeks. Anyone and everyone knew what we’d eventually end up doing.
Jacob and I loved supporting the local small businesses, and we’d picked up several small gifts for family and friends, but we were in our fifth store and I still didn’t know what to get my parents.
“Sweetheart, what if we don’t get them something from a store?”
I turned and looked at Jacob, wondering what he was referring to. The confusion must have been evident on my face because he smiled at me before he ran his fingers down the side of my face.
“Do you remember what we got my mother for Christmas?”
“Yeah, we got her a day trip to the spa. What of it?”
“What if we called the spa and inquired about a couples retreat? We could get your parents a full day at the hot springs as well as a couple’s massage and facials. I know they have mani and pedi services as well. I’m sure your parents would enjoy being pampered for a day.”
“Do you really think that’s something my dad would go for? I mean, sure, my mom would love it. But I don’t know about my dad.”
“Tell me something. Would you be upset spending the day soaking in hot springs and getting a massage? Or getting your feet rubbed?”
I wrapped my arms around Jacob’s waist and pulled him in closer before responding. “Personally, I would definitely enjoy getting pampered. But that’s just me. I could certainly see it being fun spending the day with you there though. Especially the hot springs part,” I said as I raised my eyebrows suggestively.
“Noted. If you feel that way, then why wouldn’t your parents enjoy a day spent together?”
I thought about what Jacob asked and realized he had a very valid point. Who wouldn’t enjoy a day spent getting spoiled? I nodded in agreement, and Jacob pulled me from the shop. I laughed when we reached the sidewalk and he tugged me along behind him, pulling me to his truck parked at the other end of the street.
“Hey, Sheriff, Isaac. Merry Christmas, you two!” someone shouted at us as we walked down Main Street in Crooked Bend. That was one of the things I loved most about our little town. The people were friendly, and for the most part, they were accepting. Another thing that I loved about Crooked Bend was the town went all out when it came to holidays. Every store, house, little shop, or building all were decorated for the season. There was an outdoor ice-skating rink that had twinkle lights strung above it, and there were groups that gathered to sing Christmas carols around the town center tree. Basically, it looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
As Jacob pulled me along Main Street, we were greeted by several people, all who wanted to stop and chat with the town’s sheriff. But I had the same urgency that I knew he was feeling, and it was my turn to pull Jaco
b away. All I really wanted to do was get to the truck so we could hurry home and get naked.
“Let me call Emme at the spa and see if and when she has an opening. I know that they keep some slots open for locals, so maybe we can get your parents in sometime right after Christmas.”
Once we had finally made it back to the truck and were enclosed inside, I watched as my husband scrolled through his phone and touched the screen before putting it up to his ear. I got half of the conversation, but I profusely nodded in agreement when Jacob looked at me and mentioned January third. Granted, it wasn’t something they could use or enjoy on Christmas Day, but I also knew that they were now postponing their trip to Texas because Aunt Fiona and Uncle Joe had decided to stay until at least February. Rhett had started crying, happy to have extra help when they brought their twins home.
Once Jacob ended the call, he set the phone down in the cupholder and looked at me with a smile. “So, now that your parents are taken care of, was there anyone else?”
“Aside from the few things we picked up, no. Well, just you,” I rasped out. My voice was thick with need, and the anticipation of what was going to happen when we finally got home was almost too much to bear.
“I know the absolute perfect gift you can give me.”
“What’s that?”
The smile on my husband’s face was one that spoke of nothing but trouble, but I didn’t care.
“You can make me a book filled with coupons full of various sexual favors. That way I can redeem them whenever I choose.”
“That doesn’t seem very fair to you.”
Jacob glanced at me before he looked back at the road. “Says who? When is getting sexual favors from your spouse ever unfair? Sweetheart, the way we’ve been going—and the fact that we’re adding a second child to our family—says we need any and all little bits of encouragement we can get. I’m working six, sometimes seven days straight and occasionally when I get home in the evening you smile at me before you fall asleep on the couch.”
