by Lucian Bane
“With me attached to your waist.”
Steve burst out laughing. “Humping fashion.” He banged the steering wheel, rocking in laughter now. “Then they’d find all the toys…” he barely managed, “and the town’s pristine reputation…” he couldn’t finish.
“Would be so fucked,” Lucian finished, laughing while Steve nodded.
It was one thirty in the morning when Steve and Lucian hauled all fifty-six presents into the house. That covered the ones that could be wrapped and opened near the huge Christmas tree Lucian bought. He’d never had more fun decorating a tree. They used all of the family decorations along with new ones. Seeing Tara’s signature all over each childhood gem had given Lucian the idea for her Christmas present. She loved making memories in life, loved recording them in some way or another.
“Wow,” Steve whispered, when they got the last present perfectly under the tree by the light of their phones. “Should we turn on the tree?”
“Yes,” Lucian hurried to do it. “Oh, the stuff for the stockings.”
“Got it.” He turned and dug loudly in one of the bags and Lucian shhh’d him. “Sorry, sorry.” He brought the bag to the stockings. “Easier this way.”
“You remember what goes in which?”
Steve recited it back perfectly, amazing Lucian. “You’re the fucking man, dude. While you stuff the stockings, I’ll get the kitchen action going.”
“I’ll be right in.”
“Good because I gotta get that food from the new fridge in the barn and I may need you to tie a rope to me.”
“Lordie,” Steve said, focusing on his job.
In the kitchen, Lucian began stealthily getting all his ammunition out to bust ass on a Christmas dinner unlike any they’d ever had. Or he’d ever cooked. But Steve and he had planned the shit out of that too.
“Stockings are stuffed,” Steve came in whispering, and tiptoeing.
“Okay, you ready to help me get the food?”
“Dad!”
They spun around at the sound of Steve’s son. “James! What are you doing up?” Steve hissed.
Alarm lit the twelve-year-olds face as he gushed his whisper, “Mom was snoring so loud it woke me up and then I came to get a drink and saw it!”
Steve slapped his leg and jerked sideways in disappointment.
But Lucian couldn’t keep from grinning in excitement. So the boy had found out a little early. Lucian wasn’t going to let that ruin anything. “What did you see?”
“Santa came! The tree is full of presents!”
Steve groaned. “I’m sorry Lucian,” he muttered before whispering, “You should be sleeping, son!”
“No, no,” Lucian whispered back hurrying to the twelve-year-old and looking behind him. “Are you alone?”
“Yes, why?”
“Good.” Lucian pulled him into the kitchen. “You can help us.”
“With what?” he looked around.
“We’re making a huge surprise for the ladies. “We were about to wake you up, we’ll need all the men for this.”
“I can help,” he assured, nodding.
“Oh we know you can,” Lucian said. “Do you have James’ list dad?”
Steve’s eyes widened. “Uhh, yes. He has the job of setting the table and folding the napkins.”
“I’m a good folder, I help mom with laundry.”
“Your dad told me,” Lucian said excited. “Why do you think we gave you that job? But we have to make it perfect.”
“I’ll try my best, I will.” He nodded at Lucian and Steve.
“Perfect,” Lucian said.
“How did all those presents get here?”
“Ah,” Lucian said. “Well, Santa’s helpers brought them. Santa called and said he was so busy this year and he was looking for some extra help.”
James grinned. “Are you and Dad Santa’s helpers?”
“You better believe it,” Steve said. “And you! But we have to be very quiet, this is top secret undercover work.”
James went to nodding with a grin. Whether he bought their story or not was irrelevant. The joy on his face was all that mattered. Score.
The three of them slaved their little elf asses off until five in the morning getting every dish and dessert ready, along with getting the table set.
“Okay, I think we can light the candles now,” Lucian said to Steve.
“What time are we waking everybody up?” James whispered.
“Seven o’clock sharp,” Lucian said, turning to Steve. “You and James get the candles and the fireplace going. I’ll get the hot chocolate and cookies out. Then we’ll turn on the camcorder tripod and get ready for show time.”
“Where will we hide?” James asked.
Hide? Hmm. “Should we hide?” he looked at Steve who looked at James.
“We could hide behind the couch and jump up and say Merry Christmas!” James said.
His eager bright smile gave them the answer. “Sounds perfect,” Lucian said with Steve agreeing.
Once everything was in place, they all sat behind the couch. It was only 6:30 and Lucian glanced over at Steve who appeared to be sleeping sitting up. “I should shower,” Lucian whispered. “I smell like Santa’s reindeer’s...” he remembered James’ and tailored his tongue, “…dirty butts.”
James giggled then whispered, “Thank you Uncle Lucian.”
Lucian looked down at the boy sitting between them. “And thank you. I don’t know how in the world we would have done this without you.”
“Absolutely,” Steve said, patting the boy’s leg. Lucian really appreciated how kind and patient he was with the boy. Just like he was with Susan.
“I’ll go quietly shower downstairs and then we’ll ring the bell. That work?”
Steve whispered. “If you don’t mind, I’ll shower right after.”
“Oh. How about I’ll shower upstairs, you shower down then.”
“You sure?”
Lucian nodded and made his way up from the floor. “James, you stand guard on the couch. If anybody gets up, pretend like you’re sleeping and you don’t know a thing!”
He smiled and nodded. “Got it.”
It took Lucian five minutes to navigate the loud ass stairs, minimizing the screaming creaks to angry groans. Finally he made it into the bathroom, realizing he was stuck with nothing to wear. He’d thought everything through but this. Mercy. Putting those nasty clothes back on was out of the question. Maybe he could find something in Gramps stash next to the kitchen. He hated to say it but it was more like a shrine. They kept all his things carefully and neatly in there. But Gramma said she wished Lucian’d get some usin’ out of his things. And Lucian had easily read between the lines to understand it’d make her happy if he did. He wasn’t into wearing dead people’s clothes but for them he would.
Lucian lit the old heater in the bathroom using the matches in the holder next to the light switch. Fucking. Freezing. He turned on the hot water and let it warm up then climbed in. Wow, what an event. He stood under the stream, completely exhausted but relieved. He’d managed all of it. Between him and Steve. And James even—which turned out to be a pleasant surprise.
By the time the hot water ran warm, Lucian felt much better. He was seriously worried about falling asleep if he sat in any one spot for five minutes. He shut the water off and opened the curtain.
“Mr. Bane.”
Lucian froze at finding Tara, sitting on the toilet. Confusion hit him at seeing several things. Her wearing a robe with red heels on and…. he glanced at the bathroom sink and his cock hardened… a red flogger and ass plug. Hell! “Baby,” he said, grabbing the towel hanging on the rack and wrapping his waist as he climbed out.
“I’ve been downstairs.”
Lucian stared at her and slowly closed his eyes. “Fuuuuck.”
“I have a few surprises for you too.” She stood and opened her robe and his heart and cock jerked at her outfit.
“Wow,” he whispered at the delicious
scraps of red lace barely covering her. “So you… liked my surprise?” He swallowed, his eyes locked on the hard nipples that clearly missed his lips.
“Mr. Bane,” she whispered. “You’ve been so very naughty.” She shrugged out of the robe and let it fall to the floor, her tone making fire race through his blood. He knew what that tone meant. It meant she was about to drive him fucking crazy with pleasure.
“Baby,” he breathed.
“Face the door Mr. Bane.”
Not wasting a second to obey, he turned. He fucking loved when she did this kind of stuff. Merry fucking Christmas to him.
“I’ve been fantasizing Mr. Bane,” she said. “About doing you in this bathroom. Palms on the door. Legs apart. And do find something to hold on tight to.” She knelt before him and looked up into his eyes. “I’m going to suck your cock until you’re burning and then I’m going to fuck your sexy ass so very good until you’re coming right in my mouth.”
He answered her with several groans. “Do it,” he rasped finally.
She took his cock in her hands and with a slow tenderness, made out with just the head, French-kissing the slit with her tongue, sending arcs of heat shooting into his balls and ass. She placed one hand on his stomach and the other around the base in a firm grip that filled him with the urge to fuck her so very hard. Lucian held on to the corners of the doorjamb as she made sexy noises all over him, her nails raking over his muscles until they quivered.
She angled her head and slid her open mouth down along his cock. That hand on his stomach moved between his legs, then glided up between his ass cheeks, fingers stroking with promise. Her hot mouth sucked softly at his balls while that finger petted against the eager entrance, teasing. “Tara,” he croaked.
She moaned in answer and Lucian opened his legs wider, accommodating her exact position between them. He clenched his eyes as she spread his ass cheeks with both hands and her hot tongue pressed on the entrance, pushing inside him. “Fuck!” he gasped. She spanked his ass hard and Lucian grunted in response, feeling her tongue push further in. Fuck, fuck.
His groans were nearing constant now. “Fucking do it,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
She spanked him hard again and moved back to the front. He only knew she’d gotten her toy when his cock was deep in her mouth and he felt the tip pressing at his ass with an urgency.
Lucian’s head fell back and he couldn’t resist grabbing hold of her head and pumping his cock into her mouth. The position forced his ass tight around the toy, making him fucking dizzy. “Fuck, fuck,” he strained, pumping. “Tara,” he looked down at her. “Fuck me.” He hoped she’d heed the order because he was two seconds from taking control and making her pay for being the perfect angelic tease.
Then he realized he needed just that, more than he needed the other. “Stand up!” he growled. “I need to fuck you so bad. Against this wall. Where I can look into your eyes. Please.”
She seemed to know it wasn’t a game but a desperate need. She stood before him, back against the door, licking her lips. He took the toy from her and tossed it in the sink, not taking his eyes from hers.
“On my waist,” he ordered.
She stepped close and put her arms around his neck and Lucian dove on her mouth with a hungry kiss while helping her up. “Don’t you need to take that off?” he managed between their moans and gasps.
“It’s made to stay on.”
“Fuck yes!” The harsh words shot out as he fought to get inside her. He slid in deep and stifled a groan at having her heat envelope him along with her sharp cry of pleasure. The surging orgasm that had raged forward receded finally, and he put her upper back against the wall. “Yes,” he said, staring down at where her pussy met his groin. He slowly raised his gaze along her body, his wife. All his. He fought to get control of the reckless urge to tear into her. He stroked his fingers over her lips and down her neck before leaning in and kissing her softly.
“I fucking love you,” he whispered with his kisses.
She answered with her muscular thighs gripping his waist, raising up and falling back onto his cock. Lucian caught her sharp cry with a hunger.
“Do that again. Fuck me,” he rasped, turning so that his back was against the door. He angled his body a little, letting gravity help. Holding her ass, he stared at her, sliding his finger along her tight exit while she moved on his cock with perfection.
She held his neck with one hand and began rubbing her clit with the other, moving faster on him.
As she hopped on him, her hot pussy squeezed his cock and that tight ass moved along his finger. Her cries were there, desperate. Lucian watched her. So fucking beautiful making love to him. She sped up and he helped her, bucking his hips, making those gorgeous tits dance now. “Fucking come on me baby,” he barely got out as the heat flooded his balls. “Fucking come!” he ordered, his orgasm taking him. He clenched his eyes tight, bucking wildly as she stifled her screams and came with him. Jesus Christ did he ever come.
He finally pulled her close to his body, holding on to her, wrapping his arms tight around her. The feel of her soft breasts pressing into his chest was nothing but fucking heaven. He stroked along her back and spine, feeling her, feeling what was his. All his. His sweet wife.
“Merry Christmas.” Her breathless words warmed his ear and he squeezed her hard enough to make her squeal and laugh.
“Our first Christmas baby,” he gasped in her ear. “I fucking love you.”
Chapter Three
Tara couldn’t stop smiling as Lucian handed out presents. She couldn’t stop crying either. She watched him the entire time, not wanting to take her eyes off of him. She didn’t want to miss one second of him being in her life on this day. God, how Grampa would have loved him.
“Now what on earth would this be for?” Gramma held up some keys from her spot on the couch, surrounded in shredded wrapping paper. Her huge eyes shifted between them and Tara gestured to Lucian, the man behind all the music.
“Well, if you must know,” Lucian said, pulling a curious Gramma up from the couch with a grin. He tossed his head for Tara to follow and it would be the hundredth time that morning she needed to drag him off and just fuck the hell out of that gorgeous man. Truth be told, she wanted him probably more than he wanted her. Every single time he looked her way, her body craved him. Even after just making love, she wanted him again. And with all the grief she gave him about how much sex he wanted, she didn’t dare tell. It was just she really didn’t want to drain him dry. She felt like the well was deep but not bottomless and she never wanted to deplete it, not even come close.
“What on earth?” Gramma whispered, staring out the kitchen window in her fluffy snow white robe, her hair matching. “What is that contraption?”
“It’s your new ride. It’s called a golf-cart and you can use it to drive all over the farm.”
“Drive?” she gasped with her frail voice, looking at him then Tara, her eyes larger than ever and mouth an oval of joy. She spun to Lucian and bear hugged him, squealing and jumping up and down like a young girl. Tara covered her mouth as a sob came, wiping tears again. She was a mess. And it was far from over. Lucian was about to give her his first Christmas gift and she’d give hers.
Finally they made it back to the living room and everybody buzzed with a warm joy and happy chatter and laughter. Lucian approached her with a smile, holding something behind his back. Dear God, how sweet. Of course she cried.
He sat down and handed it to her. “Baby, you’re crying non-stop!” he laughed, like he found it more sweet than not.
She nodded, sobbing. “I know. I’m just so happy.”
“Open this, I’ve been dying to give it to you.”
She wiped her eyes on her sleeves and ripped it open. She was surprised to find a type of album under the shoebox lid. Black looking leather and thick. When she lifted it out of the box, she spied tons of items beneath it. For scrap booking?
She opened the cover and put her hand over he
r mouth. Once Upon A Time, A Man and a Woman entered a crazy contest called Dom Wars.
She let out a sob as she touched all the little silly items representing those times. Tiny cartoon cut outs of a man and a woman standing in a line. He’d created little scenes to capture the highlights. Her dropping her tin can of pennies. Him helping her pick them up. Tara let out another sob at reading the thought balloon over the man’s head. I’m going to marry this woman.
“The rest is empty,” he said, taking the book and box from her and leaning in to kiss her. “I want to finish it together. Would you like that?”
She wailed and nodded, stroking his face. “I love you,” she whispered. She finally reached behind her and presented her first Christmas present to him. It was only one and she was terrified he might not be happy with it.
“For me?” he said, acting surprised and making her laugh.
She nodded. “Yep. Just for you,” she wailed.
“Hmmm.” He shook the box at his ear and Tara held her hands over her face, only leaving her eyes uncovered as he opened the gift extra slow. “A pink box? I like this.” He angled that sweet smile at her and Tara fought the uncontrollable sobs coming. He finally lifted the lid and stared, his face slowly going sober. He looked at her, confusion clouding his blue eyes, fear even. Tara could only nod.
“What?” he asked, gazing down. “What the fuck, what? Oh my God,” he whispered, looking at her again, realizing. “Oh my God, are you kidding? Are you fucking kidding me?”
She shook her head and he gasped and lunged for her, pulling her into his embrace. “I’m going to be a dad?” The words gushed with raw emotion that brought Tara’s flood of tears.
“Merry Christmas,” she managed as he held her so very tight.
****
Lucian drummed his fingers slowly on the kitchen table, staring at his wife who stared back at him. It was a silent communion that he loved doing with her. Two months pregnant. Two months. With his child. Lucian wanted to vomit from the shock and thrill and impossibility. But the doctor said whatever was wrong with her before, wasn’t wrong anymore. Simple as that. Lucian had questioned Tara, asking what the first doctor had originally said about her having kids. Her answer? ‘He said I’d likely never have kids.’ Likely! That was far from a not able in his mind. But in her mind, she’d taken the worse possible meaning and really, given her luck, he understood that. A Christmas miracle Gramma had called it while she cried with Tara. Fuck they’d all cried. Christmas, Thanksgiving, it didn’t matter, it was the miracle part that had Lucian bubbly. And July 28 was the day that miracle was due to arrive in their life.
