A Bryson Family Christmas: Brothers in Blue, book 4

by St. James, Jeanne

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” she muttered.

  He sighed and reclined onto his side, facing Amanda and propping his head in his hand. “Listen, Levi coming into the family has made my paternal instincts kick in again.”

  “Paternal instincts to do what? Change shitty diapers? Clean up projectile vomiting? What? What part do you miss?”

  “Well, the puking part we still deal with.” Max swallowed down the saliva forming in his mouth. Sometimes he gagged just remembering about the god-awful messes their kids had made.

  Amanda was also turning slightly green. “Okay, we need to stop talking about puke.”

  “Agreed. That’s not what this was supposed to be about.”

  “What was?”

  “Shipping them all off and getting some alone time with my wife.”

  “Mmm. That sounds better than babies. How long are they gone, again?”

  “We won’t see them again until they’re opening presents under the tree at my parents’.”

  “What?”

  Max’s grin widened. “Yes... That’s their Christmas present to us. A whole day and a whole night alone.”

  “Oh. My. God. Just the word alone makes me want to orgasm.” Her hand slipped beneath the sheet.

  “I already did,” he said, wiggling his brows.

  “Ohhh.” Her brow furrowed. “Wait. The parade later…”

  “Yeah, well, I’ll be in it and you can hide from them. I’m sure we can find you some costume to wear so they don’t recognize you.”

  Amanda laughed. “You know I’m using that for future blackmail.”

  “I’ll deny it.” He slipped his hand under the covers and ran it down her arm until he found where hers was. It was exactly where he thought. “But you can’t deny me,” he whispered.

  “Well, I can. But before I trade you in on a new model myself, I’d like a ride in the old one.”

  “You may have to grease the rusty parts first.”

  Her lips twitched. “Same here.”

  For fuck’s sake, he loved his wife. When he first encountered her by giving her a citation in the municipal parking lot, he never, ever thought over a decade later, they’d have two kids and a dog. She had been a spoiled rich brat—even she’d admit it—whose life had been turned upside down when she got guardianship of her special needs adult brother.

  Worse, she had frustrated the hell out of him. But as she matured right before his eyes, he fell deeply in love with her and realized he couldn’t live without her. Even though she pushed every one of his damn buttons. On purpose.

  But now, she was a great mother, a successful small business owner and the perfect partner for him. Nobody could put up with his hardheadedness of being a cop and a retired Marine quite like her. Thank fuck she could.

  He had been teasing when he said he wanted a third kid, but when he thought about it, Amanda being pregnant with his babies had been the most beautiful thing in the world.

  Now those babies were no longer babies and were quickly developing into clones of their stubborn parents. At least they got it honestly.

  Even so, life was good, and he was a lucky son of a bitch.

  He was also about to get lucky with the woman who was pushing his hand between her legs. As if he needed encouragement. His finger slipped between her folds, finding her already wet.

  He smiled.

  “Do you want me to shower first?”

  “Do you need to?” He hadn’t yet. He’d been too busy getting the kids and Greg packed up and ready to head to his parents’.

  “Well, you know… It’s been a while since you’ve used your mouth and I just want to make sure you didn’t forget your technique.”

  “It hasn’t been that long,” he scoffed.

  She lifted a perfectly plucked brow. It should be perfectly plucked. She practically lived in one of the chairs at Manes on Main. Teddy probably put a bronze name plaque on one just for her.

  “When was the last time?” she quizzed him.

  He pursed his lips.

  “Exactly,” she said on a Hannah huff.

  “Welllllll… We could do it in the shower, come back to the bed to do it again, and then do it in the shower a third time before the parade.”

  “And after the parade?”

  “After the parade we are doing it on every surface on and in this fucking house.”

  She laughed and patted his cheek. “Look at you. Such confidence you can do it that many times in twenty-four hours. Such lofty aspirations.”

  “You’ll be asleep after number two.”

  “I will not,” she insisted.

  “Then you’ll have to forego any wine so you can make it to number three before you start snoring.”

  “Oh no. Sex pairs perfectly with a nice red.”

  He smiled. “Yes. A nice red, freshly spanked ass.” He licked the tip of an invisible pencil. “I’ll be putting that on the agenda.”

  “Oh my God. Are we now those fuddy-duddy type people who have to make an agenda for sex? Did we turn into them? Whatever happened to spontaneity?”

  “Well. Greg happened. Then Hannah. And finally, Oliver,” he reminded her.

  “Mmm.”

  He leaned close and whispered, “But none of them are here. So, why are we wasting time?”

  “Good point.” She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss. “So, shower?”

  “Remember the first time we were in that shower together?”

  She pressed a fingertip to her lips. “You mean the night you purposely didn’t tell me I was eating Bambi’s dad?”

  “That’s the one,” he answered. “We could recreate that. Minus the dinner.”

  “As long as we don’t recreate the next morning. I was pretty pissed at you.”

  “Uh. You were a lot more than ‘pretty pissed.’ I had to grovel on my belly through hot coals and broken glass to get you back.” That was a miserable time in his life. He’d been a stubborn idiot and almost lost her.

  “You deserved it.”

  “I won’t argue that. I was avoiding commitment and look at us now.”

  She laughed. “Yes, look at us now. Two old fuddy-duddies who have to have a long conversation before we have sex.”

  “Fine. We’re not going to talk about it first, we’re just going to do it. Let’s make a pact that we’re just going to spontaneously fuck whenever and wherever we want until tomorrow morning.”

  “Except for on the parade route this afternoon. We might get arrested by your own officers for indecent exposure, lewd acts, and corruption of minors.”

  “Okay, let’s agree. We’ll keep the indecent exposure and lewd acts under our roof.”

  “We haven’t done it in your new truck yet, either,” she reminded him.

  He licked his invisible pencil again. “Okay, I’ll amend that to include the driveway.”

  “And here we are talking about it again instead of doing it. We’ve already broken our pact.”

  “We start now. Deal?”

  Amanda nodded. “Deal.”

  He grinned and took her mouth. He was done talking. Now was the time for action.

  He sank the finger he’d been using to lightly strum her clit deep inside her. Her back arched and she sighed into his mouth.

  Fuck, the sex with her had always been blazing hot. Even after all these years, it still was.

  After seeing her in her tight, low cut jeans, high-heeled boots, and baby doll tee, striding across that parking lot with an attitude, he never looked at another woman again.

  Not even in his dreams.

  His wife was his fantasy come true. He could only hope he was hers.

  He could only hope he could make her happy until her last breath.

  He broke the kiss. “Baby…”

  She pressed a finger to his mouth. “You know what I want you to do with that. And it’s not talking.”

  He slipped his finger from her and rolled off the bed, heading toward the master bathroom.
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  “You’re not going to caveman carry me?” she called out. He could hear the pout in her voice.

  He paused and glanced back over his shoulder. “If I pull something in my back, that’ll fuck up our plans. You want to risk it?”

  Even though she muttered it under her breath, he still heard it. “See? I need that new and improved model.”

  “Yeah, but you love me,” he insisted.

  “I do love your ass. It’s still perfect.”

  “Come and get it.” He smacked his bare ass cheek and went into the bathroom to start the shower.

  * * *

  “I don’t remember the shower being this small,” his naked wife said as she climbed in, accidentally elbowing him in the gut.

  “You shower in it every day. Okay, maybe not every day. Some days you take shower strikes.” Max wrinkled up his nose.

  “Very funny. I just mean with the two of us in it. Maybe we were more flexible back then.”

  “It wasn’t that long ago, Mandy.” He shuffled backward so she could get under the spray.

  She sighed as the hot water hit her. “There’s BC and AC. That first time was back in BC.”

  “Huh?”

  She turned and backed her ass right into his cock. He was pretty sure it was by accident, but his cock didn’t care.

  “Before children and after children,” she explained. “Your life is never the same in the AC years.”

  “If you want, we can put them up for adoption,” he suggested.

  She glanced over her shoulder, her auburn hair turning a dark brown as it got wet. “Oooh. Do you think anyone would notice?”

  “The kids might.” He shrugged. “I’m sure they’d get over it after a while. But then we’d lose our tax deduction.”

  “Damn,” she whispered. “Now we have to keep them.”

  “Yeah, I think we’re stuck with them.”

  She grabbed the body wash and just let it drop, landing right on the tip of his big toe.

  “Hey! What did you do that for?”

  She shrugged. “Well, I thought we were recreating that first time in this shower. Remember I dropped the soap? But at the time it was a bar of Dial, not a container of liquid gold you like from Bath and Bodyworks. You’re much more sophisticated now.”

  “If you remember, the soap didn’t land on my foot since I was standing outside the shower when you did that. Even so, we could have pretended instead of you maiming me. I also had clothes on and, being impatient for all of my sexy, irresistible manliness, you dragged me into the shower to ravish me.”

  “I did not.”

  “You did, too! You couldn’t wait to get a piece of all this.” He waved his hand over his wet body. For forty-four, he was in pretty damn good shape, if he said so himself.

  And he still got plenty of compliments when he was in uniform. Yeah, maybe they all came from his mother, but who cared? Those counted, right?

  “Actually, if I remember correctly, I was out running and you were stalking me, then you kidnapped me and brought me to your lair to ravish me.”

  “Can we just stick to our no-talking pact and get to the ravishing part?” he asked impatiently.

  She ran a hand through her long, wet hair that stuck to her shoulders and back. Two kids and almost twelve years later, she was still as hot as when he’d brought her to his home for the first time.

  Marriage and motherhood hadn’t dimmed his desire for her. Their issue with having intimate moments was simply finding the time and privacy.

  But they were guaranteed the next twenty-four hours and the clock was ticking.

  Better yet, his cock was on board with the agenda.

  He pushed her wet strands off one shoulder and drew his mouth over her damp skin, licking away some of the beading water until he got to her neck.

  “Just so you know, you’ve ruined me for all other women,” he murmured against her warm skin.

  “That was my evil plan.”

  “You damn well succeeded.” He nibbled up her neck, causing her to shiver, even under the hot spray.

  She reached back and dug her fingers into his hair, letting out a little moan. That little noise made his cock flex against her ass.

  Oh yeah, they had twenty-four hours, he might take her there, too. He’d have to remember to check to make sure they had lube. If not, there had to be something in the kitchen that would work.

  “Hello?”

  He mmm’d against her neck.

  “You stopped nibbling. In your advanced age, did you lose track of what you were doing?”

  “I didn’t. I got distracted by thinking of all the wicked ways I can fuck my wife.”

  “Oooh. Last time I checked, I was your wife. I can’t wait to experience all that wickedness. Will you remember your ideas?”

  “Pretty sure I will. Have a feeling, afterward, you will, too.”

  She turned around almost knocking him backward, but he caught his balance. Barely.

  Her hazel eyes were narrowed on him. “I don’t like that grin.”

  He dropped his head until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers. “You forgot to pick up the soap.”

  “Mmm hmm. I know that trick.”

  His grin grew wider and he closed the gap between them, taking her mouth and exploring the recesses with his tongue. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and deepened the kiss with a moan that rose from within her.

  Her beaded nipples brushed against his chest, teasing him. He cupped her breasts which were now bigger than when he first met her, and thumbed both nipples, drawing another moan from her.

  He caught both between his fingers and slowly twisted them until she gasped into his mouth. He continued to twist until he knew it was to the point of painful and she finally broke the kiss, panting.

  “Max,” she whispered, her eyes hooded and full of heat.

  Fuck yes, she was his.

  At first, he had stubbornly denied it for months, until the thought of losing her drove him crazy. Then he realized he couldn’t live without her.

  And, fuck him, he couldn’t.

  They were done talking.

  He backed her up against the shower wall and went down on his knees.

  It wasn’t to pick up the body wash.

  Holy hell, he didn’t remember his knees hurting the last time they did this. He pushed past the discomfort. “Hold on, baby.”

  Amanda grabbed his shoulders and he lifted her leg up over the arm he had braced against the tile, opening her thighs. With the other hand, he spread her pussy open.

  Fuck yes, that glistening pink center was making his mouth water.

  He licked and sucked the outer edges, his tongue sliding between them, tasting her. He tipped his eyes upward to see her head back against the wall, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as the water beaded on her skin.

  He wanted that smile gone, her shouting his name and the result of her orgasm on his lips. He sucked harder on her clit until she jerked against him and a low, long, “Ohhhh,” came from between lips that were no longer curled upward but parted, instead.

  That was more like it.

  With a tilt of her hips, she gave him better access to stroke her slick slit with one finger while scraping his teeth lightly over her hard, sensitive nub.

  “Max,” she breathed.

  Fuck yes.

  His cock was hard and throbbing and his balls tight with knowing she was getting wetter and soon he would get the chance to lose himself within her slick heat.

  He slipped two fingers inside her and curved them, finding the spot that drove her wild, her hips following each deliberate stroke.

  He knew how to get his wife tuned up. Knew what she liked, what she loved, what she wanted and needed. He was only happy to give it to her, because she gave him all of the same.

  He kept strumming as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and felt her clench around him. Her breathing had become ragged, her nails now dug sharply into the flesh at his
shoulders, but he didn’t let up.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Max... Keep... Keep... Don’t stop.”

  He had no plans on stopping, not until she came, not until she was good and primed for his cock so he could take her directly to orgasm number two.

  He didn’t think he could wait to get to the bed to slide inside her. No, he would take her in the shower before the water got too cold and then take her again in the bed.

  For the next twenty-four hours, they’d make the most out of the gift they were given. Max might have to send his parents on a cruise as a thank you. He was pretty sure his brother, Marc, would pitch in since they were kid-free, too. Sort of. They couldn’t pass off one of them to the grandparents. But then, the child not being born yet was a good reason for it.

  However, that wasn’t his concern. His focus was solely to get Amanda to hurry up and come so he could get them both there for her second time.

  He reached up and tweaked a nipple as he sucked her clit more roughly, occasionally scraping it with his teeth as he drove his fingers home over and over.

  Then she was there. Her back arched, her fingernails practically tore his skin and she cried out so loudly, the acoustics in the shower made it deafening.

  But he didn’t give a shit. She could make him bleed, give him hearing loss, smother him to death between her thighs, it was all worth it.

  All of it.

  And when she was done, when the last ripple ebbed away, she drooped against the wall, dropped her head and stared down at him as he smiled up at her.

  She smiled back and asked the same question she asked all those years ago. And it was just as breathless. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

  “Better than I remember.”

  “What did we do next?”

  “We ate.”

  “You just did, but I could eat.” Her voice was soft and suggestive, and it made his balls tighten even more. Precum was escaping from his cock as fast as it was being washed away by the water.

  He could not wait a whole meal to be inside his wife.

  He stood. Slowly. His knees cracking as he did so. As soon as he could smooth away the wince, he asked, “What are you hungry for?”

  “You,” she said simply with a lazy smile.

  He ran his thumb over her wet bottom lip. “I want to fuck you.”