A Bryson Family Christmas: Brothers in Blue, book 4

by St. James, Jeanne

  “You will. But I need to satisfy my hunger first and then we can have breakfast before you take me to bed and remind me of why I married you in the first place.”

  He lifted an eyebrow and grabbed the root of his cock. “You only married me for this?”

  “It was the main selling point.” She pushed his hand away, grabbed it in her fist, giving it a good squeeze, and brushed her thumb across the crown.

  As she went to her knees, he warned, “Once you get down there, it’s hard getting back up. Just give a signal if you need help.”

  She tipped her face up to him. “Like the bat signal?”

  “Just a simple ‘help’ would work.”

  She pinned her lips together for a second before she dropped her head and took him fully into her mouth.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed, digging his fingers into her soaked hair.

  She’d take him deep, then, as she slid her mouth upward, she’d swirl her tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him almost whole again.

  “Baby,” he groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair, resisting the urge to thrust.

  He fought closing his eyes because he wanted to watch her. The way her head bobbed, the way her lips stretched around him, the way her fist squeezed the root, making the veins pop.

  It was beautiful.

  Mind-blowing.

  Sexy as fuck.

  He fisted her hair tighter and began to shift his hips just slightly, not wanting to full-out face fuck her.

  Okay, he did want to, but knew from experience that could get ugly and could ruin the moment. So, he started with very shallow thrusts as her tongue swirled and licked and stroked along the thick ridge.

  Jesus, if he let her keep going she was going to suck his brains right out of his cock.

  He didn’t need his brains anymore, did he?

  Hell no.

  He couldn’t remember the last time she’d blown him like this. Most of the time, they were barely lucky enough to have undisturbed sex. So, to have her take her time and do this...

  Christmas needed to come more often.

  Once a month.

  Twice a month.

  Oh fuck. She gently worked his balls as she ran her lips up the underside of his throbbing cock. She squeezed the root tighter and slid her hand up the length, milking another thick, shiny drop of precum from it.

  And fuuuuuuuuckkkkk. She lifted her eyes to his, stuck out her hot, pink tongue and licked it right off the tip like a melting ice cream cone.

  He tried to swallow but his throat was tight as she once again slid him all the way into her wet, hot mouth, sucked hard and then pulled back until just the crown was between her lips.

  She smiled.

  “Fuck, baby,” came out in a groan. He got a better grip on her hair and began to thrust as far as her fist at his root allowed him.

  But it was enough.

  Holy hell, it was more than enough.

  “’Manda,” he warned. Though, he was clenching his jaws so tightly he had to force it out.

  He didn’t know if she tried to answer him around his cock or she simply hummed, but either way, she vibrated around him as her fingers worked his balls, and...

  And...

  He slammed a hand onto the shower wall, dropped his head, shoved his hips forward one more time and came deep at the back of her throat. His cock pulsed and pulsed, expelling cum in hot jets. She did not release him, instead she accepted it all.

  Even after he had stilled, she slowly worked him in and out of her mouth, until he was empty.

  Completely fucking empty.

  He sucked in oxygen and opened his eyes just in time to watch her let him slip from her mouth. He let the cooling water rinse him off as he offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.

  “Love you, Mandy.”

  She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Love you, too. Now turn off the water before we get hypothermia. Then my husband is going to make me a big pot of coffee and an even bigger breakfast for that expert head I just gave him.”

  “I’ll make you an awesome dinner tonight, too, if I can have a repeat performance for dessert.”

  “Not being greedy at all, are we?”

  “Oh, fuck yes. I’m being so, so greedy. We both should be.”

  “Mmm.” She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. “Then let’s dry off, you make breakfast while I dry my hair and then we can get cracking on that.”

  She released him and as she stepped out of the shower, he turned it off and followed her.

  The sharp crack of his palm against her wet ass sounded like a gunshot in the bathroom. He couldn’t resist doing it when she reached for her towel. Her ass was just so tempting.

  “Hey!”

  “Buck up, buttercup. This is just the beginning.”

  “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” she warned him.

  “Oh, being feisty, are we?”

  “I had a dream you were going to spank me and our—one of those small people we won’t mention right now—interrupted me.”

  “You haven’t been in trouble lately.”

  “Oh, I need to be bad? I can arrange that. I was always good at being bad.”

  He grabbed his own towel, paused in front of her, pressed his lips to hers and murmured, “And always bad at being good, but if you want a good spanking, all you have to do is ask,” against them.

  “And you will do your duty as a good husband and discipline your wife.”

  “Damn, I like the sound of that.” Max finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist as his wife moved to the vanity and grabbed a hairdryer. “Meet you at the breakfast table.”

  “Make sure you make lots of carbs, Max. You’re going to need them,” she called out as he left the bathroom. “Along with loads of caffeine so you don’t fall asleep.”

  “Got it. Coffee and French toast coming right up.” With a grin, he took one last glance at Amanda standing in front of the mirror totally naked, drying her hair. And then he forced himself to get dressed and make them breakfast.

  * * *

  “Just so you know, when I see you later all hot and handsome in your dress uniform riding on the back of that convertible, I’m going to remember this moment and have a mini-orgasm.”

  The metal cuffs rattled. “This only rates a mini?”

  “Well, I don’t want to be too obvious when I have it. I only want you to think about me having it as you’re up there waving at the citizens that you protect and serve.”

  “That’s evil.”

  Amanda grinned as she rose up on his cock and paused at the very top. “Then you can punish me later.” She slid back down slowly, knowing it was torturing him to go at that pace.

  Max blew out a loud breath.

  Being a type-A, purely alpha male of both the cop and Marine variety, he rarely let her cuff him to the bed. And before he did, he’d checked three times to make sure a cuff key was taped behind the headboard where he could reach it.

  But since she was currently riding his cock, he had no complaints about being restrained. In fact, he had welcomed it so he could do it to her later. She was fine with him doing it to her, too, since she trusted him one hundred percent. And the man had some mad skills in bed.

  Another reason she wore his ring.

  But right now, she was in control, even though his legs weren’t bound in any manner and it wouldn’t take him long to get free if he was determined to shift that control.

  She wouldn’t complain about that, either. She loved when her husband went all caveman on her. Gripping her hair and ripping her head back, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks and then fucking her so hard, she could hardly catch her breath.

  Hell yesssss...

  Max groaned as that thought had made her clench tight while she ground herself against his lap, driving his cock deeper.

  He bent his knees and planted his feet into the m
attress, tilting her forward. Without a word between them, she knew what he wanted. Sliding her hands over his still hot-as-hell chest and up his well-defined, restrained arms pulled over his head, she leaned forward until one of her nipples was barely touching his lips. She slid the tip along the seam of his mouth, tempting him.

  He resisted for only a second before a little growl escaped him and he captured it, sucking it hard. It was like his lips pulled a sensual string connected from her nipple all the way to her pussy, and she tightened around him again as she lifted and fell.

  “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled against her flesh.

  “No talking. Keep doing... Yesss... that.” Their eyes connected as he continued to wreak havoc on her sanity. Those crystal blue eyes had caught her attention so long ago, and still made her melt as she stared into them.

  Gripping his wrists, she began to move faster and in response, his attention to her breasts turned rougher. Nipping, sucking, scraping, licking.

  God, she loved when he gave her breasts his full attention. He had control of those while she kept control of his cock, using it to work herself to a crescendo.

  “Max,” she whimpered, unable to stop her eyes from closing to just lose herself in the pleasure he was giving and she was taking.

  A sharp bite made her open her eyes. And, again, no words were needed. They knew each other that well. She locked hers with his again and continued to ride him hard and fast. His attention to her nipples became more intense and he tensed beneath her.

  He was close.

  Luckily, so was she.

  “Max,” she whimpered again, struggling to keep her eyes on his as the pressure built within her, within him. His cock got even harder as he most likely struggled to wait on her.

  But he didn’t have to wait long.

  She cried out as her pussy pulsated around his twitching cock. They managed to come at the same time and she kept riding him, but slowed the pace until she was done, he was done and the only thing left was their heavy breathing and racing hearts.

  As he released her peaked nipple, she collapsed on him with a satisfied smile, not caring his body was damp with sweat, because so was hers.

  That just gave them another excuse to share the shower before they both headed off to the Christmas Parade.

  Chapter Two

  Marc & Leah

  “Are they gone?” Leah asked as she stepped out of the bathroom for what seemed like the hundredth time.

  “Yes, I did a drop and dash. I opened the front door, shoved them in and slammed it shut behind them.”

  Leah laughed. “Father of the Year material right there.”

  “Did you want me to stay and jaw with my parents? Maybe sit down for breakfast with them, Greg, Hannah and Oliver? Breakfast smelled pretty damn good.”

  “No. You did good. Brownie points for you. But are you hinting that I can’t cook as well as your mother?”

  “Not hinting, Leah. Outright stating it.”

  She moved farther into the bedroom. “I don’t have time to cook anymore since I’m a full-time cop and mother, Marc. Neither are easy jobs.”

  “You used to be a beast in the kitchen.”

  She walked over and stood belly to belly with her taller husband. At over six months along, she was showing pretty good now. “Wouldn’t you rather me be a beast between the sheets?”

  His lips twitched. “Can’t you be both?”

  She sighed and patted his chest. “You’re awfully demanding.”

  The twitch turned into a wicked smile. “Why are you still wearing clothes? I figured I’d come home to find you naked in bed as my reward for getting rid of the boys.”

  She pointed both index fingers to her rounded belly. “Look, if you haven’t noticed, I’m carrying your kid.”

  “I noticed.”

  “I don’t move as quickly as I normally do. And, might I remind you, it wasn’t my choice to get knocked up a third time.”

  Marc smothered a laugh.

  Leah raised a brow. “I’m glad you find it funny. But you won’t be laughing if it’s not a girl this time.” Leah was crossing her fingers and toes for a girl. Boys were stinky creatures.

  “Hate to tell you, I only shoot boy sperm. Took after Pop.”

  He did not just puff out his chest at that! “There are enough boys in this family already. In fact, way too many.”

  “Can’t have enough Bryson testosterone on this Earth.”

  “I think most of us would disagree.”

  “It made me irresistible to you.”

  She pressed a finger to her lips and tilted her head. “Hmm. Did it?”

  “If I remember correctly, you would stare at me inappropriately while we were on coach-pupil training.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, this is it.” She made a scissor motion with her fingers directly in front of his face. “Snip. Snip. Just like Max.”

  “Max didn’t want to do it. He was threatened with bodily harm.”

  “And I know how to physically subdue a threat. Don’t make me use that knowledge. I’ll pin you down, borrow Amanda’s rusty butter knife and do it myself.”

  Marc winced and grabbed his balls over his sweat pants.

  Gray, she noticed. Her favorite pair, as long as he wasn’t strutting down Main Street in them.

  Men in uniform or gray sweatpants tended to catch a woman’s eye. And it didn’t matter if he wore a wedding band or had two sons and another baby on the way.

  Plus, her man was super handsome and sexy.

  Damn it, he was right. He was irresistible. Even after all these years.

  But there was no way in hell she was telling him that. He’d strut around the room and crow like a dick... err... a cock.

  “Anyway, three is plenty. We don’t have room in this house for more. Plus, if this is a boy—and it better not be—that means I’ll have four male children to deal with. My sanity might be compromised between the smell, the burps and the farts. From both the two-legged and the four-legged children.”

  Two young boys, one man-child and two Mastiffs made their house a disaster on a daily basis.

  She never should have let Marc talk her into stopping her birth control.

  Never.

  He had caught her at a weak moment.

  “Not only that, every time I go on maternity leave the department is short-handed. That’s not fair to the rest of you.”

  “Not this time with Max hiring Bridget.”

  “I don’t think your cousin likes being called that.”

  “I know she doesn’t, but it’s weird calling a woman Jet.”

  She lifted an eyebrow. “You call her what she wants to be called. Or have you forgotten the hard lesson you learned about equality. Do you need a reminder?”

  Marc lifted a hand. “Nope. I’m good.”

  “Well, with Jet coming to the department, I’m not rushing to go back this time. Whatever time Max gives me, I’m taking.”

  “I don’t like you working at all while you’re pregnant.”

  She patted her husband’s chest. “Then, good thing it’s not up to you.”

  “You’re my wife and the mother of my kids.”

  “And that doesn’t make me any less of a person. I can still make my own decisions. Since I’m six months along, your brother will soon have me sitting desk, anyway. I want to work until that happens. Sitting desk is borrrrrring.”

  “It’s safer.”

  “Manning Grove isn’t a war zone, Marc.”

  “No, but things do happen—as we both know all too well—and I just don’t want you or the baby to get hurt.”

  “We won’t.”

  He put his thumb under her chin and lifted her face to his. “I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.”

  She gave him a soft smile. “I know. And I love you for that. But I wanted to be a cop and knew what it entailed. Being a mother doesn’t make me stop being that cop.”

  He couldn’t hide his struggle from his face. He want
ed to argue, but after all these years, he knew better. It was the same argument they had when she was pregnant with Austin and Jackson. He lost those, too.

  Even though Max had been concerned with her doing patrol and taking incidents while she carried his nephews, he was smart and bit his tongue. He put being a chief before being Leah’s brother-in-law, which was why he was so damn good at his job. He was a good leader for their department and an even better brother-in-law.

  “So, the boys know not to come home, right?” she asked.

  “I put the Invisible Fence collars around their necks, so they can’t get past my parents’ front yard without a good zap.”

  Leah knew he was kidding, but played along. “Oh, that’s perfect. We have almost twenty-four hours to do what we want.”

  “No, you have almost twenty-four hours. I need to work second shift today. I’ll be working the parade and then doing patrol afterward.”

  “That’s right.” She pouted because she didn’t want to gloat at the fact she would get the house to herself for hours. Hours! That never happened. She might even roll around on the carpet naked, reveling in the fact she was alone, just like Menace and Trouble did when the dogs found deer shit out in the grass.

  “How you managed to get off that detail is beyond me.”

  She shrugged one shoulder. “Max likes me better than you.”

  “Anyway... Since our time is limited, can we have sex now?”

  “Can we fuck instead?” she asked.

  He frowned. “What’s the difference?”

  She tilted her head and gave him a knowing look. “You know the difference.”

  “We always fuck. That’s how you got knocked up three times, remember?”

  She rolled her eyes. “No, whenever we get the opportunity, we have sex. Right now, the house is empty and I want to fuck like we used to.” She sighed. “What happened to us, Marc? We used to be wild and crazy in bed.”

  “Kids happened,” he said simply with a shrug.

  “Yes, kids happened. They changed everything.”

  “Not everything.” He tipped his head down and his light blue eyes were serious. “I still love you. Do you still love me?”