A Bryson Family Christmas: Brothers in Blue, book 4

by St. James, Jeanne

  Until it wasn’t.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and jerked as if someone had shocked him. “Uh... I know that’s not your tongue licking my balls right now.”

  They both glanced at the end of the bed to see Trouble, their one-year-old female Mastiff, with her two big front paws on the bed and looking quite pleased with herself.

  “What the fuck!” Marc shouted and scrambled away from her and off the bed. “Gross.”

  Leah smothered her snort as she dropped her head back to the pillow. “Sooo, is now an appropriate time to remind you that besides baby number three, it was you who also wanted beast number two? That’s what you get.”

  “Trouble, get out!” He pointed to the door. The Mastiff took her time lumbering in that direction, so he grabbed her collar and pulled her along faster. As soon as he pushed her out of the room, he slammed the door shut and turned. “Menace is old. Having Trouble will ease the pain when he... goes.”

  “For you or the boys?”

  “For all of us. I know they sleep in bed with you when I’m doing a late shift. I find dog hairs in the sheets. Not to mention slobber on my pillows.”

  “You’ve got an active imagination, you know that? That doesn’t happen. That’s your slobber.”

  “Now who’s lying? I’m going to check the tub since I’m up.” He disappeared into the bathroom and was back in a flash, his bobbing erection looking a bit painful. “We have time.”

  “From the way you look, you won’t need much time.”

  He grinned. “No, I won’t. And I want no complaints since you just came twice.”

  She lifted both hands in surrender, the solid gold band on her left ring finger catching her attention briefly. “Fine. No complaints. For now.”

  He climbed back on the bed, considering it and her for a few seconds. Then his grin widened. “How does my little sadist want me?”

  “Flat on your back. In a starfish. I’m not tying you up but I want you to pretend you are. That means, unless I instruct you to move, don’t.”

  She moved out of the way, and let him spread out as requested, not a complaint to be heard. He stretched his long arms and legs until his hands and feet were almost touching each corner of the king-sized bed. His erection was lying on his hip, a thick string of precum connecting the tip to the ridge of muscle there.

  When she leaned over and quickly licked it away, he jerked. She lifted her head. “Don’t move.”

  “That was involuntary.”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  She reached under the pillows and pulled out the chain first. His eyes focused on that and a flush rose up from his chest onto his throat, where she could see his pulse begin to pound.

  Oh yes. It had been a long time since they’d used it and his reaction showed her that they needed to use it more often, just like the gel.

  He said nothing, but his body went electric as she hooked the clamps to the small gold rings. The chain was long enough she could use them as reins.

  She awkwardly straddled his waist, the head of his cock pressing against one of her ass cheeks, the slippery beads of fluid from the crown smearing against her skin.

  This time when she reached under the pillow, she pulled out the feather. She twirled it within her fingers right in front of his face. His eyes went wide for only a split moment, then narrowed. But still, he said nothing.

  He liked it rough. She liked it rough.

  A feather was not rough. It was torture.

  She brushed the feather over her closed lips, her chin, her neck, her chest and circled each nipple. After making sure her nipples were nice and peaked again, she continued over her rounded belly, past her pussy until she reached him.

  His stomach lurched slightly when she lightly touched him.

  “Don’t move,” she reminded firmly.

  “Pull the chain.” He wasn’t asking...

  “When I’m ready.”

  “Leah...”

  She touched the feather to his lips. “Hush.”

  He hushed.

  She started where she straddled him and slid the long, soft feather up over his six-pack—yes, he still had one at forty-one, just not as distinct as when she first met him—and she took her time, teasing his pierced and chained nipples lightly with the very tip.

  “Leah,” he groaned, his muscles tightening. A sign he was struggling to obey her orders of not moving.

  “Hmm?”

  She didn’t expect an answer and didn’t get one because he knew better than to complain. Complaining only extended the torture. The torture in this moment, being the soft touch of a feather.

  She swept it down both sides of his face, along his nose, over his lips again, which were now parted as he panted slightly.

  The precum was leaking steadily against the skin of her ass, where his cock was pressed. He also kept flexing it against her, giving her an indication of just how hard he was.

  Which meant he was ready to explode.

  “Stay there,” she whispered, with a last brush of the ostrich feather over his chest, nipples and stomach. Then she carefully climbed off of him and the bed, and headed into the bathroom to check the tub.

  “Leah!” he shouted.

  She smiled as she turned off the water since it was over the level it needed to be for two people. Water would be spilled but it would be worth it.

  Now they needed to hurry up before it turned cold.

  But she didn’t hurry, she took her time. Before she stepped out of the bathroom she said, “You better not have moved. I have a photographic memory.”

  “I would know if you did!” he shouted, sounding very frustrated.

  “I just never told you because I was waiting for the right moment.” She stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the bed. “And now it is...” She gasped dramatically. “You moved!”

  “No, I didn’t!”

  “No nipple play for you,” she scolded as she went back to the bed.

  “Leah,” he groaned.

  She climbed back over him, staying on her knees so her wet pussy didn’t touch his skin. She scooched back just enough to hover over his cock, then lowered herself to slide her slick folds along his length.

  “Fuck... Leah... please...”

  His face was flush, his eyes dark and unfocused, his body slightly trembling.

  “Well, since you said ‘please’...” She picked the chain off his chest and held it within her fingers, but not pulling, which was what he wanted. She scraped her fingernail over the tips of both nipples, pulling a groan from him. Lifting her hips again, she reached down to grab his pulsing cock, and adjusted herself until the slick head of it was tucked right between her folds. She slid the crown back and forth a couple times, his eyes fluttering closed and his jaw getting tight.

  In one combined motion, she yanked hard on the chain at the same time she sank down. His back arched away from the bed, but he managed to keep his legs and arms in the starfish pose, where she told him to keep them.

  She was impressed he could do it.

  She continued to pull on the chain, the gold hoops stretching his nipples to the point they couldn’t stretch anymore. He groaned again, even louder, his head rolling back and his hips pressing upward, driving himself deeper inside her.

  “Oh fuck... I’m going to come.”

  She yanked harder on the chain—knowing his flesh wouldn’t rip, but still always worried it would—and rode his cock, taking her time, rising and falling in a leisurely manner, knowing he’d prefer her pace to be much quicker.

  “Leah.” Her name turned into a low moan. “I’m going to come.”

  “Wait for me.”

  “I need to come,” he begged.

  “Wait for me,” she said again, softly.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. When I tell you, you can come deep inside me.”

  “Yes,” he hissed, lifting his head off the pillow. “I need that.”

  She did, too.

  “How soon?”


  “Hush!”

  He slammed his head back into the pillow and released a growl.

  Dropping the chain, she leaned forward, unhooked it and tossed it aside, making him whimper. Planting her hands on his chest, she snagged both nipple rings between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted as hard as she could. His head, as well as his hips, shot up again, the tendons in his neck straining scarily, almost knocking her off balance. She managed to stay with him and began to ride him faster.

  She wanted to come a third time.

  “Oh fuck,” he forced between gritted teeth, his eyes rolling back and his hips following an opposite direction than hers. When she rose, he’d drop his hips. Until she finally slammed down hard on him, grinding in a circle and her orgasm peaking and tumbling down around her, dragging her with it.

  “Come,” she cried out.

  He grunted and slammed up into her, holding his hips off the bed, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.

  She had closed her eyes during the pinnacle, but after a few moments she opened them, seeing complete satisfaction covering her husband’s face. She released his nipples and kept her balance with her hands on his chest when he lowered himself back to the bed.

  Without permission, he moved, quickly wrapping his arms around her and rolling her over until he was nose to nose with her. He whispered, “I fucking love you.”

  She smiled, brushing her fingers along the damp, short dark hairs on the side of his head. “You should after that.”

  “We need them to watch the kids more often.”

  He would get no argument about that from her. “Agreed.”

  “We also need to get in the Jacuzzi before the water turns cold. It’ll be nice to soak my muscles while I recover and can fuck you again. This time with me in control.”

  “I also agree with those statements.”

  He brushed a kiss over her lips. “I can’t ever get enough of you.”

  “I love you, Marc.”

  “I know. I feel and see it every day. I’ve got the best life, baby. I’ve got no complaints.”

  “Unless a dog’s licking your balls.”

  “Or shitting in my shoes.”

  “Or one of the boys vomits in your lap.”

  He wrinkled his nose. “Or has stuff coming out of both ends at the same time.” He made a gagging sound.

  “Okay, I’m done with this game.”

  He pressed a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Me fucking, too.”

  Marc rolled off the bed and held his hand out to Leah. She took it and groaned as he helped her to her feet, escorted her into the bathroom and turned on the jets in the full tub.

  He kept a firm grip on her hand as she climbed in, not wanting her to slip, then followed her into the warm water. Before he sat down, he leaned past her and pulled up the blinds that covered the large picture window overlooking the back of their small tree farm.

  She saw it at the same time he did. “Ohhhh. It’s snowing! So perfect for Christmas Eve.”

  He grimaced and, with a last glance outside at the snow-covered yard and the rows of Christmas trees beyond, settled across from her in the two-person Jacuzzi. “That might make for a messy parade route today.”

  “It makes it feel more like Christmas.”

  He didn’t mind snow if he didn’t have to work. Or his wife didn’t have to work. Or his boys didn’t have to get into a vehicle, which they did today. “That mountain of presents we bought them, as well as the rest of the family bought them, will no doubt make it feel like Christmas.”

  “But it makes the evergreens really pretty and the kids will love it.”

  Not only did their small farm butt up next to his parent’s larger farm, his father had planted more evergreens on their property to expand their Christmas tree business. It was one of the reasons Marc bought the place.

  Though, he had to completely redo the original farmhouse before he moved in over ten years ago.

  He loved the property. It was peaceful. They had a clear view of the mountain range to the north and with their place being right next to his parents’, his father kept the boys involved with the tree farm. They even sometimes hung out with Oliver at the Boneyard Bakery, while Amanda made the organic dog treats she shipped all over the world.

  Having all three boys close in age was perfect, with Austin being six, cousin Oliver being five, and their current youngest, Jax, being four.

  Yeah, they got into tussles but they got over their little spats quickly. Plus, his pop had no qualms in taking any of the boys by the collar and getting them straightened out. Not only was the man a great father but he was an unbelievable grandfather and lived for his grandkids.

  Marc couldn’t ask for more.

  Except for baby number three to be a girl. For Leah. She wanted another girl in the house badly and he wanted it for her.

  Plus, Hannah was Max’s “Daddy’s Little Girl” and Marc kind of wanted that for himself. But no matter what the baby was, as long as he or she was happy and healthy, they’d be happy.

  They had chosen to find out what they were having when Leah was pregnant with Austin and Jax, but this time, they decided they wanted to be surprised.

  It was hard waiting. He had to stop from asking Carly, who was Leah’s OB/GYN, just about every time he saw her. Which was a lot. If he cheated and found out behind Leah’s back... And then she discovered he knew? He winced. She would tear his piercings right out of his nipples.

  “You’re too far away.” Leah’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

  “The tub isn’t that big, Leah. It’s not an Olympic-sized pool. And I have a reason for sitting here.”

  “What’s that?”

  He pulled his hand from the bubbling water and held his palm out flat. “I’m starting your Christmas gift early.”

  She tilted her head and stared at his hand, confused.

  “I got you, Mom, Carly and Amanda a full day at the spa. A whole day of pampering for the women in my life.”

  “What?” she whispered. She fluttered her eyelashes and shuddered. “I think I just came again.”

  He laughed. “I figured you’d like that. I know how uncomfortable you get and maybe this will help just a little, since you insist you only got pregnant again for me.”

  “And why are you holding your hand like that?”

  “Because, like I said, I’m going to start it early.”

  She looked at him suspiciously. “What?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Give me your foot.”

  Her frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile and as her leg rose from the water, he grabbed it, sliding both hands down her smooth calf, around her ankle and to her foot. The second he wrapped his fingers around it, she groaned.

  “I didn’t even do anything yet.”

  “I know,” she breathed, “but...”

  He held her heel with one hand and began to use the magic fingers of his other on the sole of her foot, between her toes, in the arch, along the top...

  Her moans and groans were music to his ears. The harder he pressed, the louder she got. She leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, closed her eyes and her body turned to putty right before his.

  “Marc.”

  He grinned at the liquid way she said his name. “Yeah, baby?”

  “You’re a god right now.”

  He chuckled. “I finally achieved my life’s goal.”

  “Just. Don’t. Stop.”

  “I’m not stopping until you tell me to.”

  She lifted one eyelid. “Well, then they might have to bury us together in this tub because I’m never telling you to stop.”

  “Okay, I’ll stop once I get hard again.”

  The other eyelid opened. “You are getting older, so that might be a while.”

  “The way you’re moaning and groaning? It might be just a few minutes.”

  “Then keep massaging. You need to do both feet equally before that happens.”

  She closed he
r eyes, leaned her head back again and let out a long sigh as he continued to rub and work the tension out of her feet.

  He’d never been a foot man, but he’d have to admit that his wife’s were pretty damn sexy. Perfectly shaped and well-manicured, with the toenails painted a feminine lavender. Purple was her favorite color.

  He lifted her foot higher, careful not to upset her balance and kissed along the bottom of her foot.

  “Marc...”

  He sucked her big toe into his mouth.

  Both eyes popped open. “Marc!”

  “You don’t like that?”

  “Stick to your hands, not your mouth, please.”

  He grinned and teased her by slipping his tongue between two of her toes and waggling it.

  “Marc! That’s probably what it felt like when Trouble licked your balls!”

  “Fine, if you don’t appreciate my tongue.”

  “Believe me, I appreciate it, just not there. Rub.”

  “Slave driver,” he grumbled.

  Her other foot nudged between his thighs and her toes pressed gently against his sac.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Just seeing how much time I have left before you’re hard.”

  “If you keep toeing my balls, you’re going to run out of time before I get to that foot.”

  She jerked the foot he was holding out of his grip so quickly water splashed him right in the eye.

  “Hey!”

  “Here, do this one quick.” She shoved the foot that had been between his legs into his chest. “Rub.”

  “Woman, do you know how bossy you sound?”

  “You like it.”

  “Not when it’s my turn. You got your chance in there to take control. Now it’s all me.”

  “Okay. Please?”

  His lips curled up at the ends as he let his gaze roam over her dark brown hair and her brown eyes, which were crinkled at the corners as she grinned.

  Just as fucking beautiful as the first day he saw her in Max’s office at Manning Grove PD in her ill-fitted Kevlar vest.

  His rookie.

  He had no idea just how much his life would change by being forced to become her Field Training Officer. Max had crowed in delight at sticking him with the job since, at the time, Marc didn’t believe women belonged in law enforcement.