Max proved him wrong.
So did Leah.
And he’d gotten back at Max by getting involved with the Chief’s newest recruit and giving his older brother heartburn a few times.
In the end, it all worked out. Thank fuck for that.
The PD got a great cop, Marc got the best wife, and the Bryson family got a new female member. Like Leah, his mother hoped for at least one girl. She never got it and wouldn’t risk having a fourth child in case she got stuck with four boys. But she did finally get the daughters she desired once Amanda, Leah and Carly came into their lives.
And Teddy, of course.
He snorted and massaged Leah’s foot more intently, drawing little whimpers from her that did not discourage his cock coming back into action.
Now his mom also had Hannah. Marc not only wanted Leah to get her girl, but his mother, too. Max and Amanda were done with two kids. He and Leah were done after this one. And Carly and Matt recently adopted a boy.
That meant the baby Leah was carrying was Ron and Mary Ann’s last opportunity at a second granddaughter.
Marc pulled on her ankle gently. “C’mere, baby.”
Leah’s brown eyes opened and her face got soft. She loved when he called her that. He didn’t do it often to keep it special for her.
And he was afraid of slipping while they were on duty and calling her that in front of their fellow officers.
When she shifted in the tub, more water splashed over the side. Normally, they would care but at that moment, neither did. This time was for them.
Just husband and wife. Lovers reconnecting.
He grabbed her hand, turned her around and settled her body between his legs, so she could lean back against his chest. He pressed his cheek to hers and circled his arms around her, planting his hands firmly on her growing belly.
He spread his fingers and murmured, “It’s a girl. I just know it.”
“I love that you want that for me, Marc. And while I want it, too, I’m trying not to get my hopes up. Your mom had three boys, so our odds aren’t good.”
“Can you live with three boys?”
“Do I have a choice?”
He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Well, you could run away.”
She reached back and spread her fingers across his cheek as he began to rub her stomach. She sighed and relaxed against him. “As long as it’s yours, I’ll be happy with whatever it is.”
“Liar.”
“Wait. Which part am I lying about?”
“I know that kid’s mine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m irresistible, remember? You haven’t looked at another man since the second you saw me.”
Leah made a choking sound. “If you didn’t know, you really don’t have to look at a man to get pregnant by him.”
“Oh, were you visiting some glory holes?”
She shook against him. “Only one was needed, apparently,” she said as she placed her hand over his as he continued to make wide circles over her belly.
He loved when she was pregnant. Even two kids later, he was fascinated at the fact she was capable of growing and carrying another life inside her. A life that they created together.
Under the water, she ran her fingers back and forth from his knees to his thighs. His hands shifted higher to the top curve of her belly, his knuckles brushing the undersides of her heavy breasts.
Oh hell yes, he loved when she was pregnant. And breastfeeding.
She turned her head enough to offer her mouth, so he took it, sliding his tongue inside to taste and tangle with hers.
The power shift they had even happened with kissing. One second he would be ravishing her mouth, the next, she would do it to him.
She reminded him constantly in the littlest ways that she was an equal. And just because she could bear children, didn’t mean she was only a mother.
She was so much more.
And, lucky bastard that he was, she was also his.
The woman in his arms was intelligent, strong and highly driven. That made her sexy as fuck. The bigger boobs during pregnancy didn’t hurt, either. Though, he kept that lecherous thought to himself since he liked his nuts right where they currently hung.
He pulled his tongue back and she chased it with hers into his mouth, taking control of the kiss, deepening it and adding the vibration of her groan to the mix.
He cupped the undersides of her breasts, squeezing gently, while thumbing the nipples, the tips turning into tight nubs. He captured and twisted them between his fingers, causing her to release another long groan into his mouth, encouraging him to continue. He turned the gentle motion into a more demanding one, twisting harder and faster. She ground her ass back into his balls and his now semi-erect cock.
He broke the kiss, pushed her partially wet hair away from her neck and nibbled at the skin where it met her shoulder.
“Look at you, rising to the occasion a lot quicker than expected.” Her voice was throaty, exactly how it got when she was turned on and ready to ride her husband.
“Well, my wife called me a god, so...”
She dropped her head and shook against him again, her ass wiggling into his crotch, which encouraged his cock to grow even more.
“Did you bring in that cock ring?” she asked.
“Of course, I get off on those vibrations just as much as you.”
She reached behind her and patted his cheek. “I know you do. It’s a conundrum. The ring keeps you hard while those vibrations make you want to blow.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, kissing along the damp curve of her shoulder. “You make me want to blow.”
“Better put it on now before you get too hard.” She twisted. “Or let me.”
“I’ll do it. Last time you just about neutered me.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have moved so much!”
“I was trying to escape your sadistic torture. You had me trapped by my dick.”
“It’s a very nice dick.”
“That should remain attached if you want to continue to use it.”
“Fine, then. You put it on.”
He grabbed the ring from the edge of the tub behind him, and, under the water, worked it down his ever-growing cock. “Do you want the thingy at the top or the bottom.”
She tilted her head as if in deep thought. “I want to face you.”
He adjusted the ring until the vibrating part was at the top, where it would press against her clit. They hadn’t used it in a while but the last time they did, she had multiple explosive orgasms. They had no choice but to change the sheets afterward.
He hoped this morning brought about the same.
“Get ready for a tsunami. In and out of the tub,” she warned him. “We might have to get out the Shop-Vac to suck up all the water on the floor.”
“I’m okay with that.”
She turned to face him. “Which means, I’ll be doing the cleanup.”
“I have to work, remember? I wasn’t lucky enough to get off today.”
She grabbed his chin and reminded him, “Oh, you’ll be getting off.”
He grinned.
She grinned.
“Climb on my cock, wife.”
She tried to keep a straight face as she moved to straddle his lap. She reached between them and turned on the vibration. As soon as she did, he groaned as his cock began to hum and his balls pulled tight immediately.
Damn. Even though he already shot a load earlier, he might not last long this time, either. “Turn down the speed,” he managed to get out between clenched teeth.
Her fingers played around the ring that snuggly circled the root of his cock and the vibrations slowed down a little. He hoped that helped.
“Leah, get on.” Unfortunately, that sounded more frantic than he’d like, but she needed to move quickly.
She planted her hands on his shoulder and once again reached down, holding him in place. Christ, just that alone caused the pressure to build to a dan
gerous level.
“Ready?” she whispered. A smile ghosted across her face.
“I can see you are.”
“I can see you are, too.” Oh yeah, his cock was definitely ready for action again.
She slid the head of it between her folds once, tucked it where it needed to be and tortured him by slowly lowering herself.
“Leah,” he breathed. “Fuck... Hurry.”
She took his whole length, paused, then ground down until her clit rode the vibrator part while her pussy swallowed his cock.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Now he remembered why they didn’t use it often. Sex would only last seconds.
He choked out, “Leah,” in a warning.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, grinding against him, which was not helping his predicament.
“Holy shit is right and you’re going to be pissed if I come before you.”
She pressed her lips to his ear. “Pissed doesn’t even come close. You better not come before I tell you.”
“No, we’re not playing that game. The power is supposed to be mine right now.”
“Then take it.”
“Hard to take it when you’re on top.”
“Bullshit,” she groaned.
“Okay, then...” He reached behind her head, grabbed a handful of her wet hair and pulled it so hard, her head snapped back, exposing her throat. He ignored her gasp, and sank his teeth into her delicate flesh there and sucked the skin. He had to be careful about leaving marks since they were spending time with his family the next two days and didn’t need his ass ridden about it.
He scraped his teeth down the side of her neck and to her shoulder. Now there he could leave a mark no one but him would see. If he left a mark there, every time he’d see it in the next couple days, he’d get hard as a rock. Hell, all he would have to do is think about it and BAM!
Being in his forties hadn’t slowed his sexual prowess down at all. He’d have to make sure to rub that in.
When he could speak.
She cried out as he bit the flesh of her shoulder, and her pussy squeezed around him as she rode him faster and ground against him harder. She dug her short nails into his back, also doing her best to leave marks.
Fuck yes.
Seeing scratches on his back would get him worked up, too.
Placing his lips over his bite, he sucked until he knew he pulled the blood to the surface, sure to leave his mark on her.
He pictured her now, naked in front of the bathroom mirror, running her fingers over that mark, her pussy twinging and becoming wet. She would slide her finger through her arousal, come find him and slip her finger into his mouth.
When she did that, it got him instantly hard.
And right now, the thought of that happening in a day or two, sent any blood left, already not in his cock, right to it, making him painfully hard.
“Leah,” he murmured against her skin.
“I’m going to come.” Her voice sounded strained since her neck was still arched back as far as it would go.
“That’s the point,” he ground out, trying his best to hold on. He was quickly failing as she ground her clit hard against the top part of the cock ring. “Leah,” he whimpered.
Yes, whimpered.
“I’m going to,” she groaned, “come.”
So was he.
He snagged one of her nipples between his fingers, pinching it so hard, she jerked against him.
The wail she released at the same time as her pussy contracted around him, made him shove his face into her neck and groan, “Oh God, baby,” as he surged up and came so hard his cock pulsed like it had its own heart.
They both remained still as their bodies convulsed, and when they stopped, he released her hair, she lifted her head and gave him a lazy smile.
She then fell against him, her muscles limp, her arms around his neck and her cheek pressed to his. “We need to use that ring whenever we can only get in a quickie.”
“It definitely turns sex into a quickie.”
“That means we’ll be able to fit more in.”
He jerked his head back and stared at her. “You want more quickies?”
“I want more sex in general. I just know it’s not realistic with our different shifts, the boys and then,” she placed her hand on her belly, “a new baby on the way. But really, Marc, I love having sex with you and it’s a good time for us to connect and forget about having to adult.”
“Um, okay. Count me in for more quickies.”
She laughed. “I didn’t think you’d say no.”
“If I ever do, you better take me to get examined.”
“I love you. I know our life is hectic and it’s just a good time to slow down.”
“Quickies aren’t slowing down,” he reminded her.
“I know, but it’s better than nothing.”
“I— Uh. Oh fuck!” Marc stared beyond Leah and out the window. “Oh motherfuck!”
“What?” Leah twisted her head and whispered, “Oh shit. They can see us.”
“Of course they can,” he whispered back.
“Why are we whispering? They can’t hear us.”
“Don’t move. Maybe they won’t notice us.”
“Marc, I’m sitting on your dick, we’re both naked and—”
“I’m in the tub with you, Leah, I’m well aware of our status. Except... Okay, you’re no longer sitting on my dick.” He quickly reached between them, turned off the vibration and yanked the silicone cock ring off in a panic. He winced when it caught his delicate skin. He dropped it to the bottom of the tub. “Move very slowly and keep your boobs under the water.”
“Well, yeah, I don’t need to show an audience my breasts.”
“I’m sure Pop wouldn’t mind, but—”
She slowly shifted off his lap and to his side, sinking lower into the water.
They both remained frozen as his parents, the kids and Greg wandered the back edge of their yard along the tree line.
“Close the blinds.”
“I have to stand up to do that,” Marc hissed. “If I do, I’m going to flash my mother and Hannah. I’d prefer not to have to pay for my niece’s therapy visits for the rest of her life.”
“Your cock isn’t that big and scary.”
“Just pretend they’re not there and stay still. Movement might catch their eye.”
“You think?” she hissed. “Who puts such a big window in front of a tub?”
“Someone who was a bachelor and planned to remain that way and didn’t think trespassers would be marching through his property while he was having sex in said tub.”
“Well, you didn’t plan that out well. Why’d they wait this long to put up a tree? They never do. They usually put it up Thanksgiving weekend.”
Marc caught himself before he shrugged. “They wanted the kids to pick one out and help decorate it. I guess it was an activity to keep them busy before and after the parade today.”
“There are five million Christmas trees on their property. Why are they searching over here?”
Good question. One he couldn’t answer. “Oh shit,” he groaned. “Did you move?”
Of course, the person they didn’t want to spot them, did. “Hi!” The muffled shout could barely be heard as Greg waved at them. Everyone else’s heads turned toward them, still naked in the tub.
Fuck.
“Damn. We’re busted,” Leah whispered.
“Hi!” Greg screamed again when neither responded. He loped across the yard and up to the window. “Hi, Marc! Hi, Lee!” He waved again. “Do you stink? Are... are you taking a bath?”
“Yes, we’re just getting ready for the parade,” Leah explained loudly, so Greg could hear her through the double-paned window.
Greg bounced on his toes and wrung his hands together. “The parade! Max is in the parade!”
“Yeah, buddy, he is,” Marc answered. “I think Grandpa is trying to get your attention.”
Greg ignored Ron’s shout. Then his father said something to his mother, who gathered the rest of the children and disappeared into a row of trees.
At least his mother listened.
Unlike Greg, who was oblivious to the situation.
“It’s snowing!” Greg yelled, his hands flapping with excitement and his eyes rolling. A huge smile covered his face. The man loved snow and he was the only one since he didn’t have to drive or work in it.
“Yeah, buddy, it is. Grandpa needs you to help pick out a tree.”
“Greg, go with Grandpa,” Leah encouraged.
“Are you taking a bath together?” Greg asked.
Marc’s eyes met his father’s amused ones as he strode across the snow-covered lawn toward them.
“Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“Hey, Dad,” Leah greeted weakly as Ron stepped up to the window, not hiding his grin.
“Getting cleaned up?”
“Yep,” Marc answered his pop.
“Conserving water there, I see.”
“Yep,” Marc repeated.
“The environment will now be saved,” his father said with a nod. “We can all breathe a little easier.”
“Pop,” Marc ground out.
Ron turned his head and put a hand to his ear. “Sorry, what? Hard to hear you through the window in front of your Jacuzzi tub, even though those blinds are wide open.”
“Wasn’t expecting you to do your own little parade through the property today.”
Ron cocked an eyebrow. “Apparently.”
“Wasn’t this what your and Mom’s Christmas gift was about?”
His father pursed his lips. “Was it?”
“Pop!”
Ron chuckled. “It was to give you all a break from the kids. I’m glad you’re taking full advantage of it.” He turned to Greg and grabbed the younger man’s shoulder. “Let’s go, Greg, before the kids pick out a lopsided tree. We can’t have that.”
“Can’t have that,” Greg parroted. He shot a last wave at them through the window. “Bye! Bye, Marc! Bye, Lee!”
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