A McKenzie Christmas

by Lexi Buchanan

  She reached up and kissed his cold lips, her hand against his jaw. “Will you take me on the ice?”

  He grinned and answered, “I’ll take you anywhere.” He kissed her on the nose. “But, I think we’d get arrested.”

  It took her a minute but when she realized what she actually said, she batted his hands away. “I can’t believe you. I’m trying to be loving and romantic and you’re teasing.” She laughed.

  Ruben’s face fell at her words, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her back into him. “I’m sorry.” He cupped her cold face with his gloved hands. “I love you, and yes, I will put on ice skates and hold your hand on the ice.”

  She smiled with fresh snowflakes on her lashes. “Thank you.” She placed a quick kiss to his lips before she offered, “If you really don’t want to go on the ice, its okay, Ruben. I don’t want to force you and I know you’d rather watch ice hockey than actually be on the ice.”

  “Babe, I’ll do anything you want. Anything for my Rosie.” He placed a chaste kiss to her cold lips, took her hand and headed toward the booth for the skates.

  She was speechless and let him guide her. So much so, that he had her boots off and skates on before she came back to her senses. She watched her husband in silence as he sat on the bench beside her to see to his own boots and skates. Before he could move, Rosie straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him close.

  Ruben tipped her face up to his. “What’s wrong, Rosie?”

  She shook her head and stayed silent. If she tried to talk she’d probably burst into tears. “I’m okay,” she whispered, “just overwhelmed.”

  It took her a few minutes to pull herself together, and she climbed shakily to her feet. She swayed on her skates but quickly found her balance. “Let’s go on the ice.” She held her hand out to Ruben, who wrapped her smaller one up in his as they made their way to the rink.

  The rink wasn’t designed for hockey matches but it was designed for families to enjoy the ice…or for lovers to skate together. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for their town. They took a few minutes to watch some of the children skate around while their parents watched from the sidelines. The kids were good, and so much better than she knew her and Ruben would be.

  But what were a few Christmas bumps, right? “This looks like fun,” she commented, wondering if she’d made a mistake because, really, she couldn’t ice skate either. She just liked the idea and how romantic it would be to hold Ruben’s hand as they skated.

  “Um, Rosie?”

  She glanced at her husband, who grinned now that he was on to her. “You can do this, right?”

  “Of course I can.”

  Ruben started laughing. “C’mon. Once around the rink,” he took her hand, “and then hot chocolate with marshmallows.”

  “Mmm, that sounds good.”

  Ruben kept her steady on the ice, and it turned out that her husband had better balance on the ice than she did. He managed to keep them up right…at least…until they were nearing the exit. As safety approached and Rosie breathed for the first time since being on the ice, a child, about eight or nine, zoomed past and sent Ruben crashing to the ice with Rosie landing on top of him. A whoosh left his lips.

  They lay in a sprawl of arms and legs seconds before Rosie started to laugh, followed by Ruben. “Are you okay?” Rosie giggled. “I’m sorry.” She smirked. “I shouldn’t laugh.” She giggled again and scrambled to her feet, slipping as she climbed up the side of the rink wall. “Give me your hand and I’ll pull you up.”

  “No way. I’ll pull you back down.” Ruben rolled to his hands and knees and got himself upright.

  Rosie pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you for doing that. I’m ready for hot chocolate now.”

  He squeezed her before he helped her from the ice.

  Ruben was frustrated as he worked in his office sorting bills to be paid from bills already paid. He needed to be more organized, and usually was, but his beautiful wife had a way of distracting him.

  They’d both enjoyed a warm bath to soothe the sore muscles from the ice skating attempt once they’d returned from the Christmas market and the rink, and of course it took longer than it should have. But hopefully, that would be the end to the ice-skating and Rosie wouldn’t get that particular idea into her head again. He hoped she’d learned her lesson.

  She challenged him in ways that he loved. And her body challenged him in other ways.

  In fact, her curvy body had kept him in a semi state of arousal while she’d been busy. He liked the mistletoe part of the holidays because once it was up, he made sure to be constantly caught beneath it with her. She’d had the last laugh though when she pulled him close and locked lips. It had been nothing like the other chaste kisses they’d exchanged under the stuff, it had blown his socks off, and left him hard and aching. His sexy wife knew what she’d done to him and had continued to tease him for the rest of the day, which was probably why he was still hard behind his zipper, and distracted.

  About to say to hell with it and go in search of Rosie, he heard the handle of his door as it started to turn. He sighed in relief when Rosie slipped inside. She turned the key in the lock behind her before she slipped the two deadbolts home.

  With a mixture of knowing that they were locked inside his office together, and the short dress his wife wore, his balls ached. He knew her fantasy, and his for that matter, was about to come true. The minute she’d told him what she wanted, he hadn’t been able to get it out of his head. Since they’d been together, Rosie had gotten past her shyness and she’d learned to trust him. He’d not once let her down and he never would.

  Rosie leaned back against the locked door. “Evening, husband.”

  He grinned. “Evening, wife.”

  *

  Rosie continued to hold Ruben’s gaze but she made no move toward him. Instead, she leaned against the locked door as her heart beat frantically in her chest with a nervous kind of excitement. Ruben made her feel alive and she knew that he loved her, and her alone, which gave her the confidence that she needed to carry out her fantasies, and his.

  She licked along her lips, and watched as Ruben’s eyes dropped to follow the movement of her tongue. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

  His eyes darkened with lust at her words as she heard his boots drop from his feet beneath the desk. The rest of his clothes followed quickly and then he was in front of his desk, his ass perched on the top.

  The throb between her thighs grew in intensity at the sight before her. Her husband was sun-kissed and his muscles were in all the right places. She loved the hair on his chest because, when they were close, it would tickle and arouse her. The hair trailed down to his groin and surrounded his hugely swollen cock, which reached up to his navel—the tip glistened with precum.

  “You have too many clothes on.”

  She agreed with him and lifted her dress above her head. It dropped to the floor with a flick of her wrist, forgotten.

  *

  Ruben didn’t know how he was going to keep his hands off her, especially when she removed her dress and he saw the thigh highs. His dick jumped with excitement and need to be inside her. He wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked a few times, knowing that Rosie loved to watch him touch himself.

  “Chair,” she croaked, and then cleared her throat.

  He moved on unsteady legs to drop his ass onto the chair. He sat and waited, his legs spread when he saw the silk ties in her hand.

  She walked closer on her high heels, and straddled his thighs. Her breasts were nearly eye level, and as she bent slightly to fasten one of his wrists lightly to the back of the chair, he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Her body shuddered, her pussy rubbed against the length of him, and it took a great deal of strength to not impale her.

  Rosie quickly fastened his other wrist to the chair. Both her hands went to his shoulders and held on while she used her wet pussy to rub
back and forth against his rigid length. He was so hard that the veins popped; his dick tingled and dripped with precum…he couldn’t stop. Her breasts rubbed against his face. He could hardly catch his breath with all his senses on overload.

  “You’re killing me,” he moaned.

  Rosie tipped his head back and smiled down at him. “I love you.” She kissed her way from his lips, along his neck, chest, and abs. Reaching his navel, she dropped to her knees with a kiss to the crown of his dick.

  With a silk tie, Rosie teased. The silk trailed over him like a caress, which caused him to arch up. His cock was on fire and pulsed with a life of its own. She hadn’t finished with the teasing though, and tickled down his legs to his ankles where she tied them to the legs of the chair.

  If he wanted to, he wouldn’t have a problem getting out of them, but it drove him nuts being tied down while she had her way with him.

  “You look so…aroused,” she smiled, sitting back on her heels, “that I don’t know where to touch you first.”

  He didn’t miss the glint of amusement that flashed in her eyes. She knew where he wanted her touch, which meant she’d leave that until last. He could growl in frustration or beg, she could take her pick.

  “You know what I want,” he said.

  “Hmm, and for once, I think you’re going to get your wish because I’m so wet and the need to taste you is making me throb”

  “Rosie,” he let out a tortured moan, which turned into a gasp when she reached out and massaged his balls. Her fingers spread and rubbed between his legs while his cock pulsed with his release close. When he started to pant, she released him, and smirked.

  “As much as I love watching your release leave your body, I want to ride you.”

  “Fuck, Rosie. I so want this, but fuck me…you have me close. And I mean close.”

  “Hmm.”

  She tickled up from his feet, along his thighs that trembled under her touch and finally gripped his shaft. Her head dipped as he braced himself for the feel of her mouth. He hadn’t lied about being close, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control the urge to come.

  “Gentle,” he hissed, and groaned when her tongue licked and swirled around the sensitive head. “Hard and I’ll come.” She took him into the warm recesses of her mouth and he couldn’t control his hips as they thrust up at the feeling. His movement was limited with the silk ties, which would soon be ripped free.

  *

  Rosie loved having Ruben’s cock in her mouth. Although he was rock hard with arousal, he was smooth apart from the vein that pulsed. As she pulled back to the tip and swirled her tongue around to catch the precum tricking out of his slit, she moaned.

  She knew that her husband loved being restrained because it heightened his pleasure, which he’d discovered with only her. He’d spent most of his life being the one doing the restraining, but it had worked both ways with them for a while.

  Once Ruben started grinding up into her mouth, she knew it was time to finish him, but not unless she rode him. With one last suck, she let him slip from her mouth before licking her way up his torso.

  Back on her feet, she straddled him, and lowered herself on his cock. Her mouth hovered over Ruben’s and their gasp of pleasure ended up being locked between them.

  His hands were finally free, and he gripped her hips. “I need you to move,” he growled, and started rocking her on him. She was so wet and swollen that her pussy gripped his cock and tried to hold on to him when he pulled back. He was stronger though, and as his mouth dipped and tugged a nipple into his mouth, she rippled and convulsed over him as he started to shoot his release inside her. The strong pulls of her channel milked more out of him, and caused his dick to twitch and release until they were spent.

  “Fuck, babe,” he finally gasped, “I seriously didn’t think I’d last to get inside you.”

  “I didn’t think you would either.” She slipped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. “I love you,” she whispered. “So much.”

  He gulped a few times as she watched him become overwhelmed with emotion. She knew how much he loved her and until she’d crashed into his life he hadn’t been looking for love, but now he had it forever. They both did.

  “Ruben, look outside,” Rosie shouted, her voice sharp with excitement.

  He knew without looking through the window that it had obviously been snowing hard because his wife was obsessed with the snow. Just an inch of the white powder and she instantly became a child. She loved to be outdoors in the stuff. He liked it at first, but after a few weeks of freezing his ass off, or de-icing the cars and clearing the sidewalk around Kenza, he would have had enough.

  His wife made him enjoy it again.

  As a child, he’d lived outdoors no matter what season they were in, and so did his brothers. They’d get up to trouble on occasion, but he wouldn’t exchange his memory of that time for anything.

  “Ruben, did you look?” Rosie bounced into the bedroom where he’d just finished getting dressed.

  He chuckled and caught her in his arms. “Not yet,” he answered as he bent down and captured her lips. “I take it there is more snow on the ground?” He raised a brow.

  “And then some.”

  He groaned. A heavy snowstorm hadn’t been forecasted but, then again, he’d been preoccupied with his sexy wife last night.

  “I think you need to stay home and cuddle up with me. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.” She smiled.

  He didn’t want to refuse such a tempting offer, but he had to finalize her Christmas present. He just didn’t know how to refuse her without having to lie. The last thing he wanted was to tell her what he was up to. He guessed he could tell her part truth. “I can’t, babe. Even though I haven’t had breakfast yet, your offer is tempting, but I have to go pick up your present today.”

  “Present?” Her eyes sparkled with pleasure.

  He laughed. “Yes.” He kissed her quickly. “Before you get the wrong idea, I already have some things stashed away that you won’t be able to find.” He knew she’d be rooting around as soon as he left. “But I had to, um, order the last thing.” Okay that was a stretch, but he didn’t want her to think he’d forgotten because the present he was finalizing had been ongoing for about six weeks. He only hoped that he had it in him to wait until Christmas Eve to give her the present.

  Chapter 4

  Lucien & Sabrina

  Lucien sat in the dark of his bedroom and watched his wife and child sleep. He still couldn’t believe that he was married and had a soon-to-be three month old son, Alexander.

  Until he was left scarred, he used to want a woman to call his own, but he never thought that would be possible. Sabrina had other ideas though. He smiled remembering their encounters before he finally sampled her. Just one taste and he’d been in trouble, and no matter how much he pushed her away, she went back to him, until that last time when he’d gone to her.

  They’d made a home in Colorado, but he missed his family and he knew that both of Alexander’s grandmothers missed them and their new grandson. He’d thought a lot about it during the past month that they’d been back. He hadn’t mentioned anything to Sabrina, but he was almost certain that he wanted to move back to Lexington. They both loved the house that they lived in, but he’d be able to find them something similar around his family. He was sure of it. And if he couldn’t, he would build it.

  He was tired of thinking. He was tired of watching over his family at night, the way he had been. Sabrina had no idea that he spent most of the night watching them both sleep. She’d be upset if she knew. She was aware that something was wrong because he couldn’t hide his fatigue from her. He’d yet to admit to his fear that he’d wake up one day and it would all have been a dream. He knew that would kill him.

  His wife didn’t miss anything though, and she’d soon be calling him on it. He watched as she rolled over in the large bed they shared, and searched for him in her sleep. Of course, she came up empty. “Lucien
?” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

  He quickly stood, climbed back into the bed, and pulled her into his arms. “I’m right here. It’s early. Go back to sleep.” He kissed her forehead and held her as she fell back to sleep—and he soon followed her.

  Sabrina knew that something bothered her husband. She’d caught him watching over their son and herself while they slept. Until that morning, she’d always pretend to be asleep, but she couldn’t watch him do that anymore. She didn’t doubt his love for her or Alexander, and she hoped he didn’t doubt hers for him.

  He was a wonderful father and husband, and he’d only settle if she was in the room with him. It was as though he was afraid she’d disappear. She had no intention of doing that.

  She’d wanted to broach the subject with him, but she wasn’t sure he was ready for her questions or if she was ready for his answer. All she knew was that he had to stop because the fatigue was clear on his face.

  He sat at the kitchen table reading some papers from work while he tried to stifle a yawn behind his mug of coffee. He was exhausted and it was affecting him in more ways than simply being tired. It was time that they talked.

  Sabrina quickly checked that their son was still fast asleep in the breakfast room before she went back to her husband and made room for herself on his lap.

  He smiled and placed his paper and coffee down on the table. “Mmm,” he nuzzled into her neck, which caused goose bumps to break out over her skin with the sensual assault, “you taste good.” He licked and nibbled his way down her neck.

  Sabrina spread her fingers through his hair and pushed his head back so she could look into his eyes. Her hands cupped his face and pulled him close to meet her lips.

  Since the world had righted itself between them, Lucien had gradually relaxed around Sabrina with his scars. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him, but with her care and love, she’d shown him that she loved everything about him, including the damage to his skin.

  Her forehead rested against her husband’s as their gazes met and held. Sabrina couldn’t hold her concern inside any longer so she asked, “Will you talk to me? I know you sit up watching Alexander and I sleeping. Like you’re protecting us or making sure we don’t disappear on you. But I need to know what’s going on, because I’m worried about you.”