Brothers in Blue A Bryson Family Christmas - Jeanne St. James Page 0,10
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“Okay, let’s stay on topic here... Which is us getting naked and pretending we’re childless and having wild and crazy sex.”
Her hand went to her distended belly. “Well, we might not be able to get too crazy, but we can do really naughty things to each other.”
“Yes!” He did a fist pump. “I’m on board with that.”
“Then why are we standing here?”
“Because you were supposed to be naked and waiting in our bed when I dumped off the boys.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
She dropped her gaze to the outline of his erection. “And that is why I love those sweatpants.”
“And why you forbid me to wear them off the farm.”
“I didn’t forbid you, I strongly advised against it.”
“Uh huh. My wife packs a gun and a Taser, I take her strong advisement seriously.”
She leaned toward him. “As you should.” She pressed her lips to his and slid her hand over his hot and thick hard-on beneath the soft cotton. She dipped her tongue between his lips and tangled it with his. His cock flexed against her fingers and she was tempted to dig it out and go to her knees. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get back up.
She pulled away just enough to say, “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I’d take this so-called gift your parents gave us and think they were only doing it so we’d have another baby.”
“Maybe. But right now they’re content because they can smell all the new baby scent they want with Levi.”
She reluctantly released him and stepped back. “They are going to have their hands full watching this one,” she pointed to her belly, “and Levi at the same time. Your father might have to help with diapers if they’re babysitting them together.”
“My pop’s a retired cop and a Marine, he’s used to handling shit.”
“Oh, you do know I’ll use that line on you when it comes time to change the baby’s diaper and she’s had an explosion.”
Marc faked a gag. “No. I put my foot down on those up the back explosions.”
“Maybe you should take paternity leave and I’ll go back to work right away.”
“You need to nurse him.”
“I don’t need to nurse her. I can pump. Just like Autumn is doing for Levi. We’ll buy you one of those breastfeeding harnesses and you can breastfeed her.”
“Why are we still standing here talking and not fucking?”
“Now you’re just trying to change the subject.”
“Not trying, I am. Get naked, wife, while I dig out our dusty toy chest.”
Her brow rose. “Ooo. Where do we start?”
“Wherever my loving wife wants to start.”
Ass kisser. “A butt plug up your ass.”
“Okay, not there.”
“Electrodes to your balls.”
“Not there, either.”
She laughed. “Then you lied.”
“I will amend my statement. Wherever my loving wife wants to start and I agree with her suggestion... since she’s a closet sadist.”
“That’s no fun.”
“Besides, we don’t have a butt plug or electrodes.”
“Are you sure? Do you want to test that theory?”
He grimaced. “No.”
“Smart, because you tend to learn lessons the hard way.”
He clapped his hands together. “Okay! Get naked, get on the bed, I’ll grab the toy box and we’ll get this party started.”
“That sounds super romantic.”
“Wait, we’re being romantic? You said you wanted to fuck.”
“True. Romance is overrated, anyway. Multiple orgasms are better than sweet whispers of your love and devotion to me.”
His mouth dropped open. “Multiple?”
Of course that was the only part he picked up on. “I think I want to return your parents’ gift. This is not turning out like I’d hoped. Did they give you a gift receipt?”
Marc snorted and went to the closet, opening it and digging through some shoeboxes stacked on the top shelf. Out of the reach of curious, sticky little fingers. Or four-legged monsters who would think a latex butt plug was a chew toy.
“Fuck yes!” she heard from inside the closet.
He backed up a step with a box in his hand. “I think this is it.”
“Open the lid to make sure it’s not a pair of your old, stinky sneakers.”
“I prefer the surprise element. You stick your hand in it and pull something out. Whatever you choose, we’re doing.”
“Ooo. I like this game.”
“Right? Wait.” He lifted the lid and peeked inside. “You didn’t sneak a butt plug in there, did you?”
“No cheating!” she yelled.
“Yes, this is the box. Though, I’m not sure where the stuff is that never fit in this box.”
“Like the sex swing? I think that went up in the attic after Austin was born.”
Marc glanced up at the ceiling. Her gaze also rose,