Brothers in Blue A Bryson Family Christmas - Jeanne St. James Page 0,26

could get, he was also very in tune with her. It surprised her time and time again. He could pick up on the littlest things. When she thought he was lost in his own head or had become withdrawn, he was still paying attention.

She had no idea how he did it. But when it came to the small details—as well as the big ones like sex—it made dealing with his issues a whole lot more bearable.

It was one reason Max had kept him on the force. Matt was good at reading people. He was good at his job. And he wasn’t afraid of anything.

Plus, he was squared away to the extreme. She couldn’t imagine he’d ever wear a uniform with the sleeve crease even slightly crooked.

No, she knew he wouldn’t.

He ironed his uniforms himself. And he spent a lot of time making them perfect.

Everything had to be a particular way and everything in his life also had a place.

He was better now than when she first met him, not long after he was medically discharged from the Marines. But he’d never be the same young man who had joined, wanting to fight for his country, a country that hadn’t always fought for him.

But Carly did. She would fight for him until the day she died.

However right now, she was ready for la petite mort, “the little death,” as she bucked against him with each surge of his hips, each plunge of his cock, making her wetter, making him harder. She threw her head back against his shoulder, breaking the contact of his bite from her skin. He released her nipple and wrapped his fingers tightly around the front of her throat. Tight enough to remind her just how powerful he was. How it wouldn’t take much for him to hurt her.

He never had.

He never would.

Though, he had feared plenty of times that he could.

He shoved his face into her neck and she swore she heard him beg, “Please.”

He wanted to please her. And, in turn, she wanted to give him what he needed.

“Come with me, Marine,” she commanded.

His grip tightened even more on her throat, allowing her to breathe but not move. Her knees wobbled as the pressure inside her began to build.

She was close. She clenched around his cock and he grunted.

“Come for me,” he growled in her ear, surprising her with his unexpected demand.

He was now pounding her into the wall, his hips slapping against her ass in a quick rhythm.

“Come,” she urged, “now.”

He slammed deep one more time and stilled. As her climax rippled around him, he pumped cum deep inside her with a low groan.

Her name broke on his lips, and he pressed his chest against her back, pinning her against the wall.

He kissed her gently where he bit her, then rubbed his stubbled cheek along hers, trying to catch his breath. When it slowed, he gently slipped from her, turned her around and guided her to the bed.

“I need to clean up first,” she whispered.

“No, not yet.” The idea she held a piece of him inside her gave him a strange sense of peace.

In truth, it meant nothing. She already wore his wedding band on her finger. Just like she already had his last name. She hadn’t argued it, she wanted to become a Bryson completely.

She had become a part of his family from the moment he saw her in the hospital that day, when she helped bring Hannah into the world.

Seeing her bark commands while Amanda was in labor, he had jokingly thought of her as the “dictator doctor.” But in truth, her taking control of the situation caught his attention and made him want her.

But women hadn’t been on his radar due to his issues, so he’d let it go until he couldn’t ignore their connection.

He didn’t want to burden her with those issues. But she was strong and hung in there with him. Even putting off her dream of adopting a baby and becoming a mother, just for him.

Just for him.

She did that for him.

He climbed into bed and rolled to his side, staring down into her face, meeting her soft, green eyes. His woman looked satisfied.

He was working the parade that afternoon and would be doing overtime so he could have Christmas day off to spend with his family. To spend with Levi on his first Christmas. So, he really needed to catch a few more zzz’s, but right now, he needed to look at his wife and remind himself how