Brothers in Blue: A Bryson Family Christmas
Enjoy a trip back to the quaint town in Northern Pennsylvania, where the Bryson brothers are celebrating Christmas in this special holiday edition of the Brothers in Blue series.
Come visit with Max and Amanda, Marc and Leah, and Matt and Carly while they wrangle their kids, along with Greg, Menace and Chaos, too! Joining in on the fun, the man we can't forget (because he won't let us), Teddy, and his fiancé, Adam. And, of course, Ron and Mary Ann, the parents/grandparents we all wish were our own.
Spend a couple fun-filled days surrounded by the Bryson family, twinkling lights, evergreens, fresh snow and plenty of presents. Plus, share some intimate moments between the couples.
Note: This is the fourth book in the Brothers in Blue series. It's highly recommended to read the Brothers in Blue trilogy first, along with Teddy's short story, since everyone in this book has already found their soulmate and the love of their life. This book is meant to be a fun and light-hearted revisiting of a few beloved characters in a small town we all know as Manning Grove.
Release date: October 3, 2020
Publisher: Double-J Romance, Inc.
Print pages: 242
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Brothers in Blue: A Bryson Family Christmas
Jeanne St. James
Max & Amanda
The low, gravelly whisper filled her ear and made her nipples pebble. “You know what happens to bad girls who don’t stay out of trouble?”
Amanda smiled and stretched, keeping her eyes closed. Her man’s voice was delicious. “Mmm. Her husband spanks her ass.”
“EWW, Mom! Gross!”
Amanda’s eyes popped open and her ten-year-old daughter, Hannah, stood by the bed, her face twisted in disgust. She swallowed her thumping heart back into her chest.
“Why would Dad spank you?”
Oh shit. “He wouldn’t,” she lied as she sat up and noticed the other side of the bed was empty. “Where’s your father?” Certainly not whispering naughty promises into her ear, damn it.
“Getting Liver and Greg ready.”
Amanda pinned her eyebrows together. “Stop calling your brother Liver.”
Her daughter huffed like only Hannah could. She was an expert at it. “That’s his name.”
“It is not. We picked out a perfectly good name.”
“Then you should’ve had a perfectly good son. He’s not. He needs to go back.”
Her five-year-old son was never going back up her vagina. No way. No givebacks.
After Oliver was born, she’d pretty much threatened Max with death if he even thought about having a third child. She even had him get snipped. And if he didn’t, she threatened to do it herself sometime during the night with a rusty butter knife.
Knowing his wife too well, he decided not to take that chance and made an appointment the next day.
Two pregnancies were more than enough. The only good thing that came out of those were her two kids. Though, she was rethinking that right now as she frowned at Hannah, who stood with one hand on her hip.
She was ten going on sixteen. She took after her father.
Funny, he insisted Hannah was just like Amanda.
Well, at least they agreed she looked like Max with his dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes.
Amanda yawned. “What is he helping them with? Breakfast?”
“No, Mom! For Grandpa to pick us up.”
“It’s an early Christmas present or something. That’s what Dad was telling Liver.”
Her daughter bugged her eyes out. She was an expert at that, too. She probably practiced the hand-on-hip, bugged-out-eyes routine in the mirror. “Oooooliver. There, you happy?”
Not really. “Whose Christmas present?”
Hannah shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“I don’t know,” she corrected her daughter.
“Apparently you don’t, if you’re asking me.”
“Hannah.” Amanda took a deep breath. Kids took a lot of patience. No one warned her of that before one of Max’s enthusiastic swimmers hooked up with one of her reluctant eggs. “Say I don’t know.”
“Okay. You don’t know.”
Amanda rolled her eyes. Her daughter did, too.
Oh lord, she was putting an ad in the local penny shopper and giving Hannah away. Cheap. Screw it, free.
Shit, she’d only find her way back home. The kid was pretty damn smart for ten. Plus, Max might not be happy that she gave away “Daddy’s girl” and he might arrest his own wife.
That reminded her, they hadn’t broken out the cuffs lately…
“Can I borrow your makeup?”
That was why her daughter interrupted her hot dream? “No. You’re ten. And the last time you borrowed it—without permission, might I add—you ended up looking like a drunk raccoon.”
Hannah snorted. “Well, if you’d teach me…”
“You’re ten,” Amanda reminded her for the millionth time. “Your father doesn’t want you wearing makeup and we’ll let him decide when you’re allowed. Plus, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not great at it.”
“Teddy can teach me, then.”
“Fine, go to Teddy. But not before your dad says it’s okay.”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Okay. Go do that now and stop asking me questions that you know I’m going to say no to before you even ask them.”
“Whatever, Mom.” She did her signature huff.
“Yeah, whatever,” she mimicked. “Now come here, give your mean mom a kiss and then go get ready to go to your grandparents. By the way, if Grandpa saw you with makeup on, he just might throw all your presents into the fireplace and then ground you for a month.”
“He can’t ground me.”
“No? He still grounds your father and uncles.”
Hannah giggled. “He does?”
“Yep. And since he outranks us all, he can ground anyone in the family.”
“I’m sure Grandma gets a different type of punishment.” She rolled her lips under, trying not to smirk.
Oh shit. “Uh… that’s between them.”
“I’m going to ask him.”
Oh shit! “No, you won’t! That’s… That’s their business, not yours. Now, come give me a kiss since I won’t see you until later.”
“The Christmas parade. Daddy’s going to be up front right behind the mayor.”
“Hannah, honestly, don’t you pay attention to any of our conversations at dinner?”
Amanda sighed. “Now you’re fibbing.”
“No worse than you,” Hannah blurted out as she surged forward, gave Amanda a quick kiss on the cheek and bolted from the room.
Amanda stared at the empty doorway and smiled.
God, she loved that kid. She might have been worth all those hours of pain and torture—and the verbal abuse she gave Max—during her labor.
She should get up, take a shower and get ready for the day, but it was rare that the house was empty of not only the spawn from her loins, but her brother, Greg, too. She glanced at the clock. Another hour of uninterrupted sleep would be heaven.
She shimmied her way back under the covers and sighed as she stretched out, having the whole king-sized bed to herself. Then closed her eyes and went searching for that dream…
“You know what happens to bad girls who don’t stay out of trouble?”
Max’s wife stirred and a naughty smile crept over her face. “Mmm. Her husband— Wait, I’m not falling for that again.” Her eyes popped open and she shot up in bed, smacking her head against his chin.
“Fuck!” they both shouted at the same time.
“Ow,” Amanda moaned, rubbing the top of her head.
“Hey, your head is harder than my chin,” he complained, rubbing his throbbing chin.
His wife not only had a hard head, she was a hardhead.
Her eyes raked down his naked body as he kneeled on the mattress next to her. The surprise in them quickly turned to heat.
That was more like it.
“Well, hello, Chief Bryson, I think you forgot your uniform. Do you at least have your cuffs since I’m a bad girl?”
Max raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find a set somewhere in our bedroom. Is the cuff key still taped to the back of the headboard?”
“Why? Do you plan on wearing them?”
“Ooo. That was an actual purr.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “You like that?”
She lifted a finger and tilted her head for a long moment. “You know what I like? Silence. No screaming. No fighting. No pounding feet up and down the stairs. No barking dog as Chaos tries to herd them. Greg not yelling out random fucks and shits. No glass breaking. No slamming of doors.” She inhaled deeply through her nostrils, her eyelids fluttered shut and she exhaled a long, “Aaaaaaah.”
“Your extremely handsome husband’s a genius to make it happen. Just admit it.” He had suggested it to his parents, who jumped on the idea and decided to take all the grandkids—except for baby Levi—this morning and keep them overnight.
“An empty house might be the… Best. Christmas. Present. Ever!” She closed her eyes and flopped back onto the bed, her head bouncing off the pillows. “So freaking awesome.”
“I know. Now you owe me.”
“Mmm.” She opened one eye. “But empty house or not, I’m not giving you another baby.”
“It’s been five years.”
The other eye opened and she glared at him. “My dear, currently breathing husband who’s at risk right now to be smothered to death, we are not having a baby every five years. After last time, I realized five years isn’t long enough for me to forget. Everyone lied about that.” She lifted a hand. “And, you forget how old I am now. Way too old.”
Amanda jerked the pillow from under her head and whacked him with it. “You’re not supposed to agree. And, anyway, you got snipped.”
“If you remember, the doctor said it can be reversed. You know, in case I traded you in for a younger model.” Max grinned and shrugged.
“I guess I’m putting an ad for both you and Hannah in the penny shopper.”
“Nothing,” she muttered.
He sighed and reclined onto his side, facing Amanda and propping his head in his hand. “Listen, Levi coming into the family has made my paternal instincts kick in again.”
“Paternal instincts to do what? Change shitty diapers? Clean up projectile vomiting? What? What part do you miss?”
“Well, the puking part we still deal with.” Max swallowed down the saliva forming in his mouth. Sometimes he gagged just remembering about the god-awful messes their kids had made.
Amanda was also turning slightly green. “Okay, we need to stop talking about puke.”
“Agreed. That’s not what this was supposed to be about.”
“Shipping them all off and getting some alone time with my wife.”
“Mmm. That sounds better than babies. How long are they gone, again?”
“We won’t see them again until they’re opening presents under the tree at my parents’.”
Max’s grin widened. “Yes... That’s their Christmas present to us. A whole day and a whole night alone.”
“Oh. My. God. Just the word alone makes me want to orgasm.” Her hand slipped beneath the sheet.
“I already did,” he said, wiggling his brows.
“Ohhh.” Her brow furrowed. “Wait. The parade later…”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be in it and you can hide from them. I’m sure we can find you some costume to wear so they don’t recognize you.”
Amanda laughed. “You know I’m using that for future blackmail.”
“I’ll deny it.” He slipped his hand under the covers and ran it down her arm until he found where hers was. It was exactly where he thought. “But you can’t deny me,” he whispered.
“Well, I can. But before I trade you in on a new model myself, I’d like a ride in the old one.”
“You may have to grease the rusty parts first.”
Her lips twitched. “Same here.”
For fuck’s sake, he loved his wife. When he first encountered her by giving her a citation in the municipal parking lot, he never, ever thought over a decade later, they’d have two kids and a dog. She had been a spoiled rich brat—even she’d admit it—whose life had been turned upside down when she got guardianship of her special needs adult brother.
Worse, she had frustrated the hell out of him. But as she matured right before his eyes, he fell deeply in love with her and realized he couldn’t live without her. Even though she pushed every one of his damn buttons. On purpose.
But now, she was a great mother, a successful small business owner and the perfect partner for him. Nobody could put up with his hardheadedness of being a cop and a retired Marine quite like her. Thank fuck she could.
He had been teasing when he said he wanted a third kid, but when he thought about it, Amanda being pregnant with his babies had been the most beautiful thing in the world.
Now those babies were no longer babies and were quickly developing into clones of their stubborn parents. At least they got it honestly.
Even so, life was good, and he was a lucky son of a bitch.
He was also about to get lucky with the woman who was pushing his hand between her legs. As if he needed encouragement. His finger slipped between her folds, finding her already wet.
“Do you want me to shower first?”
“Do you need to?” He hadn’t yet. He’d been too busy getting the kids and Greg packed up and ready to head to his parents’.
“Well, you know… It’s been a while since you’ve used your mouth and I just want to make sure you didn’t forget your technique.”
“It hasn’t been that long,” he scoffed.
She lifted a perfectly plucked brow. It should be perfectly plucked. She practically lived in one of the chairs at Manes on Main. Teddy probably put a bronze name plaque on one just for her.
“When was the last time?” she quizzed him.
He pursed his lips.
“Exactly,” she said on a Hannah huff.
“Welllllll… We could do it in the shower, come back to the bed to do it again, and then do it in the shower a third time before the parade.”
“And after the parade?”
“After the parade we are doing it on every surface on and in this fucking house.”
She laughed and patted his cheek. “Look at you. Such confidence you can do it that many times in twenty-four hours. Such lofty aspirations.”
“You’ll be asleep after number two.”
“I will not,” she insisted.
“Then you’ll have to forego any wine so you can make it to number three before you start snoring.”
“Oh no. Sex pairs perfectly with a nice red.”
He smiled. “Yes. A nice red, freshly spanked ass.” He licked the tip of an invisible pencil. “I’ll be putting that on the agenda.”
“Oh my God. Are we now those fuddy-duddy type people who have to make an agenda for sex? Did we turn into them? Whatever happened to spontaneity?”
“Well. Greg happened. Then Hannah. And finally, Oliver,” he reminded her.
He leaned close and whispered, “But none of them are here. So, why are we wasting time?”
“Good point.” She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss. “So, shower?”
“Remember the first time we were in that shower together?”
She pressed a fingertip to her lips. “You mean the night you purposely didn’t tell me I was eating Bambi’s dad?”
“That’s the one,” he answered. “We could recreate that. Minus the dinner.”
“As long as we don’t recreate the next morning. I was pretty pissed at you.”
“Uh. You were a lot more than ‘pretty pissed.’ I had to grovel on my belly through hot coals and broken glass to get you back.” That was a miserable time in his life. He’d been a stubborn idiot and almost lost her.
“You deserved it.”
“I won’t argue that. I was avoiding commitment and look at us now.”
She laughed. “Yes, look at us now. Two old fuddy-duddies who have to have a long conversation before we have sex.”
“Fine. We’re not going to talk about it first, we’re just going to do it. Let’s make a pact that we’re just going to spontaneously fuck whenever and wherever we want until tomorrow morning.”
“Except for on the parade route this afternoon. We might get arrested by your own officers for indecent exposure, lewd acts, and corruption of minors.”
“Okay, let’s agree. We’ll keep the indecent exposure and lewd acts under our roof.”
“We haven’t done it in your new truck yet, either,” she reminded him.
He licked his invisible pencil again. “Okay, I’ll amend that to include the driveway.”
“And here we are talking about it again instead of doing it. We’ve already broken our pact.”
“We start now. Deal?”
Amanda nodded. “Deal.”
He grinned and took her mouth. He was done talking. Now was the time for action.
He sank the finger he’d been using to lightly strum her clit deep inside her. Her back arched and she sighed into his mouth.
Fuck, the sex with her had always been blazing hot. Even after all these years, it still was.
After seeing her in her tight, low cut jeans, high-heeled boots, and baby doll tee, striding across that parking lot with an attitude, he never looked at another woman again.
Not even in his dreams.
His wife was his fantasy come true. He could only hope he was hers.
He could only hope he could make her happy until her last breath.
He broke the kiss. “Baby…”
She pressed a finger to his mouth. “You know what I want you to do with that. And it’s not talking.”
He slipped his finger from her and rolled off the bed, heading toward the master bathroom.
“You’re not going to caveman carry me?” she called out. He could hear the pout in her voice.
He paused and glanced back over his shoulder. “If I pull something in my back, that’ll fuck up our plans. You want to risk it?”
Even though she muttered it under her breath, he still heard it. “See? I need that new and improved model.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” he insisted.
“I do love your ass. It’s still perfect.”
“Come and get it.” He smacked his bare ass cheek and went into the bathroom to start the shower.
“I don’t remember the shower being this small,” his naked wife said as she climbed in, accidentally elbowing him in the gut.
“You shower in it every day. Okay, maybe not every day. Some days you take shower strikes.” Max wrinkled up his nose.
“Very funny. I just mean with the two of us in it. Maybe we were more flexible back then.”
“It wasn’t that long ago, Mandy.” He shuffled backward so she could get under the spray.
She sighed as the hot water hit her. “There’s BC and AC. That first time was back in BC.”
She turned and backed her ass right into his cock. He was pretty sure it was by accident, but his cock didn’t care.
“Before children and after children,” she explained. “Your life is never the same in the AC years.”
“If you want, we can put them up for adoption,” he suggested.
She glanced over her shoulder, her auburn hair turning a dark brown as it got wet. “Oooh. Do you think anyone would notice?”
“The kids might.” He shrugged. “I’m sure they’d get over it after a while. But then we’d lose our tax deduction.”
“Damn,” she whispered. “Now we have to keep them.”
“Yeah, I think we’re stuck with them.”
She grabbed the body wash and just let it drop, landing right on the tip of his big toe.
“Hey! What did you do that for?”
She shrugged. “Well, I thought we were recreating that first time in this shower. Remember I dropped the soap? But at the time it was a bar of Dial, not a container of liquid gold you like from Bath and Bodyworks. You’re much more sophisticated now.”
“If you remember, the soap didn’t land on my foot since I was standing outside the shower when you did that. Even so, we could have pretended instead of you maiming me. I also had clothes on and, being impatient for all of my sexy, irresistible manliness, you dragged me into the shower to ravish me.”
“I did not.”
“You did, too! You couldn’t wait to get a piece of all this.” He waved his hand over his wet body. For forty-four, he was in pretty damn good shape, if he said so himself.
And he still got plenty of compliments when he was in uniform. Yeah, maybe they all came from his mother, but who cared? Those counted, right?
“Actually, if I remember correctly, I was out running and you were stalking me, then you kidnapped me and brought me to your lair to ravish me.”
“Can we just stick to our no-talking pact and get to the ravishing part?” he asked impatiently.
She ran a hand through her long, wet hair that stuck to her shoulders and back. Two kids and almost twelve years later, she was still as hot as when he’d brought her to his home for the first time.
Marriage and motherhood hadn’t dimmed his desire for her. Their issue with having intimate moments was simply finding the time and privacy.
But they were guaranteed the next twenty-four hours and the clock was ticking.
Better yet, his cock was on board with the agenda.
“Just so you know, you’ve ruined me for all other women,” he murmured against her warm skin.
“That was my evil plan.”
“You damn well succeeded.” He nibbled up her neck, causing her to shiver, even under the hot spray.
Oh yeah, they had twenty-four hours, he might take her there, too. He’d have to remember to check to make sure they had lube. If not, there had to be something in the kitchen that would work.
He mmm’d against her neck.
“You stopped nibbling. In your advanced age, did you lose track of what you were doing?”
“I didn’t. I got distracted by thinking of all the wicked ways I can fuck my wife.”
“Oooh. Last time I checked, I was your wife. I can’t wait to experience all that wickedness. Will you remember your ideas?”
“Pretty sure I will. Have a feeling, afterward, you will, too.”
She turned around almost knocking him backward, but he caught his balance. Barely.
Her hazel eyes were narrowed on him. “I don’t like that grin.”
He dropped his head until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers. “You forgot to pick up the soap.”
“Mmm hmm. I know that trick.”
His grin grew wider and he closed the gap between them, taking her mouth and exploring the recesses with his tongue. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and deepened the kiss with a moan that rose from within her.
Her beaded nipples brushed against his chest, teasing him. He cupped her breasts which were now bigger than when he first met her, and thumbed both nipples, drawing another moan from her.
He caught both between his fingers and slowly twisted them until she gasped into his mouth. He continued to twist until he knew it was to the point of painful and she finally broke the kiss, panting.
“Max,” she whispered, her eyes hooded and full of heat.
Fuck yes, she was his.
At first, he had stubbornly denied it for months, until the thought of losing her drove him crazy. Then he realized he couldn’t live without her.
And, fuck him, he couldn’t.
They were done talking.
He backed her up against the shower wall and went down on his knees.
It wasn’t to pick up the body wash.
Holy hell, he didn’t remember his knees hurting the last time they did this. He pushed past the discomfort. “Hold on, baby.”
Amanda grabbed his shoulders and he lifted her leg up over the arm he had braced against the tile, opening her thighs. With the other hand, he spread her pussy open.
Fuck yes, that glistening pink center was making his mouth water.
He licked and sucked the outer edges, his tongue sliding between them, tasting her. He tipped his eyes upward to see her head back against the wall, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as the water beaded on her skin.
He wanted that smile gone, her shouting his name and the result of her orgasm on his lips. He sucked harder on her clit until she jerked against him and a low, long, “Ohhhh,” came from between lips that were no longer curled upward but parted, instead.
That was more like it.
With a tilt of her hips, she gave him better access to stroke her slick slit with one finger while scraping his teeth lightly over her hard, sensitive nub.
“Max,” she breathed.
His cock was hard and throbbing and his balls tight with knowing she was getting wetter and soon he would get the chance to lose himself within her slick heat.
He slipped two fingers inside her and curved them, finding the spot that drove her wild, her hips following each deliberate stroke.
He knew how to get his wife tuned up. Knew what she liked, what she loved, what she wanted and needed. He was only happy to give it to her, because she gave him all of the same.
He kept strumming as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and felt her clench around him. Her breathing had become ragged, her nails now dug sharply into the flesh at his shoulders, but he didn’t let up.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Max... Keep... Keep... Don’t stop.”
He had no plans on stopping, not until she came, not until she was good and primed for his cock so he could take her directly to orgasm number two.
He didn’t think he could wait to get to the bed to slide inside her. No, he would take her in the shower before the water got too cold and then take her again in the bed.
For the next twenty-four hours, they’d make the most out of the gift they were given. Max might have to send his parents on a cruise as a thank you. He was pretty sure his brother, Marc, would pitch in since they were kid-free, too. Sort of. They couldn’t pass off one of them to the grandparents. But then, the child not being born yet was a good reason for it.
However, that wasn’t his concern. His focus was solely to get Amanda to hurry up and come so he could get them both there for her second time.
He reached up and tweaked a nipple as he sucked her clit more roughly, occasionally scraping it with his teeth as he drove his fingers home over and over.
Then she was there. Her back arched, her fingernails practically tore his skin and she cried out so loudly, the acoustics in the shower made it deafening.
But he didn’t give a shit. She could make him bleed, give him hearing loss, smother him to death between her thighs, it was all worth it.
All of it.
And when she was done, when the last ripple ebbed away, she drooped against the wall, dropped her head and stared down at him as he smiled up at her.
She smiled back and asked the same question she asked all those years ago. And it was just as breathless. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“Better than I remember.”
“What did we do next?”
“You just did, but I could eat.” Her voice was soft and suggestive, and it made his balls tighten even more. Precum was escaping from his cock as fast as it was being washed away by the water.
He could not wait a whole meal to be inside his wife.
He stood. Slowly. His knees cracking as he did so. As soon as he could smooth away the wince, he asked, “What are you hungry for?”
“You,” she said simply with a lazy smile.
He ran his thumb over her wet bottom lip. “I want to fuck you.”
“You will. But I need to satisfy my hunger first and then we can have breakfast before you take me to bed and remind me of why I married you in the first place.”
He lifted an eyebrow and grabbed the root of his cock. “You only married me for this?”
“It was the main selling point.” She pushed his hand away, grabbed it in her fist, giving it a good squeeze, and brushed her thumb across the crown.
As she went to her knees, he warned, “Once you get down there, it’s hard getting back up. Just give a signal if you need help.”
She tipped her face up to him. “Like the bat signal?”
“Just a simple ‘help’ would work.”
She pinned her lips together for a second before she dropped her head and took him fully into her mouth.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, digging his fingers into her soaked hair.
She’d take him deep, then, as she slid her mouth upward, she’d swirl her tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him almost whole again.
“Baby,” he groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair, resisting the urge to thrust.
It was beautiful.
Sexy as fuck.
He fisted her hair tighter and began to shift his hips just slightly, not wanting to full-out face fuck her.
Okay, he did want to, but knew from experience that could get ugly and could ruin the moment. So, he started with very shallow thrusts as her tongue swirled and licked and stroked along the thick ridge.
Jesus, if he let her keep going she was going to suck his brains right out of his cock.
He didn’t need his brains anymore, did he?
He couldn’t remember the last time she’d blown him like this. Most of the time, they were barely lucky enough to have undisturbed sex. So, to have her take her time and do this...
Christmas needed to come more often.
Once a month.
Twice a month.
Oh fuck. She gently worked his balls as she ran her lips up the underside of his throbbing cock. She squeezed the root tighter and slid her hand up the length, milking another thick, shiny drop of precum from it.
And fuuuuuuuuckkkkk. She lifted her eyes to his, stuck out her hot, pink tongue and licked it right off the tip like a melting ice cream cone.
He tried to swallow but his throat was tight as she once again slid him all the way into her wet, hot mouth, sucked hard and then pulled back until just the crown was between her lips.
“Fuck, baby,” came out in a groan. He got a better grip on her hair and began to thrust as far as her fist at his root allowed him.
But it was enough.
Holy hell, it was more than enough.
“’Manda,” he warned. Though, he was clenching his jaws so tightly he had to force it out.
He didn’t know if she tried to answer him around his cock or she simply hummed, but either way, she vibrated around him as her fingers worked his balls, and...
He slammed a hand onto the shower wall, dropped his head, shoved his hips forward one more time and came deep at the back of her throat. His cock pulsed and pulsed, expelling cum in hot jets. She did not release him, instead she accepted it all.
Even after he had stilled, she slowly worked him in and out of her mouth, until he was empty.
Completely fucking empty.
He sucked in oxygen and opened his eyes just in time to watch her let him slip from her mouth. He let the cooling water rinse him off as he offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
“Love you, Mandy.”
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Love you, too. Now turn off the water before we get hypothermia. Then my husband is going to make me a big pot of coffee and an even bigger breakfast for that expert head I just gave him.”
“I’ll make you an awesome dinner tonight, too, if I can have a repeat performance for dessert.”
“Not being greedy at all, are we?”
“Oh, fuck yes. I’m being so, so greedy. We both should be.”
“Mmm.” She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. “Then let’s dry off, you make breakfast while I dry my hair and then we can get cracking on that.”
She released him and as she stepped out of the shower, he turned it off and followed her.
The sharp crack of his palm against her wet ass sounded like a gunshot in the bathroom. He couldn’t resist doing it when she reached for her towel. Her ass was just so tempting.
“Buck up, buttercup. This is just the beginning.”
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” she warned him.
“Oh, being feisty, are we?”
“I had a dream you were going to spank me and our—one of those small people we won’t mention right now—interrupted me.”
“You haven’t been in trouble lately.”
“Oh, I need to be bad? I can arrange that. I was always good at being bad.”
He grabbed his own towel, paused in front of her, pressed his lips to hers and murmured, “And always bad at being good, but if you want a good spanking, all you have to do is ask,” against them.
“And you will do your duty as a good husband and discipline your wife.”
“Damn, I like the sound of that.” Max finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist as his wife moved to the vanity and grabbed a hairdryer. “Meet you at the breakfast table.”
“Make sure you make lots of carbs, Max. You’re going to need them,” she called out as he left the bathroom. “Along with loads of caffeine so you don’t fall asleep.”
“Got it. Coffee and French toast coming right up.” With a grin, he took one last glance at Amanda standing in front of the mirror totally naked, drying her hair. And then he forced himself to get dressed and make them breakfast.
“Just so you know, when I see you later all hot and handsome in your dress uniform riding on the back of that convertible, I’m going to remember this moment and have a mini-orgasm.”
The metal cuffs rattled. “This only rates a mini?”
“Well, I don’t want to be too obvious when I have it. I only want you to think about me having it as you’re up there waving at the citizens that you protect and serve.”
Amanda grinned as she rose up on his cock and paused at the very top. “Then you can punish me later.” She slid back down slowly, knowing it was torturing him to go at that pace.
Max blew out a loud breath.
Being a type-A, purely alpha male of both the cop and Marine variety, he rarely let her cuff him to the bed. And before he did, he’d checked three times to make sure a cuff key was taped behind the headboard where he could reach it.
But since she was currently riding his cock, he had no complaints about being restrained. In fact, he had welcomed it so he could do it to her later. She was fine with him doing it to her, too, since she trusted him one hundred percent. And the man had some mad skills in bed.
Another reason she wore his ring.
But right now, she was in control, even though his legs weren’t bound in any manner and it wouldn’t take him long to get free if he was determined to shift that control.
She wouldn’t complain about that, either. She loved when her husband went all caveman on her. Gripping her hair and ripping her head back, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks and then fucking her so hard, she could hardly catch her breath.
Max groaned as that thought had made her clench tight while she ground herself against his lap, driving his cock deeper.
He bent his knees and planted his feet into the mattress, tilting her forward. Without a word between them, she knew what he wanted. Sliding her hands over his still hot-as-hell chest and up his well-defined, restrained arms pulled over his head, she leaned forward until one of her nipples was barely touching his lips. She slid the tip along the seam of his mouth, tempting him.
He resisted for only a second before a little growl escaped him and he captured it, sucking it hard. It was like his lips pulled a sensual string connected from her nipple all the way to her pussy, and she tightened around him again as she lifted and fell.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbled against her flesh.
“No talking. Keep doing... Yesss... that.” Their eyes connected as he continued to wreak havoc on her sanity. Those crystal blue eyes had caught her attention so long ago, and still made her melt as she stared into them.
Gripping his wrists, she began to move faster and in response, his attention to her breasts turned rougher. Nipping, sucking, scraping, licking.
God, she loved when he gave her breasts his full attention. He had control of those while she kept control of his cock, using it to work herself to a crescendo.
“Max,” she whimpered, unable to stop her eyes from closing to just lose herself in the pleasure he was giving and she was taking.
A sharp bite made her open her eyes. And, again, no words were needed. They knew each other that well. She locked hers with his again and continued to ride him hard and fast. His attention to her nipples became more intense and he tensed beneath her.
He was close.
Luckily, so was she.
“Max,” she whimpered again, struggling to keep her eyes on his as the pressure built within her, within him. His cock got even harder as he most likely struggled to wait on her.
But he didn’t have to wait long.
She cried out as her pussy pulsated around his twitching cock. They managed to come at the same time and she kept riding him, but slowed the pace until she was done, he was done and the only thing left was their heavy breathing and racing hearts.
As he released her peaked nipple, she collapsed on him with a satisfied smile, not caring his body was damp with sweat, because so was hers.
That just gave them another excuse to share the shower before they both headed off to the Christmas Parade.
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