An Old-Fashioned Christmas Page 6

  “Hey, that wasn’t supposed to make you sad.”

  “It doesn’t. It’s a happy tear.”

  He gave her a crooked smile. “We’d all be lost without you, Anna, my love. That’s why I take your health and safety so seriously. Because you are everything to me.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “You’re everything to me too.”

  And it was because she adored him and their children so much that she wanted to be everything they needed. But there was only so much of her to go around and she felt worn thin.

  Heath pushed all thought from her brain as he moved his mouth down her neck, licking and nipping in turns. She brushed her hands over his chest then down until she could wrap one hand around his thick cock.

  He groaned and thrust himself into her grasp. “Baby, that feels so good.”

  “I know how to make it feel better,” she suggested.

  He drew himself up, staring down at her as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. She rubbed her thumb over the head, pressing lightly on the slit. The muscles in his neck were tense, she could see him swallow. He was fighting for control.

  Then he shook his head. “Much as I appreciate the offer, tonight is about you, darlin’.”

  “But I want to.”

  “Later. Right now, I’m having my fun.”

  Well, who was she to tell him he couldn’t have fun? He licked over her nipple then sucked it into his mouth. He moved between them, playing with them. Sucking hard then licking lightly. Her breath came faster and faster. She was dying here. She needed him to touch her clit. To push his way inside her. To take her. And the sooner the better.

  “Heath, please,” she begged.

  She could swear she felt him smile. He moved off the bed and she bit back a protest. Grabbing hold of her ankles, he dragged her towards the edge of the bed. She laughed at his caveman tactics. But her laughter fled as he pushed her legs back towards her chest. Keeping one hand on each of her thighs, he knelt on the floor then dropped his mouth to her exposed pussy.

  Anna had to quickly grab a pillow to muffle her cries. The last thing she needed was for someone to hear her screaming and come to investigate.

  And oh God, did she want to scream. The things that man could do with his tongue. It set her insides on fire. He moved one hand away from her leg.

  “Keep your legs there,” he warned before he pushed two fingers deep inside her, thrusting them in and out as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. In this position, she was completely open to him. There wasn’t an inch he didn’t cover with his tongue. There was no hiding from him—not that she really wanted to.

  It didn’t take long until waves of orgasm rushed through her, making her head spin, catching her breath in her lungs before it whooshed out on a cry. She grabbed hold of the pillow tightly, muffling her cries. Her clit throbbed with each aftershock. The waves slowed as she drifted down from her high. Reaching up, Heath pulled the pillow away from her face. He smiled down at her.

  “All right, baby?”

  “Ahh, yeah, I’m good.” Better than good. Amazing. Wonderful.

  Heath just grinned. Then he grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it inside her. Filling her. Lighting her from the inside out. He pushed deep, her pussy rippling around him. He drew in a breath. “I am not going to last long if you keep doing that.” He pulled back, thrust inside her.

  Neither was she.

  She reached for the pillow again, certain she was going to need it. Heath grabbed hold of it first, tossing it away.

  “Heath! I need that.”

  “No, you don’t. I want to see you.”

  “What if someone hears me?”

  “I’ll make sure they don’t,” he promised her. “Trust me.”

  She did. So she clasped hold of him and hung on for the ride. And it was a hell of a ride. Her pulse raced as she met him thrust for thrust, taking him deep. Her arousal grew until she sat at the edge. Just before she fell over, he leaned down and took her mouth with his, muffling both their cries as they came.

  Ten minutes later, Anna lay against Heath’s side. Her head resting on his chest. “I need to move.” She yawned. She was sleepy and warm and sated and she wished she could just stay where she was.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “I have to put my gown back on.” She tried to get up and he tightened his hold around her. “Heath, I also need to clean up.”

  “Stay there.”

  He gave her a stern look that told her she better obey him, or else. Then he stood and walked into the attached bathroom. She heard the tap run before he came back with a wet cloth in hand.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded. She blushed as he wiped her clean. She knew better than to suggest she do it herself. Even after all these years together, she still found herself growing embarrassed when he took care of her this way. He cleaned her thoroughly then threw the cloth away and climbed back into bed with her, pulling her close.

  “My gown,” she said sleepily.

  “I want you lying next to me naked.”

  “What if one of the kids wake up and come in?”

  “Let me worry about that.” But he reached down and drew the blankets up over them both. “What time are you leaving in the morning?”

  “Ten, Frankie said.”

  “Good. I don’t want to see you downstairs until after nine tomorrow.”

  Her eyes widened. “Heath, I can’t do that. I’ve got to get up early. I’ve got things to do around here before I leave.”

  “Leave me a list. I’ll take care of it all.”

  “But you’re looking after the kids.”

  He rolled her onto her back, looming over her. “You worried I can’t take care of everything here?”

  Heavens no. She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything Heath couldn’t do. She shook her head.

  He kissed her. “That’s what I thought. You’re going to go and have a good time. Relax. I’ll look after everything here. And that’s an order.”

  Yes, sir.

  5

  Frankie and Tom

  Tom entered the bedroom, sneaking inside. Frankie had left a bedside lamp on and he could see her sprawled across the bed, limbs spread out wide, the covers kicked off. He shook his head with a smile. He moved towards the bed, shedding his clothes quickly and putting them in a pile next to the bed. He pulled the covers up and over her before slipping under them to cuddle into his sleeping wife.

  She murmured something he couldn’t decipher, then pressed her bottom back against him. He nearly groaned as she rubbed against his already hard cock. He had no intention of waking her. She’d been a whirlwind lately, getting them all here, buying Christmas gifts, organizing the trip tomorrow for all of her sisters-in-law. She needed her rest.

  But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her.

  He thought about the pregnancy test Heath had found. Could it be theirs? They’d decided they’d had their miracle with Charlotte and Zeke. And Frankie was on birth control. Maybe she’d slipped up, though. Was that why she didn’t want to tell him? Did she think he wouldn’t be happy?

  He could see her doing just that. Maybe he should make it clear how thrilled he would be to have another child. Give her a chance to confess.

  “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” she asked sleepily.

  “Shh,” he told her, rolling his eyes at the corny joke. “Go back to sleep.”

  She rolled over and pressed herself against him. “Can’t. Your banana is prodding me.”

  “Me and my banana are fine. And stop calling it a banana.”

  She snorted out a laugh. “I like bananas.”

  “Do you? Plural?”

  Her giggles filled the room and he smiled. Then he groaned as she reached down and grasped hold of his shaft.

  “No, just one.” Her voice was slightly breathless. “It’s more than enough.”

  “Frankie, you need to let go now and roll over and go to sleep before all my good intent
ions fly out the window.”

  “Good intentions are overrated.” She scooted down under the covers then wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock. She swallowed him down. Her hand kept a firm grasp around the base of his shaft as she drew him in and out of her hot mouth.

  He nearly came then and there, a small burst of pre-cum erupting from his dick. She hummed happily, cupping his balls with her free hand, playing with them, squeezing them lightly.

  “Frankie, I can’t hold back.” She moved faster, sucking stronger. The orgasm built in his balls, trying to burst free. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep from coming.

  “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

  She took him deep and swallowed. That was all it took to send him crashing over the edge. She swallowed him down, then when he was finished, took her time licking his shaft, which still stood at half-mast.

  He lay on his back then reached down and pulled her up so she lay sprawled on his chest. Then he smacked his hand down on her ass.

  “Hey! What was that for?”

  “I told you to go back to sleep.”

  “Are you really upset?” She kissed along his jaw.

  He grinned. “Horribly.”

  “Horribly, huh? I’m the one still wanting here.”

  “Maybe you should go to sleep wanting. Might make you think twice about disobeying me.”

  “Good luck with that.”

  Yep, that was his thought as well. He lightly smacked her ass twice more. She pushed her pussy against his cock, making him groan. “You’re not really going to leave me on the edge here, are you?”

  “Hmm, am I?”

  She slapped his shoulder and with a laugh, he rolled her onto her back. He moved his way down her body, laying kisses on silken skin, running his tongue around her hard nipples until he reached her plump, moist pussy. He spread her lips and ran his thumb over her clit. Up and down. Around. Up and down. Around.

  She writhed on the bed, her hands caught in the sheets. “Tom! Please. Don’t play with me.”

  He thrust two fingers deep and she groaned. By now his cock was rising again. Need filled him. He had to be inside her. He rolled her onto her front. “Up on your knees, split those legs wide.”

  He knelt behind her, giving her two more smacks to the ass. “You’re a brat, Frankie Sanders.”

  “You wouldn’t have me any other way.” She grinned at him over her shoulder as he entered her slick heat. He paused and they both took a deep breath. Reaching around her, he flicked his finger over her swollen clit as he drove deep inside.

  No, he damn well wouldn’t.

  6

  Kent, Bryony and Cam

  Bryony looked down at the babe nursing from her breast with a soft smile. She pushed off with her feet, making the chair rock them back and forth. They’d been given the spare bedroom with an attached dressing room so that Mac could sleep in here. Heath had even brought in this rocking chair for her to use for feeding him.

  She looked up as Cam walked into the dimly lit room. She kept a nightlight on so she could find her way when Mac woke up. Cam moved closer and placed his hand on her shoulder, staring down at the baby attached to her nipple. Then he bent and gave her a soft kiss. Happiness filled her. She didn’t think it was possible to love her men more. They’d given her everything. A home. Love. A family. Two beautiful children. Joshua was sleeping in the room next door with Wyatt. Brax and Holly were across the hall while Heath, Frankie and their families slumbered upstairs. This was something she’d never dreamed she would have. A proper, family Christmas.

  For a girl who’d once had to sleep in her car and hadn’t known where her next meal was coming from this seemed like a true miracle.

  Kent walked in and leaned against the doorway, watching them.

  Mac popped off, fast asleep. Cam picked him up in his big hands. She loved watching her men with their children. They were so patient and caring. Protective.

  As Cam placed Mac in the portable cot, she tucked herself back into her nightgown, doing up the buttons. She stood and swayed a little as dizziness assaulted her.

  Suddenly big hands were there, supporting her, pressing her against a warm chest. She looked up into Kent’s concerned gaze. He scooped her up into his arms and stepped out of the room. Cam followed, partially closing the door behind him so they could still hear Mac easily.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Kent asked worriedly.

  “I’m fine.” She smiled up at him and patted his chest.

  “Really? Because you looked like you were going to faint.”

  Cam had left the room.

  “I think I just stood up too fast, that’s all.”

  Kent set her down on the bed, leaning her back against the headboard. He sat, facing her, and placed his hand over her forehead. “You don’t feel hot.”

  “I’m not ill, really.” The last thing she needed was for them to think she needed to stay in bed. She had too much to do.

  Cam walked back into the room with a glass of water and an apple. She raised her eyebrows. “You cannot be hungry after all that meatloaf you ate tonight.”

  Cam’s face turned dreamy. “Yum. Meatloaf. Anna makes the best meatloaf.”

  “Is that so? Are you saying my meatloaf isn’t any good?”

  He opened his eyes. Wide. “What? No. You make amazing meatloaf, my love.”

  “Way to dig yourself into a hole, bro,” Kent said dryly.

  “Your meatloaf is divine. It is heaven on a fork.”

  “Yeah, now you’re just being ridiculous.” She grinned. “We all know the only way to make my meatloaf edible is to soak it in a bowl of ketchup. It’s okay. Anna’s giving me her recipe.”

  “Well, it’s not like you don’t have many other talents,” Cam told her with a wink.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Get your mind off sex,” Kent growled at him. “Bryony nearly fainted.”

  “I didn’t nearly faint.” She patted Kent’s hand. “I just felt a little dizzy.”

  “There’s a difference?”

  She sighed. “Kent, you’re overreacting. Honestly, don’t you ever feel a bit lightheaded when you stand up too fast?”

  “No.”

  “He’s too hardheaded to ever feel lightheaded,” Cam said.

  Both she and Kent groaned. Kent shook his head. “That was lame.”

  Cam sniffed. “I thought it was clever. Here.” He handed her the glass of water. “You might be dehydrated. You have to keep up your fluids when you’re breastfeeding. And your energy.”

  “When did you become the expert on breastfeeding?” she asked. She hadn’t been able to breastfed Joshua, much to her disappointment, but things had gone easier with Mac.

  “I read,” he told her with fake hurt.

  “He watched that breastfeeding DVD the midwife gave you,” Kent explained. “And he’s right. You’re not drinking or eating enough.” He nodded at the glass of water and she took a few sips.

  Cam sat on her other side and handed her the apple.

  “I’m really not hungry. It hasn’t been that long since dinner.”

  “It’s been hours,” Cam told her. “I considered heating up some more meatloaf.”

  She shook her head at him. He was a bottomless pit. He could eat and eat and not gain an ounce. It wasn’t fair.

  “And you didn’t eat that much,” Kent said with a frown. “Eat the apple.”

  “I ate plenty.” She gave him an exasperated look. “I’m not that active at the moment. I don’t need a lot to eat.”

  “Ryder ate more than you,” Cam pointed out.

  “Ryder is Batman. He needs lots of energy to fight off the bad guys.” She grinned. Ryder was Anna and Heath’s little boy and he was gorgeous. And he really did think he was Batman. He’d told her earlier today that she didn’t need to worry, he’d keep the bad guys away from baby Mac.

  “Maybe I should go get Tom. He can check you over,” Kent said.

  She grabbed hold of his hand. “
Don’t you dare. Honestly, I feel much better. Cam is right, I probably need to drink more.”

  “And eat more,” Cam insisted. He frowned at her. “You look a little pale to me.”

  “She’s not warm.”

  Cam put his fingers over her pulse. “Heartbeat seems fine.”

  “Guys, you’re overreacting.”

  “Maybe she should stay in bed tomorrow,” Kent said.

  “I can’t stay home tomorrow,” she said with a hint of panic. “Unless you need help with Mac, that is.” She felt a bit guilty for leaving her baby. It would be the first time she’d have spent time apart from him.

  “We will be fine looking after Mac,” Cam told her. “You’re the one we’re worried about.”

  “I don’t like the idea of you getting dizzy while you’re out,” Kent added.

  “I’ll be fine. I promise. I feel great now.” Well, not great. She felt like she could sleep for a week. And she was a little hungry. Plus, she had her own reasons for wanting to go into town. There was something she needed to get. In private.

  “Hmm, we’ll see how you are in the morning. Any dizziness and you’re staying home,” Kent dictated.

  “And you’re going to eat a good breakfast,” Cam added.

  “You’re not dieting, are you?” Kent gave her a firm look.

  “No.” She bit her lip nervously then stopped herself.

  “Are you lying, Bryony?” Kent’s voice had deepened. Uh-oh.

  “I’m not lying. I’m not really dieting. Just watching what I eat. I put on a lot of weight with Mac.” Weight she wasn’t used to carrying around and really wanted to get rid of. Although that was seeming kind of impossible.

  “No dieting,” Kent told her firmly.

  She opened her mouth to argue when he pressed a finger to her lips. “No. No arguments. You need to take good calories in when you’re breastfeeding, to make sure you have plenty of energy. That’s probably why you felt dizzy before. Bryony, you had a baby three months ago. Of course, you’re not going to go immediately back to the body you had before.”