A McKenzie Christmas Read online

“Of course I did.”

  “Sebastian—”

  “Carla.” He chuckled. “I promise that I found it in a tree. If I’d bought you that for Christmas I would say so. I mean, I’d want the credit for your smile.”

  “Okay, I believe you.”

  Sebastian lived to make her smile and he hated it when she was under the weather. Carla would tease him sometimes, saying that he fussed more than his mother did.

  “So, you still haven’t told me if you’ve named her?” He grinned.

  She shook her head and laughed. “Buttons.”

  “Buttons? What kind of name is that?” He grumbled as he followed her back into the living room.

  “It’s a good name. The little thing is white apart from the black dot on her nose. I’d rather call her Buttons than Dot.”

  Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

  Carla sniggered. “I learned from the best, and the most handsome.”

  “Hmm, buttering me up will get you everything.”

  “I don’t need to butter you up,” she stepped into his space and curved her free hand around his neck, “because I know you love me as much as I love you.”

  “I love you more.” He grinned, and stole a quick kiss, knowing that argument would go on forever if he let it.

  Carla’s eyes filled with heat before she gave him a heart-stopping smirk that made him think of naughty things. “I’m not getting into that right now. We can argue about that when we’re both naked and you’re begging me to put your dick inside me,” she purred.

  Sebastian hardened at her words, wondering if they could get away with a quickie before his dad appeared to help him get the huge tree from his truck to the hole out front. The ground had been frozen so he’d borrowed some heavy equipment from one of the McKenzie construction sites to get it dug. His nearest and dearest admitted she’d always wanted a Christmas tree outside with lights covering it. So of course he bought the biggest one he’d found on the tree lot. He still wondered whether he’d have to call Ramon and Noah over to help as well because the thing was heavy as hell.

  “That will be your dad,” Carla grinned.

  “He has bad timing,” he grumbled.

  “No, he doesn’t. I’m impatient to get the tree decorated and lit.” Carla was so damned excited over the tree that she had Sebastian forgetting about his horny dick and he grinned with her.

  “I’ll go and find out the plan to getting the thing off my truck while you find a secure place to keep Buttons.”

  Carla reached up and whispered against his lips, “I love you.” Her lips sealed his response in his mouth, which turned to a groan when she gave him her tongue.

  His hand grabbed hold of her ass and brought her hard against him, but a ‘meow’ broke them apart. They’d nearly crushed the kitten between them.

  Sebastian groaned, rearranged his dick and after a quick kiss to his wife, headed outside.

  “It’s good that I picked your brother and Noah up,” his dad commented as he stared at the tree. His hands were firmly planted on his hips and his mouth was twisted into a sour frown.

  Sebastian stood beside his dad and looked at the tree as well. Really, it wouldn’t be too bad except the trunk was really thick and it was large enough to be cumbersome to move.

  Ramon nudged him, and Sebastian had to laugh as he noticed the same expression on his brother’s face.

  “Can’t we split it in half?” Ramon asked, not helpful at all.

  “Did you come to help get the tree planted or to drink coffee with my wife?” Sebastian grouched.

  Ramon grinned and glanced toward the house. Sebastian sighed as his brother and Noah raced away from the tree and up the steps to the cabin. His dad laughed as the door slammed shut behind them. Sebastian grinned back at his dad; his brother and his partner wouldn’t be inside long because Carla wanted this tree up, and soon, so there’d be no coffee or cookies until the tree was planted.

  “We’ll wait for the kids to come back out here and then we’ll get it out, son.” His dad rubbed his shoulder in a gesture that was all too familiar. A man of little words, his father, but the hand gesture was something he’d done since Sebastian had been small, and he grew up to realize that it was his father’s way of showing his love. They all relished it.

  “I’m surprised you had time to come down here. Doesn’t Mom have you running around like usual?” His mom was really the glue that held the family together. She’d given a welcome to Carla and to each of his brothers’ girls without a second thought.

  He shook his head. “She’s baking up a storm in the kitchen with Rosie and I was apparently in the way.” He chuckled. “I think what she meant when she said I needed to find something to do was that I needed to stop eating the Snickerdoodles.”

  Sebastian straightened from where he was slouched against his truck. “Snickerdoodles? Mom made Snickerdoodles and you didn’t bring any?”

  “Son, you know your mother when she has her mind set. They’re for Christmas Day. So it’s hands off or get an apron to help replace the ones in your stomach.”

  Sebastian laughed. “I can’t believe Mom would even suggest that you help bake.”

  “Me either, son. I think it was a ruse to get me out of there. Girl talk and all that.”

  “Rosie’s okay, right?”

  “I think so. She had a beautiful smile on her face, and I saw Ruben drop her off. I actually thought they’d be getting it on, in his car, outside the front door.” His dad chuckled. “If there is something going on, it isn’t between them two.”

  “Okay, here they come.” He referred to Ramon and Noah, but he laughed when he caught his wife in the background shaking her head at something Noah said.

  “You annoying my wife?”

  “Nope.” Noah grinned. “I was annoying my sister.” He smirked.

  “Ass.”

  “Okay, boys. I’ve got better things to do today than stand around listening to you arguing.” At least their father managed to shut them up.

  After about ten minutes of debating the best way to get the tree planted, they tied rope around the end and, using their combined strength, dragged the thing from the bed of the truck. It was no easy task because it weighed a ton, but, at least, it was out. Now just to get the thing planted so his wife could get it decorated. Not that she was going up any ladders; he’d be doing that bit.

  “We’ve got this,” his dad stated as they struggled to keep the thing upright while they dropped it into the hole he’d dug.

  By the time they were done, they had all worked up a sweat, but Sebastian had to admit that the tree looked good. Hopefully, it would continue to grow and stay healthy because the majority of its roots had still been attached. He sure as hell didn’t plan on doing that every December.

  “I think we all deserve coffee and cake. Carla baked earlier as a treat for putting in the tree.” Sebastian chuckled though when he realized he spoke to their backs. They were already on their way inside.

  You’d think that they hadn’t eaten. He didn’t know a McKenzie who’d refuse homemade cake.

  “Where did you put Buttons again?” Sebastian asked, as he walked into his bedroom, not seeing his wife.

  Carla chuckled from the en suite. “Sebastian McKenzie, you are one soft guy.”

  He followed her voice and went instantly hard when he found her naked, having just gotten out of the shower. When she turned to hang the towel back on the rack, he pressed up against her ass, his arm around her stomach held her close. “There’s nothing soft about me, baby.” His face nuzzled into the curve of her neck and he was in heaven. The woman in his arms meant the world to him. She was his everything.

  “She’s in the bathroom down the hall with her litter tray, food, and water. She’ll be fine.” She pressed her ass against his groin and rubbed. “Mmm, Sebastian,” she sighed.

  His breath caught at the back of his throat as arousal shot through him and his hands reached up to cup her breast
s. They were firm and filled his hands. Her nipples hardened under his touch as his dick throbbed behind his zipper.

  Carla always made him feel like a horny teenager who wanted to get off constantly. He would be naked with her every minute of every day if he could.

  “Bed.” He pinched her nipples. “Now.”

  He didn’t give her chance to move, and picked her up into his arms and carried her to their huge bed where he laid her under him.

  He found it sexy being completely clothed while Carla wasn’t. He had sweats and a T-shirt on but every contour of her nude body could be felt against him. One particular part of him was hard as steel and pressed against her soft thigh; with a pulse of its own it throbbed.

  Her hands helped him to pull his tee off and when he smiled down into her eyes, he let her see all the love he felt for her.

  She reached up and cupped his face, her thumb stroking his lips. “Make love to me.”

  “Always.” He bent and captured her lips with his.

  As their tongues swirled together and mated, she urged his sweats past his hips and then used her feet to push them down his legs.

  He groaned because with Carla’s movements his dick took up residence between her thighs, his balls pressed against her wet pussy. He swore that one day he’d have enough control over his body’s reaction to his wife that he’d last all night, but, as he looked down at her, all he wanted was to be buried deep inside her warmth.

  He grinned and dipped down to capture one of her dark nipples into his mouth before he kissed his way down her body. He nuzzled her stomach as he kissed the sensitive skin and then he inhaled her.

  He laid flat on his stomach between her thighs, and buried his face in her pussy. She was so wet for him, and he knew she wanted more. Her legs rested over his shoulders and nothing felt as good, well, besides his cock being where his tongue was about to go.

  His first taste of her in over a day and he couldn’t control the urge to rock his hips. Her nectar coated his tongue while his dick tingled and dripped with precum between his belly and the bed. He didn’t stop though.

  *

  Sebastian’s tongue was wicked and, the minute he touched her, Carla’s senses swam. She gripped the quilt under her and prayed he’d let up, even though she knew he wouldn’t. Her husband loved having his face between her thighs and, on a few occasions, had gotten off when he brought her to climax.

  The combination of his tongue and fingers would send her into bliss within seconds, and today was proving to be the same.

  His hands curved under her ass to hold her open and then his eyes met hers. She knew that look. He wanted to watch her fall apart on his mouth.

  Cupping her breasts, she rolled and pinched her nipples as Sebastian’s eyes went dark with lust. She didn’t miss his hips as they constantly rolled into the bed.

  “Inside me,” she gasped, changing her mind. “Oh, God, Sebastian. I want you to come inside me. Now.”

  Her husband surged up like his ass was on fire and thrust into her. She didn’t have time to catch her breath before their lips sealed together and her vaginal walls started to milk Sebastian’s release from him.

  They groaned and gasped and Carla couldn’t stop her pussy from clenching hold of Sebastian’s cock. She felt his hot seed as he filled her up, but all it did was set her off again as she screamed her ecstasy into his mouth. Her pussy and breasts were so sensitive, more so than ever before. Even when Sebastian tried to ease her down with his slow thrusting, her body trembled and rippled against his length. Their gaze met and held, as her slow blast of ecstasy washed over them both.

  Sebastian was still hard inside her, but she had no clue how he’d find the energy to go another round. Her orgasm had lasted longer than any before and had felt amazing. Her pussy had pulled on her husband’s hard flesh, which had him coming hard, and long. In fact, he’d released so much jizz that she felt it running out of her while he slowly moved.

  “Fuck,” Sebastian finally breathed, his head dropping to her shoulder. “You nearly killed me.”

  She tried to tug him down on top of her but, instead, he rolled to his side, and dragged one of her legs over the curve of his hip to keep them joined.

  “I have no words.”

  “You milked everything out of me, babe.”

  She smiled against him while he made sure she was comfortable, and then he mumbled. “Go to sleep.”

  She felt him slip out of her just as she drifted into sleep.

  “How are you feeling?” Sebastian asked on the way up to the doctor’s office.

  Carla gave him a weak smile but it was short lived as she turned green before his eyes. She twisted toward the window and rolled it down before she drew in a deep breath of crisp, fresh air. “I’m okay, just have a little car sickness,” she said when her color finally came back.

  Sebastian nodded and slid his free hand into hers as he navigated into the parking lot. He didn’t say anything, but Sebastian was sure that he knew what was wrong with her…even if his clueless wife didn’t. Or, at least, he hoped he was right about what was actually wrong. Despite the brave front, Sebastian knew that Carla had to be worried. This morning, when he broached the subject of a doctor’s visit, Carla had agreed, which was unlike her. There was no way that Carla would go to the doctor’s if she thought it was just a common cold or something similar.

  “I’m not too bad now. At least, I don’t think I am.” She chewed her lip and met his stare. “Perhaps we should go home. She’s probably busy and it was probably something I ate.”

  “No. We’re here now so we might as well get you checked out. And, if you think about it, you didn’t eat all night so it can’t be something you ate. You’d have been sick last night if that was the case.”

  “True.”

  He knew that his wife hated visiting the doctor’s and that she’d wanted to stay home. But she’d felt unwell for a few mornings now and he wondered…

  “We’re here,” he announced, unnecessarily, considering the elevator had stopped with the doors swooshing open.

  “Perhaps the doc needs to check you out because you’re acting strange,” Carla said dryly.

  He smiled but didn’t rise to her bait. “No stranger than usual, babe.”

  She raised a brow in his direction before they were interrupted.

  “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie, the doctor is waiting for you both.” The receptionist seemed pleasant enough.

  He held the door for her and, as they walked inside, the doctor got to her feet. “Carla, come in and have a seat.”

  Being inside the room always made him nervous. He had no idea why because he’d never had a bad experience at the doctor’s.

  He took hold of his wife’s hand when he sat beside her and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t sure how he was going to ask the doc to give her the test that he wanted.

  “So, what’s the problem?”

  “I’ve been unwell,” Carla started. “I mean the past few mornings, well actually, it’s been around two weeks that I haven’t felt that great.”

  “She felt sick this morning,” he chimed in.

  The doc met Sebastian’s gaze and her eyes widened when she realized why they had the appointment. Sebastian gave a slight shake to his head when the doc glanced to Carla and then back to him.

  The doc coughed as though she needed to clear her throat, and hid a smile behind her hand. “Okay then. I’d like to get some blood work done, and I’d like you to give a urine sample. There are cups in the restroom that you can use, and leave it with the nurse when you’re ready.”

  Carla nodded as the doctor checked her blood pressure and temperature. She jotted down a few notes and then said, “Go and give me a urine sample and then we’ll get your blood drawn,” before she slipped out of the door. Sebastian could barely keep his excitement under control.

  “Sebastian?” Carla murmured. “You seem too happy about me being sick.”

  “Shush, babe. Everything will be fin
e. Just go in there, drop your panties and get this over with.” He smirked.

  Carla smacked his arm. “Drop my panties. What’s wrong with you?”

  “Honey, that’s the only way you’re going to pee in the cup.”

  “Ugh! I knew I should have come on my own,” she mumbled as he watched her disappear inside the restroom.

  Perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea for him to tell her to drop her panties. All he could see in his head was her silky smooth ass as he pounded into her while she was on her hands and knees.

  His brothers always razzed him about having sex on the brain, and for the first time, he actually agreed with them.

  *

  When she had a sample, Carla slipped into the nurse’s office and had her blood taken before they went back into the small room. They sat together as Sebastian clasped her hand…each lost in their own thoughts as they waited. The clock ticked by and it felt like forever, although it was only fifteen minutes before the doctor slipped back into the room.

  “So, we have everything that we need from you, but I will need you to book some follow up appointments.” The doctor stared down at her tablet as she read Carla’s file. Panic filled Carla…more appointments! What was wrong with her?

  Looking up, the doctor smiled and relief flooded through Carla—it couldn’t be anything too serious if she smiled liked that…which probably meant…

  “And I see that congratulations are in order.”

  Carla’s mouth dropped in surprise as she whispered, “What?” She knew what the doctor meant but her brain wasn’t processing the words.

  “You’re pregnant.”

  Carla felt her face drain of color at the doctor’s words as her mind whirled around the fact. How was it possible? She was on the pill so that her and Sebastian could enjoy the feel of him inside her without a condom. Plus she loved him coming inside her so they hadn’t used anything for a while. But pregnant?

  “How exactly did that happen?”

  Carla’s question wiped the smile off Sebastian’s face, but he answered with amusement, “If the doc wasn’t sitting there, I’d show you?”

  Carla groaned and smiled. In fact, she didn’t smile, she beamed when she realized that Sebastian was happy that she was pregnant. But then another thought hit her, “Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes at Sebastian. “How did you know I was pregnant?”