A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (18 page)

He followed Law out of the bedroom, his mate snapping his head back and forth, and then quickly took off down the stairs. Josh laughed and shook his head. If Maverick was going to hand Law a manuscript, there was nothing his mate could do about it. Maverick had his evil Jedi ways, and he knew the alpha would find Law.

He doubted Law was going to be in it, but it was fun to watch him sweat it out. He spotted Gabby and Nevada coming down the hall with a plate of cookies.

“Mewwy Cwistmas,” Nevada sang happily.

Aw, now wasn’t he adorable? Josh bent down, giving Nevada a quick hug. “Merry Christmas to you, too, buddy.” Josh felt a tightening to his pants as he stood. He reached behind him and pulled at the waistband. He must be putting on a few extra pounds from all the holiday cookies and candy he’d been indulging in.

Maybe he needed to slow down.

“Where are you guys headed?” Gabby asked as he grabbed Nevada’s small hand.

“Into town. Did you need us to pick anything up for you?” Josh asked as he tried his best not to squirm. His pants were feeling really tight. Maybe he should go upstairs and change. The problem was, all his pants were the same size, so that wouldn’t help.

“I could use one of those holiday lattes if you don’t mind.”

“You got it,” Josh said as he headed toward the door. Law had already run out, leaving Josh behind in fear of having a script shoved into his hands. Pussy.

“Thanks,” Gabby called out as Josh went in search of his chicken mate. He found Law in the truck already, his eyes darting around. It was comical as hell. Law’s large frame was almost folded in half as he tried to duck down behind the steering wheel.

Josh climbed into the truck, snickering as he buckled in. “You know it’s a lost cause, right?”

“We’ll see about that,
pájaro,
” Law said as he backed the truck up and took off. “He cannot keep handing them out. The play is the day after tomorrow. If he hasn’t found everyone he wants, who is going to have time to memorize their lines in that short period of time?”

“It’s a short play, honey. He could hand you one Christmas morning, and you’d still have time.” That statement didn’t seem to make his mate happy.

They drove into town. Josh was amazed at all the white fluffy snow blanketing the town. It was simply gorgeous, and cold as hell.

He stepped out of the truck, pulling his coat closed as they walked toward Santiago Cycles.

“Merry Christmas,” someone called out to them.

Law and Josh waved, calling out the holiday cheer as well. Josh grunted when his pants felt super tight. He reached down and unsnapped them, needing more room than he originally had.

“What are you doing,
pájaro
?” Law asked as he stared at Josh’s hand.

“My pants are getting too tight. I think I ate one too many of George’s burnt cookies.”

Law laughed as he patted Josh’s ass. “I like your butt. It is all soft and jiggly.”

Josh rolled his eyes as he pushed at his mate’s shoulders to get moving. “You wouldn’t like it if it were the size of a blimp.”

Law unlocked the bike shop as he shrugged. “I think I’d like it if it were the size of the Titanic.”

“Great comparison, babe.”
Not!
Josh ran his hand over his ass, noticing that it did seem bigger. “Does my butt look bigger to you?” Law waved his hands in front of him as he walked backward to his office. “I’m not falling for that. If your partner asks if their butt looks big, there is
never
a right answer. I wasn’t born yesterday.” Josh growled. “I’m serious. I think it’s growing.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Tell that to my butt.”

Law stopped walking and pulled Josh into his arms. “You want me to talk to your butt? What else do you want me to do to it,
pájaro
?” Law asked, his voice dipping low as his eyes filled with lust.

“Perv,” Josh said as he smacked Law’s chest. “I want you to look at my butt and tell me if it’s getting bigger.” Law sighed as he pulled Josh into his office. “Fine. You’ll have to drop your pants.”

Josh snorted. “I’m not falling for that one.”

“Then how am I supposed to tell you?” Josh conceded and spun around, dropping his pants as he tried to look over his shoulder to see if it looked any bigger. He couldn’t tell, so he hoped his mate could see what he was feeling. It even
felt
bigger.

Law dropped to his knees, holding his hands up like they were a camera and he was trying to focus on it. “
Sí
, a little, but not much. I happen to like it, though.”

“I knew it!”

“Stop crying about it,
bebé
. I said I liked it.” Law leaned forward, kissing both cheeks. Okay, this was not what Josh had in mind, but his mate’s lips felt divine on his ass. Josh wiggled his butt, gaining a groan from Law.

His mate spun him around, placing Josh’s cock smack-dab at mouth level. “That’s not my butt.”

“I have to check to see if you grew any place else,
pájaro
,” Law said, lust lacing his words as he leaned forward and took Josh’s shaft into his mouth.

Josh forgot any other protest as Law expertly sucked his cock. His legs spread wider as Law licked his prick from root to tip and then swallowed him back down. Josh was feeling horny as hell now and wanted to fuck his mate into the damn desk but didn’t want Law to stop sucking him off.

His knees began to buckle as his orgasm grew closer. Josh was about to shoot his load down Law’s throat. His hands shot out, grabbing Law’s beautiful hair as he pulled at it. “Law,” Josh groaned.

“Come in my mouth,
bebé
.”

Josh couldn’t deny the request as he cried out, his seed splashing to the back of Law’s throat. Damn, the man knew how to make his cock obey at the drop of a hat. The crazy thing was Josh was still hard!

“Now you fuck me,
pájaro
.”

Oh hell. It was days like these that Josh thanked the heavens that he was gay. He didn’t even move. Law dropped his pants, backed up, and then bent over. Josh felt his fangs itching to sink into Law’s neck while he fucked him.

He reached over the desk, grabbed a small bottle of lube that Law kept in his office and then lubed his cock and Law’s hole. He tossed the bottle aside, uncaring where it landed as he lined his shaft up to Law’s waiting hole and drove deep.

He grabbed his mate’s hips as Law shouted, smacking skin as he chased after his second orgasm. It didn’t take long. Law kept Josh excited and ready to burst just from being around his wolf.

“Harder,
pájaro
, harder,” Law cried out.

Josh slammed his cock into Law’s ass. His mate shouted as his hole pulsed around his cock, making Josh lean forward and strike his teeth into Law’s neck and drink deeply from him as he hammered into his ass. He growled as his cock exploded again.

Finally Josh slowed, removing his teeth and licking the wound closed. He was boneless and tired as Law dressed himself and then Josh.

“Now I must check to make sure the order is ready,” his mate said as he kissed Josh’s lips.

Josh waved his hand, not really caring just as long as he got to rest. Once Law was done, he grabbed Josh’s hand and pulled him from the bike shop. “We need to get a little more shopping done. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”

Josh pulled his list of the things he still needed to buy from his front pocket. It wasn’t a very big list, but he wanted to get it finished today. “Lead the way.”

As they walked into the video game store, Josh looked around for a new game for Cecil. He was Cecil’s Secret Santa, but Josh had bought presents for everyone else. It didn’t seem fair to him to just get Cecil something and no one else.

“Merry Christmas,” some guy with a nasal problem called out.

“Let me know if you need any help.”

Josh grunted, feeling his pants tighten even more. There was absolutely no room in them for him to move around. “Law,” he whispered to his mate. “My butt just got bigger.”

“Imposs—” Law’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Josh’s butt.

“
Puto infierno
!”

“I told you!” Josh cried out as he spun around like a dog chasing his tail, trying his best to see his oversized butt. “It’s getting bigger!”

“How?” Law asked as his brows drew together and his fingers pushed into Josh’s backside.

“Will you stop playing with it? You might trigger it to grow some more.”

“But this is impossible!”

“Tell that to my butt.”

“Still want me to talk to it?” Law teased. Josh could tell his mate was trying to ease the tension, but nothing was going to work until he found out what in the hell was going on. He needed to get his shopping done quickly and then go home where he could try and figure out what in Jupiter’s name was going on.

They left the store and headed over to Murphy’s bookstore. He wanted to get some books for the children.

“Merry Christmas,” one of the women from town called out.

Josh gasped when his butt once again felt as though it was ballooning out. “That’s it!”

“What?” Law asked.

The words ‘Merry Christmas’ seem to make my butt grow!” he yelped when he felt it push further out. Oh hell, he couldn’t even say it. “No one can say it to me again!” Law nodded. As they finished their shopping, Josh almost ran to the truck. Every time someone started to say those dreaded words, Law cut them off and said thank you before they could finish.

It was a small reprieve, but Josh needed to find out how all of this was happening. He walked into the Den, mortified that his pants had ripped down the back from his growing butt.

“What the hell?” Kota asked as he stood in the foyer, staring at Josh’s butt. “Was someone having a sale on big booties?” Josh pushed the latte into Gabby’s hand. The mate was standing there gaping at his ass, trying to look away, but his eyes kept straying back to Josh’s butt.

Law growled as he pulled Josh upstairs. It wasn’t his fault his ass was hanging out! If Josh found out who was responsible for this, he was going to kick his sorry ass.

Just as soon as he found a way to deflate his.

* * * *

Ruttford wiped his eyes as he laughed so hard he almost peed himself.

“
Again, that was not nice,”
Nick said in his head.

“That was funny. I don’t care who you are, that was comical as hell!”

“
One more couple, Ruttford, and then you’re going to learn what
funny truly is
.”

Ruttford wasn’t sure he liked the tone in Nick’s voice, but he only had one more person to create havoc for.

What could be the harm?

Dagon and Taylor

Taylor walked out into the snowy backyard, wondering how they were going to have the play in all this white stuff. It was piling up, making setting the stage props up almost impossible.

He had been given the job of stagehand, something he was grateful for. It meant he didn’t have to perform in the play. Taylor could tell by the way everyone wandered the hallways rehearsing their lines that this was going to be a play not soon forgotten.

He helped the wolves shovel away the snow in the area the stage was going to be set up as well as the area for the seated audience.

Taylor knew the Lakelands were going to be there. He was excited to see his best friend Tater. He hadn’t seen him in weeks.

“Need some help?” Melonee asked as she walked out into the backyard, pulling her coat tightly around her.

“Yeah, you can shimmer this damn snow away,” Taylor teased as he buried the square end of the shovel into the snow. “I never knew snow could be so heavy.”

“I can’t shimmer snow away, dork,” Melonee retorted as she looked around. “But I can help.”

Taylor growled and then pointed to some tarps. Although he acted as though the elf irritated him, he loved Melonee like a sister. She had grown on him over the years, causing more mayhem than even Cecil was legendary for.

“We need to spread some tarps over what we just shoveled so we’re not out here tomorrow doing the same thing.”

Melonee eyed the tarp and then looked back at Taylor. “It’s kinda big. Can’t you use your telekinesis and bring it over here?” If that were the case, Taylor could have just used his ability to unfold the damn thing and put it into place. But Maverick had stressed teamwork without magic. Taylor didn’t see the harm in moving the tarp over to where they were standing.

He lifted his hand, concentrating on the tarp as it slowly lifted into the air. He made it move closer to them so that he and Melonee could unfold the thing. What he didn’t expect was the large piece of plastic to come flying at him. Taylor yelped and jumped out of the way, but the tarp seemed to have a hard-on for him, barreling straight at his head.

Taylor hollered as the tarp knocked him flat on his ass in the bank of snow. He grabbed his head, shaking it a few times before looking up at Melonee. “That’s never happened before.” Melonee stood there laughing as she helped Taylor to his feet. “I always knew you were a dork.”

Taylor grunted as he pushed to his feet, ignoring Melonee’s outstretched hand. “You’re messing with my concentration with your weird elfish vibes.”

“I am not weird.” Melonee pouted as she crossed her arms over her breasts. “I’m ‘uniquely different’ as my dad puts it.”

“Yeah, and everyone knows Maverick is off his rocker.”

“Cecil said it, not Maverick.”

“And that makes it better how?” Taylor asked as he grabbed one side of the tarp. “Grab the other side so we can blanket the grass.”

“One of these days I’m going to shimmer you from your shower to Alaska if you keep it up. I don’t take kindly to anyone talking about my dads like that. Maverick may be strange, but he’s the best dad ever,” Melonee threatened as she walked backward, pulling the spreading tarp out.

“Just because you’re a teenager now doesn’t mean you can’t get dumped in the snow,” Taylor countered as he laid the tarp on the ground.

“Try it, buddy, and you’ll be sporting a fat lip,” Melonee said as she glared at him. “I’m fey. How are you going to get a hold of me, hmm?”

Taylor threw his hands up. “Go away, kid, you bother me.”

“I’m not a kid!”