A Gansett Island Christmas #7
Blaine had his hands full of Tiffany’s spectacular ass, but she’d forbidden him to collect on the spanking she owed him until they were in the privacy of their own home and couldn’t be overheard.
“This ass is so mine when we get home tomorrow.”
“Yes, dear,” she said, smiling up at him.
“Do I need to be concerned about how much pleasure you take in disobeying me?”
“You take just as much pleasure from setting me straight.”
“Yes, I do,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Did you stop by your mother’s earlier?”
“Yep, everyone was there.”
“We’ll see them tomorrow.”
“Your ass might be too sore to go out.”
“Haha, no way. I’m not afraid of you.”
“Good,” he said kissing her. “Earlier, I was remembering that long awful winter I spent thinking about you and wishing I could be with you. I don’t care what we’re doing as long as we’re doing it together.”
“Speaking of doing it…” She raised her hips suggestively. “You wanna?”
“Um, yeah, I wanna, but we’re not gonna.”
“Why not?”
“Because, you were very, very naughty today, defying your police chief husband, and you need to be made to pay the price.”
“I thought the price was the spanking.”
“Hell no, that’s not the price. You enjoy that too much.”
Tiffany laughed. “Yes, I do. But may I point out that you enjoy this,” she said, rubbing her belly against his hard cock, “so maybe you could make a little exception since it’s Christmas.”
“I suppose I could allow it this one time.”
“You are just too good to me.”
After feeding baby Mac, Maddie conked out while the baby remained wide awake. Mac sat up in bed, holding the little guy who had brought them so much joy since his arrival.
He grasped handfuls of Mac’s chest hair and pulled so hard his daddy winced.
“Ouch, buddy.” Mac no sooner disentangled the little fists than they had grabbed another handful.
Taking the baby with him, he got up to find the T-shirt he’d discarded earlier and put it on. “Much better.”
Baby Mac reached for the hair on Mac’s head and pulled. “Yep, you’re a McCarthy boy. We start the hair pulling at a young age around here.” He could remember wild wrestling matches with his brothers that included hair pulling and various other dirty tricks.
“Let me tell you a bedtime story about a guy who thought he had his life set up just the way he wanted it until he knocked a gorgeous woman off her bike—totally by accident, of course. And that accident turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to him. You know who was on that bike, buddy? That’s right.
Your mommy. She had terrible boo-boos, and Daddy moved in to take care of her and your brother and he never left.
Well, except for a short time after Daddy did something stupid and Mommy got mad at him.
Luckily for him—and for you—she decided to forgive him for that and many other stupid things he’s done since then. ”
Mac stood the baby up on his chubby legs and let him bounce around, hoping to tire him out.
“Your mommy is the best mommy ever. She loves you and me and Thomas and Hailey and she takes such good care of us. When you grow up, I hope you find someone just like your mommy. Watch for gorgeous girls on bikes. They’re the best.”
“What’re you telling him?” Maddie mumbled.
“The best bedtime story ever.”
“Is it working?”
“Um, nope. He’s wide awake.”
“You want me to take a turn with him so you can sleep?”
“Nah. We’re good. Right, buddy?”
“Mmmmaaammmm.”
“You hear that? He almost said mama! Remember how I taught Thomas? Time to start your training, buddy. You should always say mama first. Happy mom, happy life.”
“It’s supposed to be happy wife, happy life,” Maddie said.
“I’ll teach him that one later. I’ve got so much to teach you, pal.”
“Oh dear God,” Maddie muttered.
Mac laughed at her predictable comment. “Let me tell you the rest of the best bedtime story ever… So your mommy, she fell madly in love with me…”
“Best Christmas yet,” Big Mac said to Linda, who was cuddled up to him in bed. He’d left the door open so he could hear the goings on downstairs, which had been highly entertaining.
“By far. Having everyone sleeping under our roof again is like old times.”
“There were a lot fewer of them back then.”
“When we bought this hunk of junk house, you said you wanted to fill it with kids. I’d say you more than succeeded.”
“We succeeded. What a family.”
“And how about Ned? Has there ever been a better friend?”
“Not that I’ve ever had.”
“Me either. Maybe we should make the blizzard party an annual tradition.”
“I like that idea.”
“I wonder how many more people we’ll have next year.”
“What do you know Voodoo Mama?”
“I predict Grace, Stephanie and Mallory will have babies in the next year, and maybe Adam and Abby will get their miracle, too.”
“God, I hope so. They’d be such great parents.”
“They’ll get there. One way or another.”
“So we may be looking at close to thirty for next year’s blizzard party?”
“Could be. Who knows if Mac and Maddie are done.”
“At least Janey and Joe are, thank goodness.” He couldn’t bear to think of Janey giving birth to Vivienne on the ferry. What a day that had been.
“Yes, thank goodness indeed.”
“Here’s to another year on Gansett Island,” he said, kissing her.
“I can’t wait to see what happens.”
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