Refrain & Reprise

by Sadie Grubor

  Lifting Maggie out of the bed, I hold her to my chest. She settles almost immediately.

  "You okay? Do I need to call for a nurse?" I start to panic.

  Mia breathes through her nose and mouth, shaking her head and lifting Max to her shoulder. Reaching an arm out, she grabs a black remote and presses a button. Less than a minute later, the pain melts from her face.

  "What the hell is that shit?"

  "Morphine," she says with a smile. "It's heaven." She rubs Max's back.

  Chuckling, I settle back into my chair with Maggie on my lap.

  A soft knock comes before John and Linda enter with Serena close behind them.

  "Come on in," I instruct. "Meet Maxine Sue Mason."

  Linda gasps, covering her mouth. John is the first to hold her in his big mountain man arms, and I think I even see him shed a tear.

  For the next couple hours, family comes and goes, friends call, and gifts begin to arrive. The largest being a basket full of baby items from Nobil Records. The most inappropriate being a "Sex after baby" basket from Sid. Chasing down my toddler to get fluffy handcuffs and a butt plug away from her is not something I want to do again.

  After all the guests finally leave, John and Linda taking Maggie to their hotel with them, Mia’s able to get some much needed rest. Her first breast feeding attempt does not go as easy as it had with Maggie, which I could tell both frustrated and disappointed her. The second attempt is better, but still not what they hoped for. Since my angel is fucking superwoman, I know she'll get this shit all worked out. For now, she's gonna sleep while I hold our infant daughter on my bare chest and stare at my beyond beautiful, strong, and amazing wife.

  It's probably way too soon to ask her when we can do this again.

  ~~ End ~~

  Next… A Brockman Christmas

  A Brockman Christmas

  Elliott Brockman

  "Are you still pouting?" Serena asks.

  "But it's Christmas and we could set them up right next to mine," I argue.

  Dropping her head back, she lets out an exasperated sigh before tightening the dark gray towel around her freshly showered body.

  "He's seven, Elliott," she tells me, like I don't know my son's fucking age.

  It wasn't my sperm that knocked her up at seventeen, but that fucking boy has been mine before I even knew he existed. Where Serena is my fiery and fierce soul mate, my goddess, Ryan is my soul son, and I couldn't have asked for a better kid.

  Plus, he fucking worships me. Now, if I could just get his mother to follow suit, I would be getting my way right now. I let my eyes drop to her mouth. She'd also be naked, on her knees, and sucking my cock while her hand played between—

  "Elliott," she snaps.

  "What?" I break out of my thoughts.

  "Stop fantasizing about blow jobs," she calls me out. "We have guests arriving in an hour, and I still have to get the kids and myself ready. The answer is no."

  "Healthy habits are important to instill while their young," I argue, quoting one of the five fucking parenting books I bought after Ryan entered my life. From the moment I'd stepped into this house, met her parents, and her son, I knew I would never let them go. They say home is where your heart is. Well, my hearts – Serena, Ryan, and Zoey – live under this roof, making it my motherfucking home.

  Lost in my own thoughts again, I don't catch the look on my wife's face until it's nearly too late. Lips pulled to one side and eyebrows low—I'm quite familiar with what's about to happen.

  My wife could de-ball a guy with just this look, and God help your dick the moment she opens her mouth to lay into you. She will have your shit turtling by the second syllable. For a man such as myself, it's equal parts scary and hot as fuck.

  "Lifting weights at seven years old is not healthy, and you damn well know it," she shouts. "So, quit whining and pouting about some stupid fucking weight bench for kids!"

  "Then why would they make them?" I counter, pointing to the catalog on the bed next to me.

  She rubs her forehead and inhales deeply before saying, "Baby, please tell me you're fucking joking and not this naïve." There's a plea in her voice that almost makes me feel guilty, but I let her continue. "‘Cause if you aren't, I'm going to start wondering if you were even mentally capable of legally marrying me."

  I'm totally fucking with her, but furious, angry sex with my wife is worth the pre-fuckfest battle. So, I keep going.

  "They even have competitions," I add, picking my phone up from the mattress. Tapping the screen, I start the video of Little Hercules. "Look at his form," I praise. "And that's when he was eight. Ry could get a whole year head start."

  Serena moves fast, stepping in front of me and yanking my phone from my hand.

  "Babe…"

  "I'm seriously contemplating divorce right now," she warns. "Be careful what you say next."

  She starts to back away, and I bring both my hands to the backs of her thighs. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, I pull her between my knees.

  Serena places her hands on my shoulders, drawing my eyes down to meet hers. I lean forward and rest my chin on her abdomen. Letting my hands wander up to her ass, I give it a squeeze. She still carries some of the pregnancy weight, and I'm sure as hell not complaining. Her ass is so soft, I could spend days resting my head there. And her tits—fuck me, her breasts are still enormous, and those babies aren't small to begin with.

  "Baby," I coo, sliding my hands down, only to bring them back up, but under the towel. "I'm only messing with you," I confess.

  Her nostrils flare, eyes narrow, and lips thin.

  "I'm gonna kill you!" She slaps the side of my head. "No, first, I'm going to bite off your dick, then I'm going to kill you!"

  "So, you're saying you'll put my cock in your gorgeous mouth?"

  Not amused, she pushes at my shoulders to get away.

  Before that can happen, I curve my arm and slip my hand between her legs. The moment my finger slides against her slit, she gasps and her hips jerk back.

  On a breathy moan, she says, "Everyone will be here in an hour."

  "Baby, you know I can do a lot with an hour." I push one finger past her lips and brush her clit.

  She digs her fingers into my shoulder, and I can feel the bite of her nails through my t-shirt.

  "Elliott…" it starts as a protest, but morphs into a moan when I plunge one thick finger inside her wet pussy.

  "Oh yes," she gasps, moving her hips to ride my finger.

  "That's it," I encourage. "You want more?"

  She nods. "Yes, please!"

  "Good girl," I praise before pushing another finger inside her.

  "Thank you," she whimpers, moving her hips faster.

  "Listen to you, baby. You're being such a good girl," I acknowledge, earning another whimper from my gorgeous wife.

  When I first met my ball busting, independent wife, I would never have guessed she'd be down for the games I like to play. The first time I made her use her good manners to get my cock, I discovered just what a good girl she could fucking be. And the first time she acted like a little brat, refusing to ask nice for my tongue, we learned just how much fun her defiance could be too.

  The pace of her hips increases, and the walls of her pussy start to flex.

  "Not yet, baby." I slide my fingers out.

  "Ell," she whines.

  Dragging my soaked fingers through her lips and up the seam of her ass, I circle her asshole, and her body jerks.

  "Drop the towel. I wanna see you."

  At her hesitation, I fist the towel in my free hand and tear it away.

  "Elliott," she protests.

  "Don't fucking hide your body from me, Serena." My words are firm, not harsh.

  "It's just—"

  "I know what you think," I interrupt, slipping my hand back between her legs. When I slide one digit back inside, she moans.

  "You think," I run my nose across her lower abdomen, "this beautiful soft belly that carried
both my kids is too big." Pressing my lips to her skin, I begin my descent.

  "I still have twenty pounds to—"

  I thrust my tongue between her lips and touch the tip to her clit, cutting off her ridiculous opinions of her body. Pushing a second finger inside, I delve my tongue farther and flatten it against her nub.

  "Oh, fuck," she groans, rolling her hips.

  The taste of her explodes across my tongue, and I'm suddenly ravenous.

  Gripping the back of her right thigh, I pull it over my shoulder.

  "Do you want my mouth, baby?" I ask against her pussy.

  "Yes," she moans.

  "What do you say?" I run my nose along the crease of her thigh, inhaling deep.

  "Please," she exclaims. "Yes, please!"

  "Good girl." I kiss her inner thigh and bury my face against her cunt.

  Her hips rock down to meet the thrust of my fingers before I curl them forward to press her clit against my mouth.

  Dropping my hand from her thigh, I work my jeans open to relieve the pressure of my hard on.

  With a final suck to her clit, I sit back, pulling my fingers from her body and settling her leg back on the floor.

  "Baby, I was so close," she confesses, squeezing her legs together.

  "I know." I use my free hands to shove my pants to mid-thigh.

  Her eyes fall to my hand as I stroke her wetness along my cock. Her legs press together again.

  "Come here, baby," I order, coaxing her to straddle me.

  She plants her knees into the bed on either side of me, and I can't keep my eyes from the sway of her breasts.

  Fisting the base of my cock, I lean forward and lick her left nipple.

  Serena's hands come to my head, holding me against her.

  Releasing my cock, I take her hips in my grip and position her over my straining dick. It's at full fucking attention, reaching out for her.

  I give her nipple one last lick before leaning back and planting my hands into the bed behind me.

  "Ride me, Serena.”

  Placing her palms on my shoulders, she moves into my lap, allowing my tip to slip past her wet lips.

  "Wait," I command, and she furrows her brow. "Ask me nicely."

  Annoyance flashes in her eyes, and part of me prays she'll be a fucking brat so I can treat her like one.

  "Please?" she asks, smirking.

  "Please what?"

  "Please let me ride you." Her hips barely move, but I feel the slight swirl around my tip.

  Tightening my jaw, I fight not to thrust up into her. Through clenched teeth, I stay my course. "What do you want to ride?"

  She leans into me, her mouth to my ear. "Please let me ride your big, hard cock?"

  My balls tighten painfully and my cock pulses. Before I can fucking respond, she drops her hips, taking all of me in one smooth motion.

  "Fuck," I groan. "Such a good girl taking my cock. Make yourself cum, Serena." I've barely got her name off my lips before she's riding me like her life depends on it.

  Fisting the comforter beneath us, I battle between my desire to watch her fuck me and my need to fuck her into oblivion.

  "Mom," Ryan shouts. The door knob jiggles.

  "Shit," Serena whisper-shouts, trying to scramble off my lap.

  "It's locked." I grab her hips, moving her against me.

  "Elliott," she exclaims, a mixture of pleasure and panic.

  "Mom?" Ry shouts again.

  "What's up, buddy?" I yell to the closed door while rolling Serena onto her back and thrusting hard.

  "Oh God," Serena cries as I swirl my hips.

  "I need help with the tie." He knocks on the door. "Your door is locked," he informs us, like it was done on accident.

  Pulling my hips back, I draw my cock out until just the tip rests inside her wet heat.

  "We're getting dressed," I lie, slamming back into her.

  "Oh God," Serena calls out.

  Covering her mouth with my hand, I continue pounding into her.

  "We'll be out," I pause as her pussy pulses around me, preparing to trap me in the best fucking grip. "Give us a minute."

  "Is Mommy okay?" The concern in his voice almost makes me feel guilty, but I can't get enough, and can't stop now. She's so close.

  "Mommy is amazing," I shout, riding her harder, wanting to feel her orgasm more than anything in the fucking world right now. "Mommy is so fu—freaking amazing!" Her pussy has me wanting to use every cuss word out there, and some I fucking make up—she feels that damn good.

  "We. Need. To stop," she pants behind my hand.

  Pulling my hand from her mouth, she twists her head to the door.

  "I'm coming, baby," she calls out to Ry.

  "Fucking A you are," I growl low before claiming her mouth with mine.

  Drawing my knees higher until our thighs press close, I rise over her body and watch her tits bounce. I spread my hand on her lower stomach, move my thumb to her clit, and press.

  "Oh fuck," she whispers, before shouting, "I'm coming!"

  And she does, all over my cock, wrapping it in the best grip, until my balls can't take anymore. I explode inside her body, riding out my release so hard, I'm pushing her up the bed.

  "Okay," Ry shouts back.

  I drop over her body, caging her between my arms, trying to catch my breath.

  "What the hell, Elliott?" Serena reprimands, slapping my side. "Get off!"

  "Baby, I'm awesome, but I'm gonna need a minute before I can go again," I tease.

  "Idiot." She slaps my side again, only harder.

  "Damn, baby, what did we say about the abuse?" I ask, rolling off her.

  Serena scrambles off the bed, grabs the discarded towel from the floor, and wraps it around her body.

  I pull up my pants and stuff my very satisfied dick back in my pants.

  "He probably heard everything," Serena scolds on another whisper. Knotting the towel, she glares at me. "My son will—"

  "Our son," I correct, unable to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

  Her face softens, realizing what she just said.

  Climbing from the bed, I walk into the bathroom and wash my hands and face.

  "I didn't mean it like that," she calls out from the bedroom.

  "Yeah, I know." And I do. She’s never said it purposely or to be hateful, but far too often she refers to Ry as just hers, and it eats at me every single fucking time.

  I step out of the bathroom as she slips on her robe.

  "I'm trying, Elliott," she explains, meeting my eyes. "It's always been just me and him. It's a habit, but I'm going to break it,” she promises.

  Sighing, I rub my face and walk around her.

  "I know, Serena," I repeat. "But it still fucking cuts me every time."

  "I'm sorry." The sadness in her voice makes me turn to face her.

  "It's alright," I grumble, reaching for the door and unlocking it.

  Turning the knob, I pull it open. Ryan falls into the room, back to the floor.

  His bright eyes stare up at me and a large smile spreads across his face. My chest pangs and warms at the adoration and love on his beautiful face. Then, I take in the rest of his body and furrow my brow.

  He has on a light blue button-down shirt and gray dress slacks. The tie he needs help with lays on the floor next to him.

  Glancing up to Serena, I point down to Ry.

  "My son ain't wearing that shit," I declare, waving over his business attire.

  She rolls her eyes. "The kids are doing a group photo."

  Kneeling down, she helps Ry off the floor. "You okay?"

  He nods, holding up the tie.

  I snatch it out of his hand, wrinkling my nose at it.

  "Ry?"

  He looks up. "Yeah, Daddy?"

  "You comfortable wearing that crap?"

  He immediately shakes his head.

  "Go change into whatever you want, buddy." I toss the tie over my shoulder, hoping it finds a garbage can.

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bsp; Ryan runs off before anyone can change their mind. His enthusiasm to pick out his clothes makes me grin and I turn to Serena.

  She's not smiling. Arms crossed over her chest, she frowns at me.

  "Don't give me that look, woman." I point at her. "The boy didn't like it and he doesn't have to wear it. He can wear what he wants."

  "Oh really?" She lifts one brow.

  "Yep," I confirm, lifting my chin.

  "Ta da!" Ryan announces his return.

  Arms wide, he shows off his Steelers Football Jersey and Pokémon pajama shorts.

  "Ummm…" I take in his choice.

  "Yeah," Serena snorts. "You've got this."

  Shoving me out of the room, she slams the door, leaving me and Ry in the hallway.

  "What do you think?" Ry asks, tugging on my shirt.

  Shrugging, I give a nod. "Looks awesome, Buddy."

  I hold up my hand, palm out. He jumps up and slaps his to mine.

  As if on cue, Zoey announces her nap is over by wailing.

  "Your baby is awake," Ryan states.

  "My baby?" I question. "What happened to her being your baby?"

  He shakes his head and blows out a breath.

  "That's your baby. It doesn't have a tail," he states.

  "A tail?" I ask, confused.

  "Yeah, a tail." He points to his crotch.

  For a moment, I'm shocked silent, but then laughter bubbles out, loud and hard.

  "What?" Ryan asks. "What's so funny?"

  "We need to have a long talk, my man." I ruffle his hair. "But first, we've gotta go get your tailless sister."

  "Son, this might not be the best idea," John says, taking a step away from my brand new deep fryer as I light the burner.

  John and Linda came over thirty minutes ago for our get together and to help get things ready. Linda is in the house helping Serena with stuffing, mashed potatoes, and other sides. Though, I'm pretty sure she's mostly fawning of Zoey. That woman loves her grandchildren something fierce. As soon as they all arrive, none of us will exist to her.

  "I know what I'm doing," I reassure, dumping the large jug of vegetable oil into the oversized metal pot.

  I mean, I watched like five instructional videos on YouTube for fuck’s sake. I checked the propane tanks, set it up in a clear area away from the house, and even have the hose ready if needed. I've got this.