by Xavier Neal
The jeep remains silent until she officially parks, which is when I lose my shit. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Can't you just say thank you?” Knox snaps at me in return. “How about 'thank you wife for being so fucking helpful'?”
“I didn't need help!” I scream in return. “I was fine!”
“You were not fine!”
“Do you two always yell this much?” Ax questions from the backseat.
“Yes!” We shout in unison.
Immediately I point a finger his direction. “And him? That's who you fucking call? Fucking seriously?”
“Ax is a damn good attorney-”
“Is he damn good at other things too?” I bite. Her hand reaches to slap my face, when I catch it. “Don't lay hands on me, Knox. I would never lay them on you.”
She snatches it away as the dick in the backseat says, “I actually am a really good attorney. I just...hate law.” Unimpressed by the words coming out of his mouth he sighs, “Haven't you ever had a job you hated that you did anyway?”
Most of my life.
“I'm an attorney, part time, because in order to stay in my family's good graces they require me to do something in the field. I don't do it often, just enough to keep the head of the family pleased. I prefer spending my days in my shop. But....we do what we have to do at times.”
In a low tone I say, “I can respect that.”
In what feels like a hastily made decision he says, “Look, I have to go. There's paperwork I need to file and a brother who can't stop calling me today.”
Knoxie turns around. “About our arrangement...”
Hearing the sentence stiffens my entire body.
You don't think...I mean she wouldn't...right? Not even for my freedom.
“Forget it,” Ax answers.
“But-”
“Consider this a wedding present,” he says before getting out of her jeep.
The minute the door shuts my eyelids lower closed. “What arrangement?”
Knox lets out a deep sigh that sinks apprehension further into me.
Very slowly I lift my eyes and focus in on her. “What. Arrangement?”
She quietly grumbles, “I know that you are not implying that I would have traded sex for his fucking help. Are you?”
“Answer me.”
“You answer me.”
“Knox.”
“Madden.”
Frustration further flourishes until I jab the glove compartment in front me. “Answer me!”
“Did you just fuck up my jeep?” She says in a harsh whisper. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Yes!” The response surprises her. Immediately I scrub my face. “When it comes to you, always assume the answer to that question is yes.” On an exasperated sigh I confess, “I hate that guy. Passionately. Not because I think he's a dick, not because his eyebrows look like they were drawn on by a fucking third year art student, but because something inside of me knows that you were more than fucking friends who fucked on occasion.” I face her again. “Just like you were with Ash.”
“I'm still being punished for that?”
“Apparently I'm still being reminded of it. Having that dickhead around reminds me that this wasn't the first time you had some asshole wait in my place. There may be an irrational part of my brain that wonders if every male friend you have outside of the family is just there waiting for you to use him when I fuck up.”
How's that for honesty?
“You don't want Ax and I to be friends?”
“No.”
“Ever?”
“No.”
“Well too bad,” she snips.
What was the fucking point in asking me then!
“You're not gonna dictate who I can and cannot talk to, Madden. And Ax isn't a horrible person. When I called because I needed him-”
“I don't want you to fucking need him, Knox!”
“Then get a law degree!” Aggravated again my fists clench. “Don't you dare do any more damage to my jeep.”
Restraining myself to the best of my ability I attempt to explain rationally, “I don't want you needing anybody for help, but me. I'm your husband, Knoxie. It's my last name you wear. It's my fucking name you call out when you come. It's my kid you're gonna have someday. You are my ride or die. I don't ever want you feeling like you need another man for anything because if you do that tells me I'm fucking failing and I can't afford to fail anyone else, especially not you.”
All of a sudden her hand lands on mine. “You are the only person I need like that in my life. I swear.”
“Tell me. Be honest,” I demand. “Did you ever feel like you loved him? Either of them.”
Annoyance flashes in her eyes. “No.”
“Did they ever love you?” Her hesitation forces my body go rigid again. “Does Ax still love you?”
Knox's mouth bobs but she doesn't respond.
Of course he still fucking loves her. He'd be a fucking moron not too. Wouldn't even surprise me if after all this time Asher was somewhere pining over her.
I shake my head. “I appreciate that he came when you called to help me out, but you don't need to be around someone who is hanging on as your friend with false hope of someday you falling in love with them. It's a shitty position to be in. I would know.”
“Can we...” she whispers out. “Can we just put the conversation of Ax on hold?”
“No.”
“Are you fucking kidding?”
“No.” When she snatches her hand away I ask, “What was the arrangement?”
“I have something he wants.” Sexual implication sends me clenching again. “Not that. It's a baseball card. Still in the wrapper. Perfect condition. It was one of the few things I kept of my father's stuff. Ax's father collects the things and happens to really fucking want it.”
“So it's got a nice price tag?”
“It's a 19th Century vintage card. Price tag starts around 8 grand.”
“It's a fucking baseball card.”
“It's a piece of history,” she huffs. “Anyway, I agreed to trade it for his help. So he didn't just come running because he may or may not be in love with me-”
“No,” I cut her off. “That's why he let you keep the card.”
Knox attempts to say something, but once more is speechless.
Am I wrong? Is he not in love with my fucking wife? Is it so fucking bizarre for me not to want her around that? Or stringing him along? Primarily just...around him. Yeah. Selfish, jealous, what the fuck ever.
“Is everything fine now?” The change of subject is welcomed. “Did he get you released?”
I nod. “He did.”
“With everything?”
“I answered The Commissioner's questions accordingly. He's insisting to check out the evidence and my alibi one more time, but....yeah. I won't be held accountable for the death of a drug lord.”
“Really should give people a medal for that.”
“They do when you wear a badge.”
Knox rolls her eyes with a smile. “And the assault charge filed by the ex-mayors son?”
It's my turn to smile. “Recanted.”
“I can't believe he's the reason Ben's car crapped out.”
“I wouldn't have let him live if The Devil hadn't sent a team after me.” My stare meets hers. “I was gonna kill him.”
She squeezes my hand. “Maybe it's best that you didn't.”
Maybe she's right. Maybe trying to cover up two murders would've been too much. Even if they both deserved it. Before you go barking on at me about he could've stood trial, let me remind you his father was the mayor who was just recently kicked out of office. The scandal probably would've helped my side, but while the Commissioner likes the feeling of what he believes is a cleaner city, there's always dirty somewhere and dirty people always know how to find the scum when they absolutely need it. Besides, bloodshed for bloodshed would be much better.
“Let's get you home,” Knoxi
e says softly and starts the engine. “The sooner we get there the sooner we can have make up sex and get you started on fixing my dash.”
My face threatens to smile.
We may be going home for make up sex, but I'm not fixing her dash. The damn thing had it coming.
Knoxie
You know typically I really love Christmas. In the years past it was always filled with Ben eating most of the breakfast I made, Daniel drinking eggnog at eight in the morning, Merrick excited to see if he managed to out gift everyone while Destin and Drew spent it discussing who put more effort into decorating the tree. Every year Madden's simply sat back and watched his brothers wrestle in the chaos. It never seemed like something that needed to be done before. The watching I mean, but now that Christmas is here and those memories won't be the same, I'm beginning to think he had the right idea trying to soak up every bit of it he could.
Madden rolls over so he's on top me, teeth leisurely nipping at my neck. Moaning, I spread my legs, thankful when he lifts one and slides inside.
My soaking wet pussy eagerly swallows the offering. “Mmm...Merry Christmas, Mr. McCoy.”
Thrusting slowly he whispers in my ear, “Merry fucking Christmas, Mrs. McCoy.”
Well now it is a fucking Christmas. Ha. Shut up. I like puns.
His hips continue to rock languorously, further proof that today, unlike any other day, there is no need to rush out of bed. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck. Madden lifts my other leg until they're wound around his body allowing him to penetrate deeper.
I cry out softly, “Madden...”
The small groan from him is rewarded with my muscles contracting around his cock. Casually he slips a thumb onto my clit adding unneeded pressure to the already ticking time bomb.
Pathetic as it is, it doesn't take much before my body is just throwing him orgasms left and right like some fucked up version of dodge ball.
Slow circle after slow circle has my nails digging into his back, lip slipping between my teeth to cease the desire to scream. Suddenly the motion of his assistance changes to match the pattern of pushing his dick has changed to. While the tempo is still unhurried, each precise plunge is now brushing my g-spot, coercing the need to come even faster than before. Clenching my pussy to post pone the action seems to only excite my husband by the way his thumb now moves faster. Desire and desperation blaze through me until I combust into a million little pulsating pieces.
“Holy hell baby,” Madden rumbles ramming through what is obviously his own need to fall apart. “One more.”
“Needy bastard,” I whimper as my body falls into a state of hunger, no longer satisfied with the sacrifice that it just made.
In tandem with his barbarically pistoning cock, I arch my body up towards his, the change in angle irresistible for both of us. Rapaciousness strikes, growing in size and in power until the explosion of my second orgasm ignites his. The combination of mewls and howls reverberates in cycles until we're both stertorous.
Okay, so that's a merry merry Christmas....and it's only going to get better.
Exhausted Madden flops down beside me, instantly trying to pull me into his arms.
Wiggling away from him, I deny. “No-huh.”
“What do you mean no-huh?” he grumbles sitting up as I do. “Back to sleep. It's early.”
Standing up I grab his black t-shirt off the floor and slip it on. “I know.”
“I don't say this lightly,” Madden starts. “But you're ruining Christmas morning for me with clothes.”
After giving him the finger I stroll towards his closet in the corner, which is closer to my side of the bed. “I have a present for you.”
“Presents come after breakfast. Breakfast comes after eight. So. Get back in bed.”
Grabbing the box from the buried space I made in the back of the closet I argue, “That may be true, but this is an exception.”
“Fine.” He surrenders a little too quickly.
That means he's up to something.
“But then you have to open my gift first,” he demands during the process of grabbing something out of his nightstand.
Sneaky bastard.
With a gift in my hands I crawl back into bed beside him. The moment I'm settled he hands the object to me and waits with a smirk.
If I have to nut punch him you better be ready with some ice.
Carefully I tear off the dark blue wrapping, open the box, and push aside the tissue paper to reveal a lacy black thong.
It's actually kinda sexy with a heart cut out of the front.
“To replace the one I ripped.” He chuckles. “And the gift card is to buy all new underwear that only I've seen.” When I shoot him a sarcastic look he says, “Seriously.”
I pop him with the underwear. “You are so fucking possessive you know that?”
He shrugs. “My wife. My eyes only.”
Shaking my head slowly, I lean over and plant a small kiss on his lips.
The hostility surrounding Ax isn't completely resolved considering the fact I feel we both have valid points in the matter, but over the past week or so we've managed to conclude no time alone with Ax and that maybe he should be invited to dinner as a follow up thank you/I'm sorry for tossing you against the wall like a psychopath.
Eagerly I hand him his gift. “Your turn.”
Madden rips at the paper revealing a set of holiday Hot Wheels. A genuine smile creeps on his face. “To add to my collection.”
“Yes but these are special.” He lifts his eyebrows. “You're gonna want to remember this Christmas more than any of the others.”
Gentle sadness comes to his eyes. “Because this is the year without-”
“No. Because this is the last year without a baby McCoy in the house.”
Yeah. You heard me correctly.
Stunned I watch as his jaw drops. “Are you...are you...are...”
“I am,” I whisper. The second Madden gestures to make a move of excitement, I hold up a hand. “Not so fast.”
He freezes.
Why doesn't he always obey this well?
“I think I am.”
“What do you mean think?”
“I mean, my periods beyond late. I've had morning sickness and according to four of those at home pregnancy test things I am.”
Yeah. I said four. And from four different brands might I add.
“I have an appointment on Monday to confirm it-”
“I will fucking be there.”
“Of course you'll be there you big idiot,” I huff out. “I'm just saying occasionally there are false positives, but...as far as I'm concerned and feel...well....”
“I'm gonna be a dad,” he exclaims. “I'm gonna be a fucking dad!”
“Shhh.” My scolding causes him to frown. “Can we refrain from telling the entire fucking house for just a little bit? Maybe Monday after it's confirmed? We can all sit down and have a family dinner-”
“Something tells me after the big dinner at the Commissioner's tonight, none of us are gonna exactly be in a mood to do that.”
Did I forget to mention that? Yeah, about two days after Madden's arrest and it was documented he was cleared of all charges, The Commissioner called and requested all of the McCoys to come to Christmas dinner at his house. Weird? Fuck yes. Ability to say no? Not exactly. He's done many things to protect all the other McCoys in this household. What he did for Merrick, Drew, and Destin is remarkable, not to mention the girls they fell in love with. If what he wants as thanks is us all over for a Christmas meal, we can't exactly deny him that. Part of me thinks, it'll help pick Jovi's spirits up about having to spend the holiday without the love of her life. Hey. She's not the only one who misses Merrick.
“They'll cope.” I toss my hand in the air. “Or we can buy them all donuts or something to announce. I don't care. I just...I want to be sure first.”
Madden nods his understanding. It doesn't take long before joy blankets his face again.
Oh t
hat's not gonna get old...look at how precious his face is.
“How is this possible?”
“I warned you about screwing like we had to repopulate the earth.” His smirk expands. “Besides, didn't you take sex ed? All it takes is one time.”
“McCoys naturally have super sperm.”