A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (16 page)

“Yes, yes, yes,” Murphy chanted as Ludo hit all the right spots.

His cock was begging for attention, but Murphy was too busy enjoying the shaft buried in his ass. He yelped and then pushed his ass back further when Ludo grabbed his bobbing cock, stroking it as Murphy shouted, his seed splashing the wall.

Ludo howled behind Murphy, his cock throbbing in Murphy’s ass.

Murphy panted as he laid his cheek against the wall. “Remind me to read the kiddies more stories.”

* * * *

Ruttford smacked his knee as he laughed. Now that was one hell of a story!

He couldn’t really change it into what he had originally intended.

There were little ones there after all. But not bad for tossing the words onto the page on a whim.

“That was actually pretty funny,”
Nick said.

“Thanks. I have my moments.” Ruttford walked down the snowy sidewalk as he whistled.

Now where was Gabby?

Montana and Gabby

Gabby bent over and picked up Nevada’s toys as his son slept. He looked over at the little cherub, thankful that he had listened to his mate, Montana. Gabby was terrified that Montana wanted a child so badly that he would forget that Gabby existed.

That was far from the truth.

Montana showed Gabby every single day how much he loved him. It almost made Gabby wish he hadn’t taken the five-year birth control.

Almost.

Gabby stored the toys in the toy chest and then grabbed his mate’s boots from the floor. Montana was the biggest slob Gabby had ever met, but he loved his Tanny. His mate had accepted him for who he was, fat and all.

He smiled as he walked to the closet to toss the boots in when he noticed a green glow coming from the back of the closet. Okay, he knew for a fact that his damn closet wasn’t supposed to be glowing.

Gabby shut the door and then opened it again, the glowing still there. He wasn’t stupid enough to go investigate. No person in their right mind investigated a glowing closet. Gabby stepped back to slam the door when he felt hands on his back, pushing him inside.

“Hey!”

“Have fun!”

Gabby gasped as he saw a little man with pointy ears and tight ass stockings covering his legs waving at him.

“Don’t you dare!” But he was too late. The door slammed in his face. Gabby jumped up, pounding on the closet door. If he weren’t in panic mode, it would have been kind of funny. He was banging on the door to
come out
of the closet.

His mate would be so proud of him.

Focus!

Gabby’s hand stilled when he heard off-keyed singing. Were there Christmas carolers in his closet? He looked over his shoulder and gasped. He had a whole room of short people in the back of his closet!

“Are you just going to stand there and dawdle all day or work?” one of the short men asked him.

Gabby wasn’t tall by any means, but damn if the men in this room weren’t shorter than him!

“I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. This is the back of my closet.

You shouldn’t be here.”

The man looked up at Gabby as if he were daft. “Been getting into the Christmas eggnog?”

Gabby scratched his head, looking around the strange place. There were rows and rows of tables decorated with toys and pieces and parts of toys needing to be assembled. Gabby gaped as he spun around.

He had to have hit his damn head!

“Get back to work or you’ll be cleaning out the toilets,” the short little fucker said, making Gabby angry as hell.

“This is my closet!” he shouted as his face pulled back into a mask of rage. “There are no toilets in my closet!”

“Herb,” the man shouted over his shoulder. “We got another one.” Gabby backed up as a very large, okay short, but the largest of the short men, came after him. Gabby took off, running around the tables, feigning right as Herb went left. To his surprise, Herb jumped up onto the table, stalking toward Gabby menacingly.

Oh, hell no! Gabby spun around, jumping over toys that were spread out all over the floor. Didn’t these guys believe in picking up their toys?

“Gotcha,” Herb shouted as he grabbed Gabby by the collar.

“All of you get out of my damn closet now!”

“Yep, he’s been in the eggnog,” Herb said as he carried Gabby over to one of the tables and unceremoniously dropped him. When Gabby shot up, the man pressed him back down by applying pressure to his shoulder.

For a little fucker, he was strong.

Gabby started shouting when the man wiggled his fingers and all of a sudden Gabby was duct-taped to the chair around his midsection and ankles, his arms remaining free. When he reached down to yank the duct tape away, his arms flew out in front of him, grabbing a toy and a small wooden mallet.

“This is my damn closet!” Gabby shouted as his hands began to tap on the toy. This was insane! He had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for any of this.

The man working next to him tapped on his toy as he leaned over toward Gabby. “I believe you.”

Thank god!
“You have to help me get this tape off. This is my damn closet. None of you should be here.”

“Yep. And last week I saw a UFO land in the front lawn. It’s pretty crazy around here this time of year. The duct tape helps.” Gabby’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the little nut. He looked away, afraid of staring too closely at the man. He tried to pull his hands away from the toy, but they wouldn’t budge. They kept right on tinkering.

“I can help you,” someone whispered beside him.

Gabby whipped his head around, seeing a small man bending close to him. The duct tape flew away, freeing Gabby.

“Follow me,” the man whispered, waving his hand for Gabby to follow. Gabby glanced around, seeing that no one was watching them.

Thankfully once the duct tape was gone, his hands stopped tapping on that damn toy!

If he ever saw another toy again…Gabby remembered Nevada.

He had to get back to his son. He was alone in the bedroom while Montana was out on patrol. “I need to get home.”

“You will,” the man whispered. “We’re going to the secret room.” Secret room? Why didn’t Gabby like this? He was getting a very bad feeling about this. Bad feeling? Hell, he shouldn’t be here. No one should.

This was his damn closet!

“Just go through this door. Trust me.” The man smiled at Gabby, opened the door, and then shoved him in. Gabby shouted, having a feeling of déjà vu all over again. He spun around, slamming his back into the door when he heard high-pitched screams.

“Oh hell,” he said when the room was filled with small toddlers, all sporting pointy ears and running around throwing things, writing on the walls, and spilling their juices all over the place.

Where in the hell were the grown-ups? Gabby would rather be duct-taped to the chair! One little toddler ran up to him and kicked him in the shin. Gabby shouted and grabbed his leg.

He had to get the hell out of here.

He grabbed the door handle and shot out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

“There you are,” Herb said as he came down the hallway.

“This is my damn closet!” Gabby shouted and then took off. He ran into another room, trying to escape from the large, largest of the shortest, elf. There was no way he was going to be duct-taped to a chair and made to make toys.

He spun around when he found himself in a room full of mirrors.

Gabby walked further into the room, seeing himself go from short to tall, fat to thin. He even saw himself grow wider. Yikes. He was staying away from that mirror.

Gabby looked around for the door but didn’t see it. He spun around a few times, feeling panic set in. He wanted to go home. This was his damn closet, and he was lost, with no way out. Gabby wanted to cry, missing his mate and son. How the hell did he even end up in this place?

He wiped at his eyes as he looked around at the different mirrors.

There had to be a way out, a way to get him home and out of the closet.

His head snapped around when one of the mirrors swung open, revealing a hidden door. Gabby wasn’t sure if this was a trick or not, but he knew he couldn’t stay in the room of mirrors forever.

Gabby quickly walked over to the door, praying this wasn’t another room of weird and bizarre. He cried out in joy when he ended up back in his bedroom.

“There you are.”

Gabby yelped and spun around, but it was only Montana standing in the middle of the room looking perplexed. Gabby ran to his mate, flinging himself into Montana’s big, strong arms.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?”

Gabby told his mate everything that had happened and then ran across the room, slamming the closet door shut. “Don’t ever go in there! And if I find the little shit who pushed me into the closet, I’ll bite him!”

Montana cocked his head at his mate and then crossed the room, yanking the door open.

“No!” Gabby shouted and then jumped onto Montana’s back.

“You can’t go in there.”

Montana chuckled as he closed the closet door.

“There is no green glow, pumpkin,” he said as he reached behind him and pulled Gabby until he was clinging to Montana’s front. “Are you sure you didn’t dream all of this?” Gabby growled and smacked Montana’s chest. “It wasn’t a dream, look,” Gabby said as he stuck his leg out and pulled his pant leg back, showing off the small bruise from where the toddler kicked him.

“Yeah, that proves it,” Montana said and then snickered.

Gabby started to get really pissed that his mate didn’t believe him and then laughed. He laughed until tears were streaming down his face. It was just too damn funny. If it were him, would he believe Montana? It was a tall tale and farfetched.

No, Gabby wasn’t going to get mad at Montana for not believing him. He was going to kick that little prick’s ass if he ever saw him again. Gabby shuddered at the thought of seeing that elf again.
No
thanks.
One trip to Strangeville was enough for him.

“Hmm,” Montana said as he spanned a hand over Gabby’s back.

“What are you shivering for, pumpkin?” Gabby could hear the dip in Montana’s voice as he pulled him closer to his chest. He forgot about elves and toddlers and even duct tape as Montana’s hand skimmed over his ass. Gabby’s head fell back, his lips parting as Montana’s fingers played over his body.

It was like nirvana as Gabby slowly slid from Montana’s grip and landed on his knees. He loved sucking Montana’s cock. He’d suck his cock for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if his mate would let him.

Gabby reached up, unsnapped his mate’s pants, and fished out his oversized cock as he leaned forward, burying his nose in Montana’s groin. God he smelled good. Gabby licked a long path down his mate’s cock, and then dipped his tongue into the slit at the head.

The wolf’s taste exploded in his mouth as Montana groaned, running his hands over Gabby’s head. “That’s it, fireball.” Gabby reached into Montana’s pants, cupping his balls as he sucked harder, taking Montana all the way to the back of his throat, letting his tongue run up and down the large vein running alongside Montana’s cock.

“Bite it, pumpkin.”

Gabby grinned as he breathed through his nose. He knew what his mate wanted. Montana was addicted to Gabby’s blow jobs. He had a knack for giving the best head ever. Of course, his little trick helped.

Gabby delayed Montana’s release. He wanted to bring his wolf just a little more pleasure before it all ended. Gabby grabbed the base of Montana’s cock, holding it tight to stop his release as he began to swallow, making his throat muscles move all around his mate’s shaft.

“God, Gabby. Don’t stop.”

Gabby tightened his lips, grabbed Montana tightly, and then bit into his vein. His mate shouted as Gabby swallowed seed and blood.

It was his most favorite taste in the world. He gave Montana’s balls a gentle squeeze as he drank the last of his mate’s essence.

“Shit, pumpkin,” Montana said as he panted heavily, wiping his face free of the sweat that was trickling down the sides.

Gabby jumped to his feet when he heard Nevada moving around in his bedroom. So much for grown-up time. Montana growled, straightened his clothes, and then pulled Gabby into his arms. He cupped Gabby’s erection as he licked the shell of his ear.

“This is all mine once he falls back to sleep.” Gabby loved that promise. He knew Montana would lick him until Gabby was babbling incoherently. “Deal.”

* * * *

Ruttford grabbed his side as he laughed hysterically. Sending Gabby back in time to the days of old was hilarious! The elves weren’t right in their head back then.

“
And they still aren’t,”
Nick commented. “
That wasn’t very
nice.”

Ruttford snorted. “Some people need to buy a sense of humor. He wasn’t harmed.”

“
Payback, Ruttford, payback
.” Ruttford rolled his eyes and waved his hand. “Let’s see how Carter likes his gift.”

Tryck and Carter

Carter stood next to Tryck, perusing the glass display case of goodies as his mate ordered his drink. Carter loved the holidays, especially now that he had found his other half. It was a festive time of year that made him giddy.

“Here you go,
gatito
.” Tryck handed him his eggnog latte. Carter grinned as he wrapped his hands around the cup, inhaling the holiday scent. They took a seat in the coffee shop, taking a break from their last-minute shopping.

Carter was enjoying all the festivities. Tryck, on the other hand, was just the bag carrier. No matter how much Carter tried to get his mate into the spirit of things, Tryck wasn’t having it. He was shocked that his mate liked coming to the coffeehouse. Carter would have thought that Tryck would be too manly for this place, but apparently Tryck had a hidden side that he hadn’t told anyone about.

Carter’s hips started bouncing to the music that was being played in the background. It was a catching Christmas tune, but he usually didn’t dance to Christmas music. He gripped his cup tighter when his hips hitched from side to side provocatively. Carter wasn’t one for public displays of wantonness. He kept that in the bedroom.