A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (4 page)

Dakota growled and then bit Blair’s neck, sinking his teeth deep as Blair started moving faster on his mate’s hard shaft. He could feel Dakota’s cock grazing over his sweet spot every time he lifted his hips.

Blair panted when Dakota curled his fingers around his cock, stroking in time to Blair’s thrusts. He curled his fingers into Dakota’s shoulder as he shouted, hot seed erupting from his cock as Dakota kept right on stroking him, helping him ride through his orgasm.

His mate sealed the wound and roared as he grabbed Blair’s hips and jetted into him. Dakota spun the chair around, holding on to Blair as he rested his head on his mate’s shoulder.

Dakota was the only man that fully understood Blair and never judged him. His wolf had been the perfect mate, and Blair loved him with every breath he took.

He jerked when he saw that little shit on the monitor. The small man winked at him and then disappeared. What the fuck? Okay, he had officially lost his ever-loving mind.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?” Dakota asked as Blair jumped forward, examining the monitors.

“I think I’m going insane,” he said as he tapped the glass screen with his fingertip.

Dakota laughed as he lifted Blair from his lap and set him on his feet. “As much as I would love to stay inside of you all day, I do need to get back to work.”

Blair shoved his feet into his pants, watching the monitors closely.

When all he saw was pack walking around on the screen, he glanced away. “I’m going to go see Nicholas.” Dakota kissed him before Blair opened the office door, strolling out. He should be in a better mood right now, but all he kept thinking about was that stupid elf. Okay, he conceded. It was a fucking elf. If he was going crazy, he might as well embrace it.

He found Nicholas in his office at his desk writing in some file.

Blair rapped on the door. “I think I’m losing my mind, doc.”

Nicholas looked up and smiled at Blair. He turned in his seat and waved at an empty chair. “Have a seat and tell me what’s going on.” Blair sat down and took a deep breath. “I’m seeing an elf.”

“I thought you were already mated?” Nicholas looked at him in confusion.

“Not dating! I’m seeing a little guy running through the hallways in this green get-up with curly slippers and a stupid-looking hat.” Nicholas curled his lips in as he crossed his legs. Blair didn’t see what was so funny about this situation. He was losing his mind for crying out loud. What was so funny about that?

“It’s the Christmas season, Blair. It’s a magical time of year.” That was not the answer he had been looking for. Blair threw his hands up in the air and walked out. He was just going to have to accept the fact that he was finally going nuts. He clenched his jaw when he spotted the little shit winking at him again.

Blair took off this time, chasing the elf down the hallway. He was going to capture the short man and get some answers. There was no way Blair was letting him get away.

He leapt through the air, tackling the pudgy little elf, rolling with him until they both hit the wall. Blair straddled the short shit as he held a fist in front of him. “Who are you?”

“Who do I look like?” the elf teased.

“You look like a psychotic midget running around in your pajamas, so start talking or I know two tigers who would love to play soccer with your short ass.”

The elf pulled his hands up in front of him, holding two Ken Dolls up for Blair to see. Blair blinked. “Uh, sorry, but I’m too old to play with dolls.” Was the guy serious?

“I’m giving you the gift you wished for.” Blair snorted. “That was my wish when I was twelve.” Blair blinked. “Wait, how did you know that?”

The elf did that irritating wink thing again. It was really starting to wear on Blair’s nerves. “If you look in your bedroom, there’s also Ken’s house. It was made specifically for you.” Blair sat back on his haunches as he stared down at the man dressed in green and red. “You really are an elf, aren’t you? Holy fuck! Santa is real?”

“Yes, he is, Blair Weston.”

Blair folded his arms over his chest as he glared down at the elf.

“Then why in the hell did I have such shitty Christmases growing up if the fat man really exists,
hmm
?”

“We can’t give every child everything he wishes for. That would make a spoiled child.”

Blair laughed. “No, all it did was make me a nonbeliever. Tell the fat man that he has child psychology all screwed up. What the hell was I going to do with a Barbie when all I wanted was Kens?” The elf shook the dolls in front of Blair. “And here they are.” Blair snatched the dolls from the funny little shit and stared at both Ken dolls. He was thrown back to his childhood, remembering how he had wanted these two so badly. His mother had told him that twelve-year-old little boys didn’t play with dolls, especially not two male dolls. He had felt ashamed after that, canceling his wish.

Blair inhaled sharply. He had canceled his wish. That was why he didn’t get the Kens. He jumped up, running to his bedroom, seeing the large-size dollhouse sitting in the middle of his bedroom.

What the fuck was he going to do with it? He was a grown man now. He didn’t play with dolls or dollhouses.

Blair stepped over to the house, peering inside as he made both Kens walk hand in hand toward the doorway. He shoved the dolls behind his back when Dakota walked into their bedroom.

“What do you have, sunshine?” Dakota asked as he glanced past Blair.

“Uhhh. A gift for the babies?” What the hell was he supposed to say? A little fucker in green and red gave it to him?

“I see you’re getting into the Christmas spirit after all,” Dakota said as he crossed the room and planted a kiss on Blair’s forehead.

“Good to know.”

Blair waited until Dakota left the room to pull both dolls back out.

He stared at them for a long moment before he smiled. Santa was real.

Wow. He knew he would give the dollhouse to the boys to have in their playroom, but he wanted to enjoy his long-awaited gift just a little longer.

* * * *

Kota walked out of his bedroom smiling. His mate finally believed in Christmas. After so many years of coaxing his mate into getting into the Christmas spirit and failing, he had finally succeeded.

He walked around the corner, looking over his shoulder before giving a low whistle. The elf came out of one of the bedrooms, looking grumpy as fuck. “I hope he believes. I’m tired of wearing this getup. Nick dropped dress code decades ago. These damn tights are binding my balls.”

Kota grinned as he slipped the man a hundred dollar bill. “Thanks.

Tell Saint Nick I owe him one.”

“Sure, sure. More like you owe me after that damn tackle your mate hammered on me. I won’t be able to get to the strip clubs now. I think my back is out,” the elf mumbled as he walked down the hallway and disappeared.

Remi and Drew

“It came!” Drew shouted when the postman delivered the box addressed to him. He ran through the house and up to his bedroom, excitement filling him. Before he could rip the gift open, Remi plucked it from his grasp. “Hey!”

“Your mom made me promise not to let you open it until Christmas,” Remi reminded him as he walked out of the bedroom with Drew’s gift.
Well, hell’s bells
. Drew jumped up from the bed, chasing after his mate.

“If you don’t tell, I won’t!”

Remi chuckled. “Not a chance, pup.”

Drew gave a small growl as he walked down the steps and headed to the kitchen. He knew Remi wasn’t going to give in no matter how much he begged.

He had learned a long time ago that begging didn’t work.

“Here,” Maverick said as he handed what looked like a manuscript to Drew. He glanced at it and then looked up at the alpha.

“What’s this for?”

“We’re doing the nativity scene.
Surprise
. You’re Joseph,” Maverick said and then sauntered away. Drew stared at the crazy wolf and then looked back down at the script. One of these days they were going to find where Maverick grew his pot. One day.

“Wait!” Drew shouted as he caught up to Maverick. When the alpha spun around, Drew took a deep breath. “Why are we putting on a play? We’ve never done that before.”

Maverick shrugged and then turned back around, talking over his shoulder. “The babies will like it.” Drew scratched his head. He didn’t know the first thing about kids, but he was sure the twins and Nevada weren’t going to sit through a play or even understand it. Skyler was just a baby, what did she know?

Drew walked into the den, seeing Keata standing there with a manuscript in his hand, turning it upside down, and then right side up.

“There’s no pictures.”

Drew shook his head. “Who did Maverick say you were playing?”

“Mary. Who’s Mary?”

Drew groaned. He wondered if Maverick came up with this on his own or if he had another one of those strange dreams. He really wondered about that guy sometimes. “She’s a virgin.” Keata dropped the manuscript like it had burned his hands. “I can’t play her. I’m not a virgin anymore. Cody took that.” Drew grinned as he sat on the couch. This was going to be very interesting. Maybe he would do the play, even if it was just to see what characters everyone else was playing.

“There you are,” Remi said as he walked into the den.

Drew looked closely. There was no manuscript in Remi’s hand.

He frowned. “Aren’t you going to be in the play?” Remi’s eyebrows shot up as he laughed. “Are you serious?” Drew narrowed his eyes. “As a heart attack.” Remi’s face suddenly grew serious. “Ah, pup, I don’t do plays.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No, seriously, I don’t do plays. I can help out with costumes and making the set, lighting even, but I do not stand on a stage and read some shit off a piece of paper.” Remi swallowed hard. “I’ll help you out with your lines in the bedroom but I—” Remi shook his head frantically as he started backing out of the room. “I don’t do plays.”

Drew’s jaw dropped as Remi turned and sprinted out of the room like the hounds of hell were on his heels. He reached up and scratched his head. “What just happened here?”

“He don’t do plays,” Keata said.

“But why?” Drew asked in confusion. “It’s just a stupid play.”

“He don’t do stupid?”

Drew felt his lips twitch at Keata’s question. “Maybe not, but he’s going to do this play.” A plan began to form in Drew’s head, a very wicked plan. He grinned as he turned to look at Keata.

“Uh-uh, I know that look. You’re going to get me into big trouble with that look.”

Drew arched an eyebrow.

Keata huffed. “Fine, I’m in.” He wagged his finger at Drew. “But this better be good, or I’ll be very mad.”

“Oh, it will be.” He grabbed Keata’s hand and started pulling him out of the room.

“Where are we going?”

“We need to talk to Cecil about costumes.” Johnny walked into the den, snapping his fingers and waving a hand at Keata. “Come on, we’re not done searching.” Keata rolled his eyes and looked back at his manuscript, which was lying on the floor. Drew swore Keata was ready to pick it up rather than follow behind Johnny. What the hell was going on?

Drew shrugged as he went to find Cecil on his own. He spotted Blair peeking around the corner of the hallway and then hurrying away. Something strange was going on around here.

He found Cecil in the kitchen with George. “I need a favor.” Cecil spun around, a spoon hanging from his mouth. He pulled it free and then waved the spoon around. “Everyone wants a favor. The last time I helped someone out with a favor, I ended up mucking out stalls.”

“So you won’t do it?” Drew asked.

“What do you think?” Cecil asked. “Lay it on me, bro.”

* * * *

Remi shuddered as he thought of playing a part in the play again.

He knew he had acted like a rat bastard when he had run for his life, but damn. A Christmas play? Really? Who came up with this shit?

He was willing to do just about anything not to have to be in the play. He hated holiday plays. They gave him the willies—all those frilly costumes, bright lights, and people saying stupid shit. It was downright creepy.

He also felt like a fraud. He was a big badass warrior, a force of nature, and he had fled like a scared pup at the first mention of the word
play
. He couldn’t begin to consider what Drew must think of him. He was a wuss.

“Hey, Remi, you said you’d help me with my lines.” Remi grimaced as he nodded. “Yeah, pup.” He glanced up when he heard the bedroom door lock and nearly swallowed his tongue.

“Wha—” Remi swallowed as his cock hardened to instant steel.

“What in the hell are you wearing?”

“Like it?” Drew asked as he twirled in a circle.

Remi’s eyes felt like they were going to bug out of his head. Drew had on the shortest, skimpiest, downright thinnest piece of material Remi had ever seen. It wrapped fully around Drew’s waist then up over one shoulder. The curve of Drew’s ass could be seen just under the edge of the material, and one sparkly nipple was exposed on his chest. It was obvious that Drew was totally naked under his outfit.

“It’s my costume for the play.”

“Oh, hell, no!” Remi growled as he jumped up from the side of the bed. There was no way his mate was ever going to leave the room in
that
outfit. No way in hell. Of course, if he wanted to wear it in their bedroom, that was another story.

“You don’t like it?”

Remi growled as his canines punched down through his gums.

Oh, he liked it all right. The more he looked at it, the more—to hell with it. Remy grabbed Drew and tossed him on the bed, coming down on top of his mate.

“You’re not leaving this fucking room in this outfit.” Drew wiggled once, and the material slid up enough to expose Drew’s hard cock. “So, you do like it then?”

“I fucking love it.” Remi growled.

“Good.” Drew wiggled his eyebrows as his little canines dropped down. “Cause I got you one, too.”

Remi was too turned on by the sight of Drew’s fangs to care about some slip of material. He wanted to feel those sharp teeth sink into his skin. And he wanted to feel the beautiful cock in front of him sink into his ass.