Page 1 of A Dye Hard Holiday
“WHOSE BRIGHT IDEA WASit to buy such a big house?” I grumbled to myself as I hauled four massive suitcases up the grand staircase.
“I believe this house wasyouridea.” Josh’s accusation followed me up the steps. It didn’t take him long to develop the fine-tuned hearing of a parent once we brought the babies home ten months earlier in January.
I would’ve loved to argue with him, but he was right. I knew Josh was looking for a bigger space for the two of us to move into so he could expand his salon by converting the personal residence upstairs into a lush—his word, not mine—massage area. I’d fallen in love with our stately home, formerly known as Georgia’s mansion, the first time I saw it after rolling into Blissville. Of course, I was living with a different man at the time and never would’ve guessed that I would live there with Josh and our twins. Life was turning out far better than I could’ve predicted back then, which meant that I needed to stop grumbling about our parents staying with us, and be grateful our home was big enough for eight people to cohabitate for two months.Two freaking months!
That’s right. Both sets of grandparents showed up in time for Thanksgiving and planned to stay until we celebrated Dylan and Destiny’s first birthday in January. I crazy love both sets of parents, but eight weeks of quieting down our sexy times was just too much. It felt like we just got both kids to sleep through the night and Big Daddy got to come out and play more often with Little Daddy when the Grandparent Express rolled into town the weekend before Thanksgiving. We’d mastered the art of being super quiet during sex with little people in the house, but I was certain our parents would know exactly what we were doing if we snuck off together during the kids’ naptime.
“Why’d they have to bring so much stuff? We own a washer and dryer for crying out loud.”
“Stop your bitching and I’ll blow you.” Josh’s hushed words startled me because I didn’t hear him come up the steps behind me. He was quiet and sneaky like a ninja, but the kind that promised sexual favors instead of killing you. “We’re going to have a fucking Norman Rockwell holiday and you’re going to behave.”
“Or what?” I was picturing him tying me to our bed or cuffing me to a chair in his dance studio to teach me another lesson.
“You’ll ruin your mother’s first Christmas with her grandchildren.”Damn, my husband plays dirty.
“Damn you, Josh.”
“That’s what you said last night when I kept edging you and wouldn’t let you come.” He sounded pleased with himself, as he damn well should, but I wasn’t about to feed into his ego.
“Did you follow me up here to bust my balls?” I asked.
“No, I followed you up here so that I could suck your balls.”
I nearly tripped going up the next step, which would’ve been murder on the instant hard-on he always gave me. “Are you teasing me?”
“Do I ever?”
Josh never teased or offered something he wasn’t willing to give. If he said he came up to suck my balls then he did. “But our parents—”
“Are cuddling their infant grandbabies they haven’t seen in a few months. Trust me, Captain Comes Hard, they’ll forget we exist until their stomachs start to growl at dinnertime.”
“Is that why you had that huge lunch ready to go when they arrived?” I asked. Josh’s considerate scheming never failed to amaze me. Okay, scheming makes it sound like he is a shady character, which he isn’t, but the man always has a good plan in place for every occasion. I benefited from his craftiness more often than not.
“You didn’t seem too upset about the open-faced roast beef sandwiches with mashed potatoes and gravy that I served,” Josh sassily replied right before he pinched my ass.
“I’m not upset; I’m continually amazed by your brilliance.”
I hastily dumped the luggage in our parents’ suites then grabbed Josh’s hand and tugged him to our room. He was right; our parents wouldn’t even notice that we were missing. I closed and locked our bedroom door before I pushed my husband against it and dropped to my knees. Josh wasn’t the only one capable of shaking things up a bit. It was my turn to knock him off kilter for once.
I worked the buttons of his fly loose on his skinny jeans, because Josh rarely wore anything as casual as sweatpants, then pressed my nose to the bare flesh I uncovered. Josh’s head bumped back against the door and I felt the way his muscles trembled when I kissed a path from his navel to his trimmed pubic hair. I never got tired of the way my husband responded to my touch.
“Gabe,” Josh moaned while threading his fingers through my hair. I so badly wanted to pay him back for the sensual torture he bestowed on me the night before, but I was too greedy and had no self-control when it came to wanting him. I knew it would always be that way and that there would never come a day when I didn’t need him just as much as the air I breathed.
Regardless of Josh’s assurances that our folks wouldn’t notice we were missing, I wasn’t willing to take the chance. I pulled his jeans down to mid-thigh and went about blowing his mind while I pulled my dick out of my sweats and stroked it at the same pace until we both came. I rested my forehead against his thigh while we caught our breath and our pounding hearts returned to a normal rhythm once again. Josh scraped his fingernails against my scalp and my softening dick twitched like it was ready to fire back to life again.
“Easy, killer,” I said to my favorite appendage as I rose to my feet.
Josh smiled wickedly at me, and I was tempted to toss him onto our bed and give him another round, but we heard collective gasps followed by “awwww” coming from downstairs.
“Oh my God! What if the babies took their first steps and we missed it?” Josh asked as he wrestled his jeans up his legs and back on his hips. “You know they’ve been on the verge lately.”
According to our friends, parents, and the baby books we read, most babies didn’t start walking until they were a year old. Some babies took longer and a few would walk sooner. Josh and I were convinced our perfect angels fell into the latter category. Both Dylan and Destiny had started pulling themselves up on the furniture and letting go to balance on their own. Their brazen independence didn’t last long before they either fell onto their diapered butts or placed their hands back on the coffee table. We noticed that they had grown more confident and could balance longer over the past few days and were certain that their first steps were right around the corner.
“Fuck!” I jumped to my feet and yanked my sweats back up. Josh stopped me before I could open the door. He was laughing so hard that tears pooled in his hazel eyes. “What?” He silently pointed to the front of my sweats. I looked down and saw that I had splattered cum on the front of them. “Damn it.”
“You can use them to clean up the mess you made on the hardwood floors,” Josh added, pointing to the pool of cum between my feet.
I stepped out of my sweats and bent over to clean the floor. Josh chose that exact moment to jerk open the door and run downstairs to make sure he got to the babies before me.