A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (9 page)

He took tiny steps over to the bale of hay, bending over and wiggling his ass at Tank. “Come and get some of this.” Tank grabbed his cock as he licked his lips. “Fuck yeah.” George crawled up onto the bale, the hay sticking him in his knees, but he didn’t give a shit right now. Tank was behind him, about to make him shoot to the moon. He could deal with a few stabs in his skin.

George’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Tank separated his cheeks and slid his cock into George’s ass. He always felt like his mate was going to split him in two, but Tank was always gentle with him.

His lovemaking skills contradicted his enormous size, something George was thankful for. “Now fuck me ya, big gallu.” Tank chuckled as he grabbed George’s hips and began to pound George into the hay. His teeth rattled as Tank showed him how much strength he truly had. George had a feeling Tank always held back, and he wasn’t going to complain about that.

If Tank truly fucked him with all his might, George would probably fly through one of the damn stalls. He spread his legs as wide as he could with his pants constricting him and pushed his ass back as Tank slammed forward.

George began to reach beneath him, but Tank pushed his hand away. “That’s mine.”

He chuckled as he moved his hand away. “Then have at it. I need to come.”

Tank curled his large fingers around George’s cock, stroking him to match his thrusts. George panted and cried out as Tank began to slap his cock into George’s ass at lightning speed.

“Tank!” George hollered as his seed shot out, ropes hitting the bale of hay and splattering onto the floor. Tank pulled George back as he buried his cock deep into George’s ass and shouted, his cum hot as it filled George to the brim.

George panted and licked his lips as he tried to push back, not only to feel Tank’s massive size still buried in him, but the damn hay was killing him. “Get me off of this thing.” He groaned when Tank pulled his flagging cock free, making George feel empty as he pulled him from the bale of hay.

George righted his clothes, tucking his shirt into his pants as he gazed at Tank’s naked lower half with only the tool belt around his waist. Hell if that wasn’t a sexy sight. “You look good with a tool belt on. Sexy.”

Tank turned sideways, flexing his muscles as he wiggled his brows. “Think so?”

“Hell yeah, I want to ride you until the bull cries uncle.” Tank’s cock jerked at George’s words. “Too bad I have ta cook dinner.” His mate grumbled as he pulled his pants up and buttoned them closed. George hated for Tank to cover such a wonderful sight, but he had work to do. When Tank turned to open the door, George jumped on his back, hanging on for dear life. “Come on, I’ll ride you back to the house.”

Tank laughed as he grabbed George’s legs and wound them tight around his waist. “I could use a damn cookie.” George prayed Maverick called a repairman.

As they walked back into the kitchen, George slid from Tank’s back, relieved to see the repairman looking inside the oven.

“Who’s he?” Tank asked.

George patted his big guy on the chest. “Someone who won’t blow us up. But you still look better with a tool belt, hands down.”

“I can’t find a damn thing wrong with it,” the man said as he leaned back, scratching his head.

“Then we’re screwed,” George said. “Not only do I need to make dinner in that thing, but Christmas dinner is in two weeks.” Maverick shook his head at the repairman. “Then I guess I’ll be buying a new one.”

The repairman looked from George to Maverick. “If you don’t mind me asking, since I don’t see anything wrong with this one, can I have it? My family’s stove is on its last leg, and I really can’t afford a new one.” The man looked like he would rather cut off his arm than confess that to anyone.

George knew about pride. He had plenty of it when he first moved here. It almost lost him Tank.

“We’ll have it brought to your house first thing in the morning,” George said without hesitation. He hated to see a man work hard and go without. Even if the stove was fixed, he would have made sure the guy got a new one. Hell, this stove had a double broiler and six burners. It was still practically brand new.

“Thanks,” the man said as he gave Maverick his business card.

George smiled. That was what the holidays were all about anyway, helping each other out and giving. Tank wrapped an arm around his waist, planting a kiss on his head, making George feel like he was ten feet tall.

* * * *

The elf peered through the kitchen door. He chuckled as he wiggled a finger and put the stove back into proper working order.

Maybe he should have messed with something else of George’s. He could use a damn cookie right about now.

Loco and Tangee

Tangee ran around the diner, wondering if the lunch crowd was going to ease up. As one table after another flagged him down, he was beginning to wonder if the entire village wasn’t in the diner. It sure as hell felt like it.

His feet were killing him, and his arms were sore from carrying so many trays all afternoon. He walked over to the booth with a family of four sitting there glaring at him.

Even the kids had pouts, looking at Tangee like he stole their Christmas presents. Tangee could see this was going to be one of those days.

Tangee rolled his eyes as he saw the scowl the mother was wearing.
Let her get off her ass and bust some tables and see how she
feels afterward.
He prayed Cody and Frank found help soon. They said that they were looking, but so far no luck.

Which was odd.

They lived in a village that was a mixture of blue-collar and poor.

He would think half the damn town would jump at the job. The economy sucked right now. Tangee knew for a fact half the people who lived in town were struggling to make ends meet.

“What can I start you off with to drink?” he asked as he approached the table. Normally he loved his job. It was a chance to meet new people and get to know the citizens who lived here. It was a great feeling to Tangee. He liked most of them, but some acted like sour pusses half the time.

“It’s about time,” the woman said as she picked up her menu.

Tangee held back the growl. They had been sitting here for at least ten minutes, and
now
they wanted to look at the menu? He tapped out his foot in irritation, glancing at the next booth over, seeing the people staring at him impatiently.

It wasn’t his damn fault!

“I think I’ll have…hmm.” The woman went back to looking over her menu. Sometimes Tangee hated when people passing through stopped in to eat. Most of them acted just like this.

Tangee shoved the order pad back into his apron, ready to throttle the woman. “Flag me down when you’re ready.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” she said with a bite to her words, giving Tangee the evil eye as she wiggled a finger at him. “It was hard enough getting you over here. You’re not going anywhere until we’ve given you our orders.”

Tangee glanced around the diner, seeing hands flagging him over everywhere he looked. This just couldn’t be happening. It was bad enough the holidays were right around the corner, a time of year that was starting to mean nothing to Tangee for some reason.

Somewhere along the way he had lost his Christmas spirit, and he was feeling like an irritable shit right now. “I’ll be back.”

“Come back here!”

Tangee ignored the woman as he rushed across the diner. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but with a crowd this large, people needed to have their orders ready when he got to them.

And they needed to have some damn manners as well. Just because he was a waiter didn’t mean people could talk to him any old kind of way.

He bit his bottom lip to stop the groan when he saw old man Wilson sitting at one of the booths by himself. He could have taken a counter seat. The booths were for bigger crowds. And Tangee hated waiting on old man Wilson.

Every time the guy saw Tangee, he felt a need to stop and comment on his various tattoos. It was like a major thing with the guy.

But that only got the ball rolling. Once he commented on Tangee’s tattoos, he went into reminiscing about some war he had been in, and the prices at the grocery store, the economy, his back pains, and hemorrhoids.

Okay, he didn’t really hate talking to old man Wilson, minus the hemorrhoid lecture, but he never had time. The place always kept Tangee jumping. Mr. Wilson always seemed to show up when the place was packed.

“What can I get for you, Mr. Wilson?” Tangee asked.

He already knew what the guy was going to order. It wasn’t like he didn’t order the same thing every single time he came in here. But old man Wilson still feigned at reading the menu for an hour, as if he had too many choices to choose from.

“My, what nice tattoos you have, Tangee. Have I ever told you about the time when I was a bucking Marine and went to get my first tattoo? I was full of piss and vinegar back in the day…” Tangee waved at Keata behind the counter, signaling him to make a fresh pot of coffee. Old man Wilson was going to order one, and drink it for an hour as he decided on what to eat before ordering his usual.

“I’ll be back.” Tangee patted Mr. Wilson’s shoulder before moving on to the next booth. He spotted Steven’s mate coming through the door. Roman came in here every day to check on the cook.

And to fool around with his mate in the kitchen.

Everyone here knew that, so he had no clue why Roman always played it off when he snuck into the kitchen.

Tangee waved a hand around. “Take a seat…” He looked around the diner, seeing how truly packed it was. “In the kitchen,” he mumbled as he walked back over to the irate woman who was waving both hands in the air now.

He wondered if it would make him a bad person if he smacked her with a menu. He hoped not, because the urge was strong.

By the time the lunch crowd thinned, Tangee was ready to rip his apron in half. “Frank, are you going to hire some help or what?” he asked as he took a seat at the counter, his feet barking loudly.

“We’re trying to find at least two more to help you out, Tang,” Frank said as he slid a hot cocoa over to Tangee. He picked it up, blowing across the top when he spotted a guy walking through the door. Tangee pretty much knew everyone in Brac Village, so this was either someone passing through or a newcomer to town.

He didn’t pay any attention to the man.

“Take a seat wherever you’d like,” he said with his back to the stranger as he took his first sip of cocoa. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the tension knotted inside. He could use one of Loco’s famous massages and a hot bath.

“Give me time. I’ll find you some help. You’re doing a great job,” Frank said as he walked back toward the kitchen.

Yeah, what a great job. He wanted to strangle half the damn customers right about now. The closer the holidays got, the more pissy people started acting. Tangee would never understand grouchy people.

“Excuse me. I’m a little lost,” the stranger said in a deep voice that practically floated over to Tangee.

He sighed and set his mug down.

He was never going to get a break until he clocked out. “Where are you heading?” Tangee asked as he turned on the stool and got a closer look at the stranger.

He inhaled sharply. His tongue grew two sizes too big for his mouth, and his heart was in his throat.

The stranger looked just like his father!

Or at least the pictures Tangee had of a man that died before he was even born. The man had the same facial features, the same rough cut to his jaw, the same flowing auburn hair with red highlights, and the same teal-green eyes.

Tangee wouldn’t have been able to rip his eyes away from the stranger if the diner had caught fire and burned down around him.

“I’m looking for my son,” the man said as he smiled at Tangee, his teal-green eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lighting of the diner.

Tangee swallowed hard as he stared up at the spitting image of his father.

“W–Who is your son?” he asked as he laid a hand on the counter to steady himself. He glanced around, seeing that no one had noticed the stranger or that Tangee was standing there talking to him.

He cut his eyes back quickly, drinking the man’s facial features in.

He just couldn’t get over how much the guy resembled his deceased father. It was uncanny, and very strange to be staring at such a likeness.

The stranger shook his head, his eyes locked onto to Tangee’s. He felt as though the man could see right through him. Tangee had an urge to throw himself into the man’s arms.

It was an urge so strong that Tangee had to will his body to stay still.

The stranger cocked his head, his eyes filling with sadness. “I’ve never met him before,” the man said softly. “He’s a grown man now, out on his own, facing the world like a true man should.” Tangee swallowed, unable to hold back his tears as they ran unchecked down his cheeks. He placed a hand over his mouth to stifle the cry as he looked around the diner again and saw that no one was paying them any attention.

Everyone was going on about their business as if Tangee weren’t standing there crying like a baby.

The man reached out and brushed the tears from Tangee’s face with the back of his knuckles. “He’s strong and has taken on the responsibilities that a man should.” Tangee nodded his head, wiping at his eyes. “I have. It was hard, but I did it.”

“And I’m so proud of you.”

Tangee let the cry escape as he flung himself into his father’s arms. He didn’t know how this was possible, but he inhaled his father’s scent as he cried like a babe. Strong, protective arms encompassed him, holding him tight and making him feel like the world was a safer place to live in.

“I love you, Dad.”

Sky ran his hands over Tangee’s back, giving him a tight squeeze before releasing him. “I love you, too, son. I wanted to let you know that I’ve loved you before you were born, and a father couldn’t be more proud than I am of the man that stands before me.” Tangee’s throat closed up as the tears nearly blinded him. “How are you here?”

Sky smiled and ran a hand over his head, pulling Tangee forward by the back of his neck, and laid a soft kiss on his forehead. After a moment, he released Tangee and started to back away, his eyes brimming with tears.