Second Chance Holiday (11 page)
“Okay, honey,” she mumbles. When he walks away, she says, “When our girls get older, he is so screwed.”
“Tired?” Mike asks.
I roll over to look at him. “Yes, but I had a really great time,” I tell him, wrapping my arm around his stomach. “June and July have their daddy wrapped around their little fingers.” I smile.
“They do,” he agrees and takes a breath. “I couldn’t ask for more for my daughter or my grandbabies. He loves all of them unconditionally and would do anything for them.”
“I love that for them,” I say, kissing his chest.
“Just think. Next year, that will be us and our little man,” he says, and I smile.
“I can’t wait to make thousands of memories with you,” I tell him quietly.
“Me too, babe,” he says, kissing the top of my forehead.
After seeing Mike with his granddaughters and Brandon, I know that the memories we make as a family will be extra special.
MIKE
A few years later
“S
o, you’re going
to let me run the club?” Brandon asks.
I nod. I never really thought about retiring at my age, but I like the idea of being home with Kat. Brandon has taken it upon himself to get management classes under his belt, and he had also proven himself mature enough on more than one occasion to run the club without me around. I knew that he would take the job seriously and always treat the girls at the club with respect. He also works well with Joe, and that says a lot. My brother is difficult and doesn’t trust many people, but he loves Brandon like his own kid.
“Yep. I’m handing the reins over to you. But if you need me, I’ll be around,” I tell him, watching as his face changes.
He looks away from me and scrubs his hands down his face before lowering his head, his shoulders slumping. “I know you’re not my dad,” he says, and I can hear the strain in his voice.
“I’m not,” I tell him, watching as he slowly lifts his head.
“You’re not my dad, but you’re the man I look up to. The man who has shown me how to be a man, and for that, I will always be grateful and would be honored if you would let me call you Dad.”
I sit back in my chair and look at the man in front of me. The kid who used to wear jeans that were way too baggy now wears suits on a daily basis. His hair, which was shaggy, is now groomed and cut into a style that says he cares about his appearance. Women and men notice him when he walks into a room. Where he used to be quick to anger, he is now cautious in his reactions. I didn’t raise him, but he is no longer the boy I once knew. He is now a man, and I would like to think I had something to do with that.
“I would be proud to call you my son,” I tell him.
I watch his eyes fill with tears. Then he takes a breath and shakes his head smiling.
“I’m not gonna cry about this shit.” He shakes his head again before standing up. “I have work to do. Can you tell Mom that I’ll see her this weekend for Christmas dinner?”
“Of course,” I mutter, my chest still compressed from the sheer weight of what just happened. “You bringing a date?” I ask when he gets to the door.
“No, Dad, and you can tell Mom I said that,” he says before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Then I pick up the phone, call Kat, and tell her that I will be home for dinner.
“Baby, wake up.
It’s Christmas,” I whisper to November, who grunts and rolls away from me. Nothing much has changed since we got together. “Baby, we need to get up. Everyone’s gonna be here soon.”
“Go away,” she mutters, sticking her head under the pillow.
“Baby, we gotta make breakfast,” I remind her.
“Asher, I swear I will kill you one of these days,” she cries, making me chuckle.
I force her to her back before placing my mouth over hers in a deep kiss. Then I lift her out of the bed and put her on her feet.
“Now go get ready to help me make breakfast,” I say before smacking her ass and leaving the room.
“Stay like that,”
I groan into Liz’s ear and plant myself balls-deep inside her tight pussy. I swear I will never get enough of this, of her.
“Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close,” she whispers, and I smile and slide back out.
“Not gonna stop, babe. Just hold still,” I tell her again, swiveling my hips.
“Yesss,” she hisses.
“Dada, frewnd!” I hear my son cry.
I stop and look down at Liz, who narrows her eyes on me.
“It’s Christmas!” my daughter yells through the baby monitor in my son’s room. Then my boy starts to laugh.
I lay my head against Liz’s back and want to cry—my kids are total cock blockers.
“You owe me ten orgasms,” Liz says, falling to her stomach. “And hours of oral,” she adds, putting her head under the pillow.
“Sorry, baby. Merry Christmas,” I tell her, kissing her quickly and getting out of bed to go get my kids.
“What the hell?”
I put out my hand in search of Lilly and come up with a small, cloth-covered foot. I lift my head, look across the expanse of our California king bed, and see that Jax and Ashlyn have both gotten into bed with us and are lying crossways in the bed between Lilly and me. I sit up and straighten first Jax then Ashlyn before making my way over to Lilly. Lying down along her back and wrapping my arms around her, I breathe in her scent.
“It’s Christmas,” she whispers.
I smile against her neck. “It is. Do you want your gift?” I ask, rubbing myself against her.
“Nice try, mister. I know the kids are in bed with us,” she groans.
“They are. I guess you’ll have to get my gift later,” I tell her, kissing her neck and making her laugh.
“Daddy, it’s Christmas!” I hear behind me.
I roll to my back just in time for Ashlyn to land on my gut, making me grunt.
“Do we get to open owe pwesents now?” Jax asks.
I look over at Lilly as Ashlyn crawls on top of her and Jax comes to lie on my chest.
“First, you have to brush your teeth. Then you can see what Santa brought for you,” Lilly says.
At that, both the kids get out of bed and take off out of the room.
“Alone at last,” Lilly says, running her fingers through my hair as I lower my mouth to hers.
“Santa came!” the kids shout.
I groan, closing my eyes. “We need another ‘naked house’ day,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“Well, then, I guess I got you the perfect gift,” she says, getting out of bed.
I watch her go before lying back, looking up at the ceiling, and smiling.
“I can’t fit
into anything!” Sophie cries lying back on the bed in a huff. Her large, pregnant stomach rolls as our daughters move around. Her naked breasts rise and fall and her pussy is slightly visible through the thin, white fabric she’s wearing.
“You looked good in what you had on,” I tell her, kneeling down between her legs with my hands on her stomach.
Her head comes up and she looks at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrow. “I look like a whale,” she says, laying her head back down. “A giant, stuffed whale.”
“You look gorgeous, sexy as fuck,” I tell her and pull down her panties, tossing them behind me. “You look good enough to eat.” I breathe over her pussy, which is pink and swollen from pregnancy.
“Nico,” she whimpers, raising her hips.
My beautiful girl is so sensitive; the slightest touch is enough to set her off lately. I love her pregnant. Her body is so ripe. Her taste is fucking addictive.
“Breathe, baby,” I say against the lips of her sex before spreading them open with my thumbs and taking a swipe of her with my tongue. The second her taste fills my mouth, I go at her, burying my face in her pussy.
“Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever,” she whispers.
I couldn’t agree more.
I look around
the table at everyone. James has his arm around Susan. Asher has his hand on November’s stomach as he and May talk to her four-months-pregnant stomach. Trevor has Liz and his son on his lap. Cash and Lilly are locked in their own private moment while Nico is whispering something to Sophie that is making her smile.
I feel a hand on my thigh, and when I look to my right, my eyes meet Kat’s soft ones. I lean over and place a kiss on her lips. When my son yells, I watch as he holds out the turkey thigh he was eating to Beast, laughing when Beast licks it. I take a full breath then look at Brandon, who looks at me and smiles before laughing at something the kids are doing.
I’m always thankful for what I have, but this year, I’m thankful for the second chances I didn’t even know were possible to have.
The Until Series
Until November
Until Trevor
Until Lilly
Until Nico
Underground Kings Series
Assumption
Obligation – Coming Soon
Distraction – Coming Soon
Alpha Law
Justified – Coming Soon
Liability – Coming Soon
Verdict – Coming Soon
First I want to give thanks to God without him none of this would be possible.
Second I want to thank my husband for always being so supportive and cheering me on even when I want to throw in the towel. To my editor Missy thank you for helping me to enjoy the story of Mike and Kat and thank you Mickey for all your hard work and your amazing brain. Thank you to my cover designer and friend—
I don’t care if she thinks we’re friends or not cause in my head we are
, Sara Eirew your design skills are unbelievable and I will shout that from the rooftops.
Thank you to TRSOR you girls are always so hard working I will forever be thankful for everything you do. To my Beta’s I think I have said it a million time’s but I couldn’t ask for better, thank you all so much for pushing me to finish this book even when you basically had to beat me into it. Aurora’s Roses I wish I could hug each and every one of you. I wish you could all know how much you all brighten my days. To every Blog and reader thank you for taking the time to read and share my books. And to my FBGM girls I’m always grateful to be on this journey with each of you.
XOXO
Aurora
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat whose husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in Tennessee with her husband and their Great Dane Blue. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration every day. Last but not least she is grateful for everyday.
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