A McKenzie Christmas (6 page)

Rosie cocked a brow and smirked. “Not yet, but I will be tonight.”

He raised a brow and grinned. “Wife, if you want to go to this place you have your heart set on, I suggest you keep those ideas to yourself for now.”

She giggled and jumped into his arms. “I love you. Let’s go.”

The snow fell around them as they walked through the market and Rosie couldn’t help but smile. She was glad that Lily had suggested the Christmas market, and she was delighted that she’d also managed to get her husband to take time off to be with her. Ruben worked hard to keep his club at the top and Rosie was so proud of him and what he’d accomplished.

They did get time to themselves, but not usually around the holidays because Kenza would always be jam-packed—more than usual. During the holidays, it was all-hands-on-deck and no one, not even the boss took time off. So she’d been delighted when he’d agreed and brought her to the market. The
open air
market was magical with the small snow flakes drifting down around them and the sparkling lights of each stall. Their breath fogged in the crisp air, but Rosie felt warm as she snuggled into her husband’s arm as they walked around the market. They stopped and watched carolers as they sang
Silent Night
while Ruben wrapped his arms around her.

She loved this time of year and wanted Ruben to enjoy it as much as she did. He grinned and hummed in her ear along to the song, so he was getting there. But as
Silent Night
came to an end, and it looked like the singers were about to take a break, Ruben kept one arm around her shoulders and moved them toward the ice rink.

Rosie knew that he dreaded the ice and felt a twinge of regret that she had to force him to do this since he was only doing this part for her. When they had their skates on, if he still didn’t want to step on the ice, she’d let him off the hook. She loved him and certainly didn’t want him to be forced into ice-skating if he was so against it.

The rink had a large Christmas tree to one side with Santa, reindeer, and snowmen set up in a display to delight any one who was a child at heart, herself included.

“Mmm.” Rosie sighed, and looked up at her husband. Her heart melted when she saw the love for her on his face. His eyes heated as she caressed his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. “I just needed to tell you.”

Ruben rested his forehead against hers. “You tell me all the time and it never gets old hearing it, because I love you too. Always, Rosie.”

She reached up and kissed his cold lips, her hand against his jaw. “Will you take me on the ice?”

He grinned and answered, “I’ll take you anywhere.” He kissed her on the nose. “But, I think we’d get arrested.”

It took her a minute but when she realized what she actually said, she batted his hands away. “I can’t believe you. I’m trying to be loving and romantic and you’re teasing.” She laughed.

Ruben’s face fell at her words, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her back into him. “I’m sorry.” He cupped her cold face with his gloved hands. “I love you, and yes, I will put on ice skates and hold your hand on the ice.”

She smiled with fresh snowflakes on her lashes. “Thank you.” She placed a quick kiss to his lips before she offered, “If you really don’t want to go on the ice, its okay, Ruben. I don’t want to force you and I know you’d rather watch ice hockey than actually be on the ice.”

“Babe, I’ll do anything you want. Anything for my Rosie.” He placed a chaste kiss to her cold lips, took her hand and headed toward the booth for the skates.

She was speechless and let him guide her. So much so, that he had her boots off and skates on before she came back to her senses. She watched her husband in silence as he sat on the bench beside her to see to his own boots and skates. Before he could move, Rosie straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him close.

Ruben tipped her face up to his. “What’s wrong, Rosie?”

She shook her head and stayed silent. If she tried to talk she’d probably burst into tears. “I’m okay,” she whispered, “just overwhelmed.”

It took her a few minutes to pull herself together, and she climbed shakily to her feet. She swayed on her skates but quickly found her balance. “Let’s go on the ice.” She held her hand out to Ruben, who wrapped her smaller one up in his as they made their way to the rink.

The rink wasn’t designed for hockey matches but it was designed for families to enjoy the ice…or for lovers to skate together. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for their town. They took a few minutes to watch some of the children skate around while their parents watched from the sidelines. The kids were good, and so much better than she knew her and Ruben would be.

But what were a few Christmas bumps, right? “This looks like fun,” she commented, wondering if she’d made a mistake because, really, she couldn’t ice skate either. She just liked the idea and how romantic it would be to hold Ruben’s hand as they skated.

“Um, Rosie?”

She glanced at her husband, who grinned now that he was on to her. “You can do this, right?”

“Of course I can.”

Ruben started laughing. “C’mon. Once around the rink,” he took her hand, “and then hot chocolate with marshmallows.”

“Mmm, that sounds good.”

Ruben kept her steady on the ice, and it turned out that her husband had better balance on the ice than she did. He managed to keep them up right…at least…until they were nearing the exit. As safety approached and Rosie breathed for the first time since being on the ice, a child, about eight or nine, zoomed past and sent Ruben crashing to the ice with Rosie landing on top of him. A whoosh left his lips.

They lay in a sprawl of arms and legs seconds before Rosie started to laugh, followed by Ruben. “Are you okay?” Rosie giggled. “I’m sorry.” She smirked. “I shouldn’t laugh.” She giggled again and scrambled to her feet, slipping as she climbed up the side of the rink wall. “Give me your hand and I’ll pull you up.”

“No way. I’ll pull you back down.” Ruben rolled to his hands and knees and got himself upright.

Rosie pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you for doing that. I’m ready for hot chocolate now.”

He squeezed her before he helped her from the ice.

Ruben was frustrated as he worked in his office sorting bills to be paid from bills already paid. He needed to be more organized, and usually was, but his beautiful wife had a way of distracting him.

They’d both enjoyed a warm bath to soothe the sore muscles from the ice skating attempt once they’d returned from the Christmas market and the rink, and of course it took longer than it should have. But hopefully, that would be the end to the ice-skating and Rosie wouldn’t get that particular idea into her head again. He hoped she’d learned her lesson.

She challenged him in ways that he loved. And her body challenged him in other ways.

In fact, her curvy body had kept him in a semi state of arousal while she’d been busy. He liked the mistletoe part of the holidays because once it was
up,
he made sure to be constantly caught beneath it with her. She’d had the last laugh though when she pulled him close and locked lips. It had been nothing like the other chaste kisses they’d exchanged under the stuff, it had blown his socks off, and left him hard and aching. His sexy wife knew what she’d done to him and had continued to tease him for the rest of the day, which was probably why he was still hard behind his zipper, and distracted.

About to say to hell with it and go in search of Rosie, he heard the handle of his door as it started to turn. He sighed in relief when Rosie slipped inside. She turned the key in the lock behind her before she slipped the two deadbolts home.

With a mixture of knowing that they were locked inside his office together, and the short dress his wife wore, his balls ached. He knew her fantasy, and his for that matter, was about to come true. The minute she’d told him what she wanted
,
he hadn’t been able to get it out of his head. Since they’d been together, Rosie had gotten past her shyness and she’d learned to trust him. He’d not once let her down and he never would.

Rosie leaned back against the locked door. “Evening, husband.”

He grinned. “Evening, wife.”

*

Rosie continued to hold Ruben’s gaze but she made no move toward him. Instead, she leaned against the locked door as her heart beat frantically in her chest with a nervous kind of excitement. Ruben made her feel alive and she knew that he loved her, and her alone, which gave her the confidence that she needed to carry out her fantasies, and his.

She licked along her lips, and watched as Ruben’s eyes dropped to follow the movement of her tongue. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

His eyes darkened with lust at her words as she heard his boots drop from his feet beneath the desk. The rest of his clothes followed quickly and then he was in front of his desk, his ass perched on the top.

The throb between her thighs grew in intensity at the sight before her. Her husband was sun-kissed and his muscles were in all the right places. She loved the hair on his chest because, when they were close, it would tickle and arouse her. The hair trailed down to his groin and surrounded his hugely swollen cock, which reached up to his navel—the tip glistened with precum.

“You have too many clothes on.”

She agreed with him and lifted her dress above her head. It dropped to the floor with a flick of her wrist, forgotten.

*

Ruben didn’t know how he was going to keep his hands off her, especially when she removed her dress and he saw the thigh highs. His dick jumped with excitement and need to be inside her. He wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked a few times, knowing that Rosie loved to watch him touch himself.

“Chair,” she croaked, and then cleared her throat.

He moved on unsteady legs to drop his ass onto the chair. He sat and waited, his legs spread when he saw the silk ties in her hand.

She walked closer on her high heels, and straddled his thighs. Her breasts were nearly eye level, and as she bent slightly to fasten one of his wrists lightly to the back of the chair, he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Her body shuddered, her pussy rubbed against the length of him, and it took a great deal of strength to not impale her.

Rosie quickly fastened his other wrist to the chair. Both her hands went to his shoulders and held on while she used her wet pussy to rub back and forth against his rigid length. He was so hard that the veins popped; his dick tingled and dripped with precum…he couldn’t stop. Her breasts rubbed against his face. He could hardly catch his breath with all his senses on overload.

“You’re killing me,” he moaned.

Rosie tipped his head back and smiled down at him. “I love you.” She kissed her way from his lips, along his neck, chest, and abs.
Reaching
his navel, she dropped to her knees with a kiss to the crown of his dick.

With a silk tie, Rosie teased. The silk trailed over him like a caress, which caused him to arch up. His cock was on fire and pulsed with a life of its own. She hadn’t finished with the teasing though, and tickled down his legs to his ankles where she tied them to the legs of the chair.

If he wanted to, he wouldn’t have a problem getting out of them, but it drove him nuts being tied down while she had her way with him.

“You look so…aroused,” she smiled, sitting back on her heels, “that I don’t know where to touch you first.”