Page 3 of A Stag Family Christmas

I groan, imagining how good it feels when she lets me slide my cock in between her tits. "Fuck, Juniper. I need you so much." She disappears from the screen and I sit up, but I start stroking again when I see that she's settled back in her desk chair with her legs spread open. She hikes up her pencil skirt slowly, teasing me, and I start sweating when I catch a glimpse of her silk panties.

"What would you do to these if you were here right now, Ty?" She drums her fingers on her thighs and I want to dive through the screen and push her hand aside.

"I'd bury my face right in your beautiful pussy, baby. I'd lick you until you scream my name." I grunt, feeling the build up of pleasure as I fist my own cock, remembering how good it feels to make my wife cum with my tongue.

Juniper's fingers are flying around her clit now. I can see the shine of her wedding ring catch the light as she moves her hand around.She's mine,I think, picking up speed. "Tell me more, Ty," she pants, dropping one hand to rub her nipple as she keeps strumming her needy bud.

"Oh, god, baby, I want to sink inside you. I want to bury my cock to the root and wrap those long legs of yours around my back. I want to move with you until we both forget our names. Fuck!" I'm so close.

"Ooooooh, yes, Tyrion. I love it when you fuck me. Shit, Ty. Yes!” She pants and her hand stops. "I just came, babe. Are you close?" She leans forward again and I can see a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. Her face is flushed with pleasure and she's breathing heavy. "I want to see, Ty. I want to see you cum."

Who could say no to that? "Aahhh!" I shout as I cum, white hot spunk spraying my fist. I'm gasping for breath. I slump back in the chair, waiting for my eyes to roll back into their sockets properly. "Juniper, you blow my mind, baby. I love you so much."

I see an incoming call from my brother Thatcher, but I click decline. I'm busy with my wife, here.

Juniper smiles and tucks her loose hair behind her ear. She straightens up in her chair, winces again, and starts to gather up her files.What’s with the wincing, I wonder, tucking my junk back in my shorts. "I love you, too, babe. How about you let me get back to this and we can go for it in person in a few hours?" How can she just shift gears so quickly? That’s what I love about her—Juniper is just good at everything.

Thatcher calls again. Jesus, will nobody let me talk to my damn wife? "Junebug," I sigh. "I gotta go. Thatcher keeps calling. Hurry home to me?"

She nods, but I can see she's already back in her work. She's trying to wrap everything up there at the firm. I know she's trying not to get too confident, but Juniper is going to win this election. Everyone can see it. I hang up and decide to finally shower before I call my brother back. I'm even more of a mess than I was right after practice.

I think about how I can clean this place up a little bit before Juniper gets home--there's a 24 hour dry cleaner not too far away and I can at least drop off all our laundry--and, brother forgotten, I climb into a steaming shower with a plan.

3

TIM

The office is too quiet today. My wife packed up our son from the on-site daycare and took him home a few hours earlier. Said she had some outside business to attend to, whatever that means. I frown in the direction of my office door, thinking about how a few years ago, I hated any form of disruption here at work. This place was cut-throat, but ever since Alice and Juniper came along, our culture has changed as much as our client base. Hell, I just signed a damn approval for a holiday party at the indoor trampoline park.

Juniper’s idea, of course. Right before she leaves us for the judge’s robes. I should be happier for her. Our profits have increased and we all seem to enjoy our jobs a little more. This is why we need her. I'm thrilled for Juniper as my sister-in-law. She's going to kick ass in this election and make a fair judge. I'm damn proud to have her in the family.

But as her boss? I'm going to be screwed. I'm losing an amazing lawyer. She's helped me diversify and build my empire here at Stag Law. At least I still have my wife working here, keeping me sane. And fed. My stomach rumbles and I realize I missed lunch today. If Alice had been here, she would have come and found me. Made sure I tasted whatever she was making.

I hired her as the corporate chef here at Stag Law, but I had no idea she would transform my entire life. I used to think I only lusted after her, that once I slept with Alice she’d stop driving me to distraction. But actually, Alice taught me how to trust. How to let someone love me. Now, I can’t think straight when she’s not around.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've left work before 5, but I'm not getting anything done here and I'm just making myself grouchy. I decide to go home and find Alice. I stop by my assistant's desk on my way out the door. Donna raises an eyebrow at me and says, "You don't have any outside meetings on your schedule today. What's up, Timber?"

"Donna," I say, rapping her desk. "I'm going home early today."

Her mouth hangs open for a second, and then she shakes her head and pulls herself together. "I'll have a briefing on your desk for your key cases and clients in the morning."

“Thanks, Donna.” I pause. “You should go home early, too. I can do the briefing from home.” She smiles and shakes her head at me as I take the elevator to the parking garage.

I realize Alice has left me without a car, so I call up a ride. This shit makes me nervous. I hate letting other people drive me around. My mother was killed in a car accident, and while Alice is helping me work on letting go of my tendency to control everyone, I'm pretty stuck on needing to control the steering wheel, especially with my family on board. I pull up my case notes on my phone to take my mind off the driver.

There’s a note from Ty’s agent—coach is concerned Ty has lost his edge. I wonder what’s going on there. I think about calling him to take my mind off this ride, but we pull up to my house just as I finish reading my email.

I can see my front door is hanging open even though it's freezing outside. I also hear a ruckus in the house, so I know Alice's sister Amy is over with her 3 boys. I exhale deeply, wondering if they've shoved Petey down the laundry shoot again or flushed my best neck ties down the toilet.

My home life used to be a lot more orderly, too. I have to remind myself how miserable I was with my tidy corners and clean countertops. But shit, do all these kids have to leave the door hanging open?

I close the door behind me and try to yell out that I'm home early, but the boys are shrieking and running up and down the stairs. "Ouch!" Something hits me in the neck. I hear my nephews cackling and see that it's just a foam bullet from a toy gun.Little snots.I walk toward the kitchen rubbing my neck, and I freeze in my tracks when I see my wife.

Her back is toward me and she's holding her wild, curly hair to the side. Her sister Amy is leaning close to check out something on Alice's back. I can see the skin is red and raised. I walk closer as Amy meets my eye. She smiles and I peer down. My wife has a tattoo.

I touch the warm skin of the fresh tattoo and Alice yelps. She turns around in my arms and her huge, violet eyes look up into mine. "Damn it. It was supposed to be a surprise."

My wife got the Stag family tattoo on her shoulder blade. I'm speechless, touched. I just never considered that she'd want to be part of that with me and my brothers. “Alice,” I breathe. “I’m definitely surprised. Can I see it again?"

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