He grimaced and, with a last glance outside at the snow-covered yard and the rows of Christmas trees beyond, settled across from her in the two-person Jacuzzi. “That might make for a messy parade route today.”
“It makes it feel more like Christmas.”
He didn’t mind snow if he didn’t have to work. Or his wife didn’t have to work. Or his boys didn’t have to get into a vehicle, which they did today. “That mountain of presents we bought them, as well as the rest of the family bought them, will no doubt make it feel like Christmas.”
“But it makes the evergreens really pretty and the kids will love it.”
Not only did their small farm butt up next to his parent’s larger farm, his father had planted more evergreens on their property to expand their Christmas tree business. It was one of the reasons Marc bought the place.
Though, he had to completely redo the original farmhouse before he moved in over ten years ago.
He loved the property. It was peaceful. They had a clear view of the mountain range to the north and with their place being right next to his parents’, his father kept the boys involved with the tree farm. They even sometimes hung out with Oliver at the Boneyard Bakery, while Amanda made the organic dog treats she shipped all over the world.
Having all three boys close in age was perfect, with Austin being six, cousin Oliver being five, and their current youngest, Jax, being four.
Yeah, they got into tussles but they got over their little spats quickly. Plus, his pop had no qualms in taking any of the boys by the collar and getting them straightened out. Not only was the man a great father but he was an unbelievable grandfather and lived for his grandkids.
Marc couldn’t ask for more.
Except for baby number three to be a girl. For Leah. She wanted another girl in the house badly and he wanted it for her.
Plus, Hannah was Max’s “Daddy’s Little Girl” and Marc kind of wanted that for himself. But no matter what the baby was, as long as he or she was happy and healthy, they’d be happy.
They had chosen to find out what they were having when Leah was pregnant with Austin and Jax, but this time, they decided they wanted to be surprised.
It was hard waiting. He had to stop from asking Carly, who was Leah’s OB/GYN, just about every time he saw her. Which was a lot. If he cheated and found out behind Leah’s back... And then she discovered he knew? He winced. She would tear his piercings right out of his nipples.
“You’re too far away.” Leah’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“The tub isn’t that big, Leah. It’s not an Olympic-sized pool. And I have a reason for sitting here.”
“What’s that?”
He pulled his hand from the bubbling water and held his palm out flat. “I’m starting your Christmas gift early.”
She tilted her head and stared at his hand, confused.
“I got you, Mom, Carly and Amanda a full day at the spa. A whole day of pampering for the women in my life.”
“What?” she whispered. She fluttered her eyelashes and shuddered. “I think I just came again.”
He laughed. “I figured you’d like that. I know how uncomfortable you get and maybe this will help just a little, since you insist you only got pregnant again for me.”
“And why are you holding your hand like that?”
“Because, like I said, I’m going to start it early.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “What?”
He rolled his eyes. “Give me your foot.”
Her frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile and as her leg rose from the water, he grabbed it, sliding both hands down her smooth calf, around her ankle and to her foot. The second he wrapped his fingers around it, she groaned.
“I didn’t even do anything yet.”
“I know,” she breathed, “but...”
He held her heel with one hand and began to use the magic fingers of his other on the sole of her foot, between her toes, in the arch, along the top...
Her moans and groans were music to his ears. The harder he pressed, the louder she got. She leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, closed her eyes and her body turned to putty right before his.
“Marc.”
He grinned at the liquid way she said his name. “Yeah, baby?”
“You’re a god right now.”
He chuckled. “I finally achieved my life’s goal.”
“Just. Don’t. Stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you tell me to.”
She lifted one eyelid. “Well, then they might have to bury us together in this tub because I’m never telling you to stop.”
“Okay, I’ll stop once I get hard again.”
The other eyelid opened. “You are getting older, so that might be a while.”
“The way you’re moaning and groaning? It might be just a few minutes.”
“Then keep massaging. You need to do both feet equally before that happens.”
She closed her eyes, leaned her head back again and let out a long sigh as he continued to rub and work the tension out of her feet.
He’d never been a foot man, but he’d have to admit that his wife’s were pretty damn sexy. Perfectly shaped and well-manicured, with the toenails painted a feminine lavender. Purple was her favorite color.
He lifted her foot higher, careful not to upset her balance and kissed along the bottom of her foot.
“Marc...”
He sucked her big toe into his mouth.
Both eyes popped open. “Marc!”
“You don’t like that?”
“Stick to your hands, not your mouth, please.”
He grinned and teased her by slipping his tongue between two of her toes and waggling it.
“Marc! That’s probably what it felt like when Trouble licked your balls!”
“Fine, if you don’t appreciate my tongue.”
“Believe me, I appreciate it, just not there. Rub.”
“Slave driver,” he grumbled.
Her other foot nudged between his thighs and her toes pressed gently against his sac.
“What are you doing?”
“Just seeing how much time I have left before you’re hard.”
“If you keep toeing my balls,
