Free Under the Mistletoe With Me by Kristen Proby Page A

Brynna and the girls, and
Brynna’s parents.
    There’s a
hell of a lot of us.
    Brynna and
Matt have their heads together at the kitchen table, talking seriously and
quietly, most likely about whatever in the hell the situation was that made her
run from Chicago. Matt shakes his head and Brynna slams her fist on the table
in frustration and then stomps away from the table.
    Caleb’s
head snaps up at the loud sound, and he watches Brynna leave the room, his eyes
narrowed and trained on her curvy ass.
    Fuck, I’m
not getting mixed up in it.
    Stacy is
sitting in the rocker with Sophie, cooing and laughing at our sweet baby. God,
I go all soft when I see them, all soft skin and auburn hair – I swear, Soph’s
hair is going to be auburn like Stacy’s. I wander over to them, hand the hot
apple cider in my hand to Stacy and lift them both, sit in the chair, and
settle them on my lap.
    “Wow,
Uncle ‘saac is strong! He lifted two people!” Josie exclaims, her sweet dark
eyes wide, and I chuckle.
    “He is,”
Stacey responds and kisses my cheek. Mmm… she smells good. I bury my face in her
neck and take a deep breath.
    “Let’s go
home,” I whisper in her ear, smiling as she shivers.
    “We just got
here,” she giggles and pushes me playfully away.
    “I don’t
care.”
    “Get your
nose out of the poor girl’s ear, Isaac. She’ll go deaf.” Jules is glaring at
us, so I decide to taunt her. I am, after all, her big brother. It’s my job.
    “Nat?” I
ask, not taking my eyes off my gorgeous wife.
    “Yeah?” I
can hear her smile.
    “Take
Sophie for a sec?”
    “Sure.”
    Sophie is
lifted out of our lap and I fold Stace into my arms and look into her sexy
hazel eyes. They’re glowing, in that way they do when she’s turned on, and it
makes my cock twitch. She gives me a sassy little smirk.
    “You love
pissing Jules off, don’t you?” she whispers.
    I just
grin and kiss her, deeply, teasing her lips with my own, dip my tongue in her
mouth, and then pull back, kiss her nose and her forehead and settle her
against my chest.
    “Puke,”
Jules mutters.
    “What is
it with you and PDA?” Brynna asks, walking back into the room from the deck.
Matt’s on the phone in the kitchen, in the middle of a heated discussion, eyes
on Brynna.
    I wonder
if something’s going on there?
    But then
Bryn glances at Caleb and flushes pink when he catches her gaze and offers her
a grin.
    I’m so not
getting mixed into that. No fucking way.
    “I don’t
mind PDA if I’m the one receiving it,” Jules responds casually. “I just don’t
need to see my family doing it.”
    “Prude,”
Nat murmurs and kisses Sophie on the cheek.
    “Don’t be
a bitch, Nat.” Jules responds.
    Natalie
sticks her tongue out at her and everyone chuckles.
    “How have
you been feeling, Stacy?” my mom asks from the floor, where she’s coloring with
the twins. “Isaac mentioned that you’d been having headaches.”
    Stacy
tenses in my arms, and I feel her inhale sharply.
    What
the fuck?
    “Oh,” she
nuzzles my chest with her cheek. “I’m fine. No headaches for a few days now.”
    “Good.”
Mom nods and goes back to the girls, but I’m not buying it. I grasp Stacy’s
chin with my thumb and forefinger and tilt her head back to look at me. She
looks a bit apprehensive and bites her delicious bottom lip.
    “What?”
she asks.
    “You and I
need to talk,” I mutter and kiss her again.
    “Oh, we’ll
talk,” she mutters under her breath.
    Before I
can pick her up and carry her out of the room to demand some answers, dinner is
served by the catering crew that Luke hired. He decided, and I agreed, that
cooking for this many people was too much to ask of any of our women. They
should enjoy the holiday too, so from here on out, family gatherings will be
catered.
    Except
barbeques in the summer because my dad would have a stroke if he didn’t man the
grill himself.
    And I
can’t blame him.
    Dinner
brings more chaos of brothers ragging on each