Page 10 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

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Callie

Eli carries our suitcases into the small log cabin and places them near the closet.

I take a quick glance around. The inside is one big room, the living room and kitchenette connected, with lots of windows making the space bright and cozy.

In the corner near the electric fireplace is a three-foot Christmas tree decorated with white lights and red ornaments.

On the other side of the room is a huge king-sized bed, calling my name. It’s covered in fluffy white pillows and a matching duvet. I swan-dive onto the cloud-like bed with a yawn. My nap in the car barely put a dent in the exhaustion I feel after the long drive.

I burrow my face into the pillows and breathe in the fresh linen scent of the fluffy white duvet covering the mattress. The material is cool and soft against my cheek, tempting me to curl up and sleep.

As the bed dips beside me, Eli’s warm hand slides under my sweater and spreads across my lower back as he rubs circles. Warm electrical current spreads through me at his loving touch.

“Are you feeling okay, Cal?” His hand drifts up, his fingers sliding across my skin like the soft strokes of a paintbrush.

Rolling onto my side, I rest my cheek on my fist and look up into his endless-ocean eyes. With my index finger, I smooth the pinched line between his brows. “I’m perfect.”

“Are you sure? We can stay in and take a nap.” “Nap” comes out all gravelly and low, making my thighs clench and my nipples harden. Eli gives my butt a little tap before squeezing it and hitting me with that cocky, all-too-knowing smirk of his.

“A nap sounds good.” Unable to resist my man’s luscious lips, I sit up and caress them with mine, not quite kissing him. “You know what would be better?” I lick his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.

The guttural sound of his responding groan almost has me begging for him to rip my clothes off and worship me, but I put my desire aside. For now.

I push him back, increasing the space between us so that I can see his eyes blaze with lust. “Going to see the horses in the new barn.”

“What?” Eli grins.

“Let’s…” I linger before continuing. “Go see the horses, please. I haven’t ridden in so long.

My dad used to take me.” I pop out my bottom lip, knowing Eli is a sucker for the move.

He finds me just as irresistible as I find him.

A newfound surge of energy has me up and off the bed in a flash.

At the door, I bounce on my tiptoes, waiting for Eli to catch up.

He runs his hand over his chin with a hearty chuckle. “As you wish.”

“Oh, my very own Dread Pirate Roberts,” I tease.

Eli has been showing me all his favorite childhood movies, and I have found that Princess Bride is my favorite. Movie nights with Eli are my favorite. Snuggling him, with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me, is by far the best part.

Eli winks at me as he leans back onto the bed, watching me. “Only fair. You are my princess, Buttercup.”

My chest tightens as pure love fills me to the point of bursting. “How did I get so lucky?”

He pins me in place with his penetrating stare as he replies, “I’m the lucky one.”

“I love when you do that.”

His smile widens as he answers me with one of his signature questions. “Do what?”

“Make me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world.”

I didn’t know men like Eli existed in the world. He not only tells me how he feels, but he shows me. Every single day. From the way he gets up early every morning to make my favorite tea to the way he cares for me after taking my body to the brink of orgasmic destruction.

Eli stands to his full height, and in just a few strides, he crowds me, my back pressed against the door. I brace myself, placing my palms on his chest. With his fingers, he brushes the stray hairs around my face behind my ear. Shivers trail down my spine from his featherlight touch.

“You are precious. To me.”

I melt as Eli covers my mouth with his and his arms wrap around my waist. My lips part immediately in invitation to deepen the kiss, which he greedily takes, delving his tongue into my mouth, tangling and sliding it against mine in a sensuous twirl that makes my knees wobble like they’re made of Jello.

Eli holds me up as he presses into me, using the door as leverage to keep me in place.

My fingers dig into his hair for purchase, and my hips match the enthusiasm of his tongue as he explores my mouth.

His cock grows harder with every roll of my pelvis as I lift my leg over his hip in search of the friction my body so desperately needs.

“Does my needy little princess need to come?” His rough voice vibrates against my skin as he trails wet kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

“Yes, please. Right now, Eli. I can’t wait.”

“As you wish.” His words shoot through me like raw electricity, straight to my core, where heat pools between my legs.

Eli grips me behind my thighs and lifts me up.

Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips and dig my heels into his ass.

Still using the door as leverage, Eli holds my ass up with one hand while the other finds its way under my sweater.

He cups my sensitive breast in his large palm before diving beneath the thin, silky fabric of my bra.

I wince as he pinches my nipple between his fingertips.

With a bolt of pleasure, the pain is gone as quickly as it came.

Eli notices and freezes. Concern etches his forehead, and he searches my eyes for any discomfort. “Was I too rough?”

“No, keep going.” I smash my mouth into his, kissing him with everything I’ve got, as I move my hips up and down, grinding my center over the hard ridges of his cock.

“Fuck, I love when you use me to get yourself off.” Eli squeezes my butt cheeks.

“Like this?” My pulsing clit rubs over his jean-covered dick in perfect rhythm. The heat and friction are amazing. Like a rock climber, my body edges closer to the peak of the mountain. The tips of my toes and fingers tingle.

“Yes, just like that, Callie. Fuck, I think I’m going to come with you.”

“Good,” I pant. Is there anything hotter than a man coming in his pants because you turn him on? Definitely not. “So close, Eli. So… I need…”

“I know what you need. Hold on tight.”

I obey and dig my fingers into the tops of Eli’s shoulders as I undulate my hips as fast as I can while he moves me up and down his hard shaft. In a simultaneous attack, Eli pinches my nipple again as he digs his teeth into the exposed area between my neck and shoulder.

My vision blurs as I momentarily catch a big round pair of brown eyes in the window, but I can’t keep mine open long enough to understand what I saw, because in the next second, my eyes close and the taut coil behind my pelvic bone snaps.

I come like a shot in a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss. A hundred silent curses fill my head as it falls back against the door with a thud. Eli growls out my name and stills, coming with me. Our labored breaths are the only sound in the room.

“Holy fuck, I can’t believe I came in my pants dry humping you like a fucking teenager.”

My legs are shaky and tired as I lower them to the ground with a laugh. Eli steadies me and fixes my sweater—like the sweet man he is, always taking care of me. “I never went to high school, so dry humping my boyfriend is a first for me.”

“Another first that’s all mine.” Eli grins as he adjusts his pants. I’d tease him about the wet stain on his jeans, but movement at the window catches my eye again, reminding me of the huge whiskey-colored eyes watching me earlier.

The hair on my arms stands on end, and I grip Eli’s wrist, holding him in place. “Eli?”

“Yeah?”

“I… I think there was someone outside.” I point across the room to the large windowpane, where the only thing visible is the gorgeous mountain view.

“What? Where?”

“In the window. I swear I thought I saw a pair of brown eyes looking at me.”

Eli walks over to the window and peers out, searching the area as best he can.

“I can’t see anything or anyone.” He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his phone, taps the screen, and brings it to his ear.

“Mike. Can you check the area around our cabin? Callie thinks she saw someone outside. Mm-hmm. Thanks.” Eli pockets his phone as I step behind him.

I grip his shirt to peer around his arm.

“Mike is going to search the property. I think we should stay inside until we know for sure it’s safe. ”

“Okay,” I agree. There’s no way I want to leave the room now that there’s the possibility of someone creeping around outside, probably looking to snap a picture.

With a rumbling growl, an angry feathery animal jumps out of the bushes and bangs on the window with its beak. My heart leaps into my throat, and I let out a little scream.

“Fuck!” Eli jumps back, reaching his arms behind to circle me in a protective move, blocking me from the six-foot-tall bird pecking at us through the glass. “Holy fuck. What is that?”

I peek around Eli to get a better look. “I think that’s an emu. Didn’t Hilly say they had a few animals roaming around?”

Eli drops his arms and laughs as he points at the bird with big brown eyes. “Yes, and this must be Lucky.”

“Lucky?” I ask.

The emu hears me and lets out another bleating drumroll in response.

Eli taps the window, and the bird glares at him. “Jeff mentioned something about needing to lock Lucky up. I didn’t know what he meant before, but I think I do now.”

I step out from behind Eli and place my hand on the window. “Is that your name? Lucky?”

The bird pecks at my hand with its beak and bleats again. Then Lucky’s gone, running away as fast as possible on its spindly, stick legs.

Eli drapes his arm over my shoulder and chuckles. “This is going to be one hell of a vacation.”

I can’t help but grin as I lean into his embrace, watching the mischievous bird disappear. “It really is.”