Page 12 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

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Rylann

Seven Days Until Christmas

Jace squeezes my thigh as he steers our SUV off the highway towards the inn, drawing my attention away from the scenery. The car is unusually quiet, with all the kids napping in the back seat.

“How are you doing, Sunshine?”

I roll my head to the side and stare at my husband.

My heart still does a little flip in my chest every time I look at him.

Jace looks the same as he did the day I met him: fit, fine, and all mine.

Seriously, my hubby is the hottest man walking the planet.

Even more so now that the hair on his temples has slightly grayed.

The last two and a half years since we finally figured it all out have been the best years of my life. We got married and had two more beautiful children—not exactly in that order, but it was perfect. It was us.

Our oldest, Rhys, is thriving and happy. He’s so smart and kind. He’s well on his way to growing into a man just like his father—generous, protective, and loving.

I twist in my seat to face my husband. “I’m perfect.”

“You most certainly are.” Jace hits me with his signature sexy smirk and winks.

I sigh as his hand runs higher up my thigh towards the pulsing throb in my clit. Two years of this, and I still can’t get enough of him. I spread my legs, allowing him to brush his fingers over my slit.

“Such a bad girl,” he hisses. Jace glances in the rearview mirror as he continues to tease me. “I can feel your heat through those thin, tight pants you have on.”

“Hmm.” My eyelids fall closed as I enjoy another minute of my husband’s illicit touch. Jace’s hand disappears, and I open my eyes to find him white-knuckling the steering wheel as the muscles in his jaw tick.

“Rylann, please help me out here. I need you to close your legs and behave before I pull over onto the side of the road and drag you out of the car to do unspeakable things to you while our children sleep in the backseat.”

Fist to my mouth, I try to muffle my laughter. “Sorry, Ace. You’re just too irresistible.”

“Yeah, well, so are you. So knock it off. The last thing I want to do is get into an accident because I can’t concentrate on anything other than ripping your clothes off. I refuse to be the guy who needs medical attention while sporting a huge boner.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I face forward and cross my legs. Jace is right. That was a bad idea. The ache between my legs has grown to an unbearably tense level. “Besides, you started it.”

“I did, and while I don’t regret it, it was a mistake.” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “A really hot mistake. Now all I can think about is making you sit on my lap in the driver’s seat.”

I chuckle, thinking about all the creative ways we’ve been able to sneak off for some quickie time together. Aside from the bathroom, we also favor fooling around in the car when it’s parked in the garage.

A memory of us christening the car pops into my head.

When Jace found out I was pregnant with Remy, he went out and bought this ridiculously huge SUV without talking to me about it.

We got into a fight about how absurd it was to have such an enormous car and the new car payment that came along with it.

It’s a good thing he parked the stupid thing in the garage that night because, one minute, we were fighting, and the next, Jace had me in the back seat riding his dick like my life depended on it. It was perfectly us.

My core flutters at the memories. Damn, that was a fantastic night.

“You’re thinking about the garage, aren’t you?” he asks, killing my daydream.

“No,” I lie.

“Liar.” Jace grips the back of my neck, tugs me across the center console, and gruffly whispers in my ear, “I know you were thinking about the night you rode my cock in the backseat while I played with your tight little asshole until you came so hard you couldn’t think straight.

And how you dropped to your knees and let me fuck your big tits until I shot my cum all over your neck and mouth. ”

Shivers race down my spine at his filthy reminder. I bite my lip, trapping the curses on the tip of my tongue.

“Exactly.” Jace lets go of my neck, and I slip back into my seat, a hundred degrees hotter than I was before.

Even though that was sweet torture, I have a surprise for my dirty husband. “Do you think we can have a repeat tonight?”

“Sun, it’s going to be a silent night for us. We are sharing our room with our three cock-blocking kids for the next week. The best you’re gonna get is some quick shower action.”

“Actually, we aren’t,” I tell him.

“We aren’t what?” Jace whips his head between me and the road, his mouth bobbing like a fish’s.

“Staying with the kids. At least not the whole time. I convinced my parents to sleep in the cabin with the kids for a few days. We will take their room and then switch before Christmas.” I check the side mirror to find my dad still happily following behind us.

“Are you messing with me, or are you serious?” he whispers. I can hear the hope in his voice as he takes the last turn towards our destination.

“I do not joke when it comes to getting alone time with my super sexy husband.”

“Aside from saying yes to marrying me and the three gorgeous, absolutely perfect children you have given me, this has got to be one of the best presents I’ve received.”

“So what you’re saying is hotel sex does it for you,” I tease.

Jace grins as he parks the car in front of the inn and kills the engine. He unclips his seatbelt and turns to face me. “Sunshine, isn’t that how this love affair started?”

Lots of hotel sex and a beach.

“You got me there, Ace.” I chuckle. I unfasten my seatbelt and turn towards him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always have—”

“Always will,” I finish his sentence.

Jace cups my cheeks in his large, warm palms and kisses me. His soft lips part mine, granting him access. Our tongues twirl, tender and hungry and demanding. Kissing Jace is like breathing air: necessary for survival.

My husband and our kids are my entire world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ugh, gross. You’re kissing again,” Rhys grumbles, his voice laced with sleep.

Jace and I break apart with a laugh, our foreheads pressed together.

“Such a cockblocker,” Jace grumbles, low enough for only me to hear.

“Later,” I whisper back.

“Later. And I promise you a not-so-silent night,” Jace says, making my cheeks flame. He quickly pecks my lips one more time.

“Will you two ever stop kissing?” Rhys whines.

Jace keeps his glowing hazel eyes on mine as he declares, “Never,” to our son.

A promise I know I can count on for the rest of our lives.