Page 15 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

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Eli

Five Days Until Christmas

The incessant pecking at the door rouses me from sleep. Every morning.

“Fuck off, Lucky,” I groan.

I roll over in search of Callie, but the sheets on her side of the bed are cool to the touch. Sitting up, I rub my hands over my face and scan the bedroom. The toilet flushes, and the water runs. A few seconds later, Callie steps out of the bathroom, wearing only the shirt I wore last night.

“Good morning.” A sleepy smile spreads across her face at my greeting. She looks a little green and sweaty, making me worry. I hope she’s not getting sick. “Are you okay?”

“I think I had too much sugar yesterday.” She rubs her stomach.

“Let’s go back to sleep.” I lift the duvet for her to climb back into bed.

Like the bastard heard me, the pecking starts at the window.

Callie giggles as she curls into my side. “Good morning, Lucky.”

The meddlesome emu rumbles his own salutation. The bushes rustle as the bird flees in search of its next victim.

“See? If you just acknowledge him, he’ll leave.”

“Whatever. That emu is trouble.”

“Especially if you’re naked.” Callie snorts.

I bark a laugh, thinking about that crazy bird chasing Cameron’s naked ass all around the property. “Imagine if that thing found us in the tent.”

Callie covers her mouth as she laughs. Who knows what would have happened if that bird had caught us fucking out on the bluff. Not sure I’d still have my balls.

“Are you ready for your next present?” Naked, I roll off the bed and pad across the room to the closet. I dig through my suitcase and pull out the small, sleek metal box I have hidden inside. A smirk pulls at my lips. This gift is more fun than anything else. Just a new toy for us to play with.

“Another present? Eli, you have to stop.”

Not going to happen. I glare at Callie, but she ignores me.

Sitting up, she scoots back against the headboard and holds up her hand, ticking off a finger as she lists off the things I’ve bought like they offend her. “You’ve already purchased the house in Malibu. Then there were the new purple Louboutin booties yesterday—”

“Those were for me,” I cut her off.

She smiles as the thought of fucking her in them makes my cock hard. Her eyes zero in on my dick. I bite back a grin as I cross my arms over my chest and enjoy her stare.

That’s right, baby. Look all you want.

She shakes her head like she’s trying to fight the spell my dick put on her.

“Okay. What about the new guitar for my birthday, the earrings, the cupcakes, the picnic, and the printed map with a heart on Pine Hills?” Hearts dance in her eyes at the mention of the map.

I got it made to commemorate the location where we fell in love, had our first kiss, and so much more.

I shrug. “What about them?”

When I told Callie I was going to spoil her, I meant it. I refuse to let her spend another Christmas gift-less and alone or let her ruin my fun. I have never felt this way about someone before, and I want to show her how I feel. And if that means buying her a million presents, then I fucking will.

“It’s too much.” She pouts.

“Nonsense.” I hand her the box.

She scowls at me like an angry kitten and takes the box. “Elijiah.”

“Calliope,” I purr. “Relax. This one is for us. Just something fun.” Lies. They were custom-made. Only the best for my girl. She doesn’t need to know that, though.

“I didn’t get you a lot of presents.” She bites her lip, worrying the tender flesh raw with her teeth.

“You’ve given me everything I could ever want,” I assure her.

“What’s that?”

“You.”

“Me?” she asks, dumbfounded.

How does she still not get it? I slide onto the bed beside her. “You.”

“There’s nothing else you want?”

The only gift that matters starts and ends with Callie. I wrap my arms around her slender body and pull her onto me in a straddling position. She places her warm palms on my chest as I push her hair behind her ear.

I pour every ounce of my love into my next words. “Nothing else matters. Only you.”

Callie grins, and her dark eyes mist over. She’s been extra emotional for the last couple of days, and I wonder if it’s because she misses her mom.

“You getting weepy on me, Princess?”

She wipes her eyes and sniffs. “It’s all your fault. You keep saying all the right things.”

“I have a lot to say to erase all the dickish things that used to come out of my mouth.”

“That was in the past.” Callie huffs a laugh and pokes me in the side. “You were only mean because you loved me.”

I grin at her. “Maybe.”

Truthfully, she’s right. The moment I opened her file and saw her picture, a strange feeling washed over me. All I wanted was to know more about her. Drown in her deep brown eyes. It was protective, needy, and way too intense to understand. And that pissed me off.

I push those thoughts away. “Open the box already.”

Callie flips the lid, revealing two gold cuff bracelets. A diamond-encrusted carabiner, shaped like a key, adorns one and a heart-shaped lock the other. Unlike her necklace, these aren’t permanent. She can take them on and off. I won’t lie. I hope they stay on more than they don’t.

She runs her index finger over the diamonds. “Wow, these are gorgeous. But how are they for us?”

Picking up the cuff, I show her the hidden mechanism that opens it. I slip the cuff onto her wrist and lock it into place, then repeat the process on her other wrist.

“These are more than bracelets.” I grab her wrist and hold it up. Pushing the locking sleeve back, I open the gate and grip her other wrist, then place the lock shackle through the gate and close it.

As realization dawns on her, Callie’s brown eyes widen. She stares down at her cuffed and locked wrists. Her breath comes in short and fast as she licks her plump lips. Without a word, she tests the restraints.

“What do you think?”

Fire burns in her eyes as she gazes into mine. She inches higher up my body, her knees at my sides, her hot pussy pressed against my shaft. “I think I would like you to show me how these work.”

At her request, my cock goes from semi- to full-on hard as a fucking rock. “You want to play?”

“Yes.” She slides her hot pussy over the ridges of my erection.

“What’s your safe word?” My question is gritty, like I just drank a fifth of whisky.

Callie smirks. “Rainbow.”

“Good girl.”

We’re both aware we don’t need the safe word.

Regardless, I want her to have it, so she knows she’s always in control.

For years, Callie’s sense of power was stripped away.

I don’t want her to feel weak or incapable when she’s giving herself to me.

I want her to embrace her power and shine like the star I know she is.

I place her linked arms around my neck, hands on the headboard, and quickly unbutton the shirt she’s wearing. I spread the shirt open, revealing her tight nipples and heavy breasts. Callie makes sexy little moans as I test their weight in my palms.

“We are going to take this slow. We can build up to more when you are ready. Okay?”

“Okay.” Her voice is hoarse, thick with need.

“Hold on.” She obeys as I lift her hips and slide down the length of the bed until her wet pussy hovers above my face. “Sit.”

Callie hesitates. “Won’t I suffocate you?”

I slide my forefinger through her arousal and gather her wetness on the pad. With exaggerated slowness, I slip my finger into my mouth and lick my digit clean with a satisfied groan. Callie watches me with heavy eyelids as desire swirls in her dark orbs.

“Princess, if I die eating your pussy, I’ll die a happy man.” I give her plump ass a quick, hard smack. “Now, sit down on my face and let me fuck your cunt with my tongue until you come.”

Callie slowly slides her legs apart and lowers her pussy to my mouth, still hovering.

“I said, sit on my fucking face.” Gripping her waist, I tug her down until she settles her weight on me and her wet slit drenches me from nose to chin.

I don’t waste any time diving into her pussy like a man starved.

My tongue lavishes her core. It takes a minute for her to get into it and swivel her hips, grinding my face as she chases her climax.

Every one of her sexy moans is like a shot of lust to my dick. I’m so fucking hard I could come. I grip the greedy fucker, stroking it in time with each rotation of Callie’s hips.

“Elijiah,” she cries out my name as her legs tense and her pussy flutters against my mouth.

Callie’s so close I can taste it. The change in her flavor spurs me on as I lap and suck her pussy. I spear her entrance with my tongue before I slip her clit between my teeth and bite. With each flick of my tongue over the swollen bundles of nerves, I stroke my cock.

The tingle in my lower spine signals my impending orgasm.

I give my dick a hard squeeze and focus on my girl.

Callie comes first. Always. I slide two fingers inside her tight channel and curl them forward.

Her legs flex as she climaxes, throwing her head back and crying out my name.

I can feel her clit pulse under my tongue as wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her.

I’m so close to exploding. I grab Callie under her armpits, lift her up, and throw her onto her back between my legs. Her tits bounce as she lands on the mattress, a look of utter satisfaction on her face.

Fuck, she’s so sexy. And mine.

I quickly swing my legs behind me and straddle her. My achingly hard cock bobs in her direction as I grab her cuffed wrists and lift them over her head, pressing them into the mattress. My heaving body looms over her.

“Quick: where am I coming, Callie? On you or in you?”

Callie licks her lips as her eyes bounce between my cock and my face. I swear I could come right now with the way she’s hungrily looking at my cock.

“Time’s up.” I slide forward and rest my dick on her lips. “Open.”

Her mouth parts with a lick, and I slide my cock inside. Her tongue drags along the length of my hard shaft as I slide in and out. My balls jump as she hollows her cheeks with each backward drag. Each time I pull out, Callie swirls her tongue over my head.

She’s too fucking good at this. I’m not going to last. “Yes, just like that.”

I push back into her mouth until my tip hits the back of her throat, and she swallows. Her eyes lock on mine, and she moans around my girth. That’s all it takes. I’m done for.

“Calliope,” I chant as I pull my cock out of her mouth and come like a rocket on her lips, chin, neck, and chest. I stroke my shaft until I wring out every ounce of cum onto her gorgeous body.

Releasing Callie’s hands, I undo the cuffs and massage her wrists.

I fall between her open thighs, making sure not to rest my weight on her chest as I lower my mouth to hers in a slow kiss.

She tastes like me and that quintessential Callie sweetness I’m addicted to.

When we break apart, we’re both breathless, our lips swollen and shiny from our kisses.

“That was…” Callie pants. “So hot. Better than the first time you came all over me.”

Images of me walking in on her while she fucked her fingers and called out my name come to mind. Hands down, that was the hottest thing I have ever interrupted. Nothing will ever top knowing, then and there, she wanted me too.

“Nothing will ever be hotter than watching you touch my pussy and call out my name.” I wipe the sticky cum dripping down her chin with my thumb and slide it down her neck, where the rest of it pools at the hollow of her throat. Blood returns to my dick as I massage the warm liquid onto her skin.

Mine.

“Your pussy?” Her voice is husky, and my cock hardens again at the tone. She smirks knowingly at me, brow arched, waiting for me to bite.

Someone wants to play this morning.

“Mine.” I cup her hot cunt in my palm and press the heel into her clit.

Her hips jerk at the added pressure, and she hums.

Before things escalate, I roll off her and the bed. She leans on her elbows and pouts. “Where are you going?”

I’m halfway to the bathroom when I call out, “Shower.”

I grab two towels and place them on the bar beside the standing shower, then turn on the water as hot as it will go. When I exit the bathroom, Callie is still lying in the center of the bed, absentmindedly running her finger through the sticky liquid on her neck and staring up at the ceiling.

My chest expands at the sight. She looks like a sexed-up angel sprawled out before me. “Come on. Time to clean you up.”

Callie turns her attention to me and sighs. “Fine.”

“Don’t pout, love.” I point to my already erect cock. “I promise to dirty you up in the shower some more before I wash every inch of your glorious body.”

“I like the sound of that.” Callie climbs onto her knees, but I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bathroom, where I make good on my promise.