Page 16 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

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Scarlett

Four Days Until Christmas

“Scarlett!” my husband shouts in a panic.

I bite back a smile as I wash the last dish and place it in the dishwasher. Schooling my features, I wait for Levi to find me in the kitchen. The sound of his heavy footfalls gets closer.

I have been waiting a week for this moment. For the last eighteen months, I have asked my dear husband to do me a favor and get a vasectomy. We have two sets of twins. Our girls, Sadie and Lily, are eight, and our boys, Landon and Sawyer, are almost two.

That’s four kids. Four.

Unlike my bestie, I am done having children. Levi and I don’t get one; we get two at a time, and I can’t go through the double feeding, potty training, tantrums, and everything else that comes with babies and toddlers again.

As much as Levi likes to tease me about it, I know he secretly agrees.

No more babies. It’s just the idea of getting his balls snipped that has him freaked out.

I have pushed four kids out of my vagina, and he can’t go in for a procedure that will leave him uncomfortable for a few days?

I’ll show him. I’m hoping this little scare will urge him to get it done, so that we can enjoy the kids we have without worrying about having more.

“Scarlett,” Levi repeats as he walks into the kitchen.

I dry my hands on the dishtowel and turn around. Levi is only wearing a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, looking like a snack.

Damn, he’s still so flipping hot.

“Hello?” He waves his arms around, holding up the paper bag that was hidden under Rylann’s bathroom cabinet in one hand—the same one I hid from him at the restaurant when I came up with this plan—and the positive pregnancy stick in the other.

“Hey, sexy hubby.” I bat my eyelashes at him and smile as I lean against the counter, taking in his broad chest and washboard abs.

“What the hell is this?” Levi’s eyes are wild, the cornflower blue almost icy gray from worry.

“Do I really need to explain what you’re holding? Because it seems kind of obvious.” I do a good job of keeping my tone even, which pushes him a little closer to the edge.

He waves his arms around like a crazed gorilla. “I know what they are. Why the fuck were they in the bathroom cabinet?”

I bite my lip and look away, hoping he takes the move as worry instead of amusement.

“Scarlett? Please,” he begs, and I’m not sure what he’s begging for.

“Well…” I pause long enough to gauge his reaction.

“No, please, no. Don’t say it, short-stack.” Levi places the bag and pregnancy test on the kitchen island and tugs his hair.

Guilt bubbles in my stomach at the wild and crazy look in his eyes.

Hold it together, woman.

I push off the counter and walk towards Levi, wrapping my arms around his waist. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not. The boys are almost out of diapers, and now this. Scar… Fuck, baby. I-I should have gotten the vasectomy. I’m so sorry. I—”

Cupping my worried husband’s cheeks, I force him to look at me. Our blues collide, and the same sparks that shot through me when we locked eyes from across the room at that bar in Mexico hit me again. “It’s going to be okay.”

“How can it be? We already have four kids. I don’t want two more. I was being a pussy. I should have just done what you asked.”

“You were being a dick. Dicks are weak. Pussies are strong,” I correct.

Levi shakes his head, fighting back a laugh. “Fine, I was a dick. A big, fat dick like the one in my pants.”

I roll my eyes at him. I mean, he’s not wrong, but I want to hear more about being right.

“I’m really fucking scared, baby. I don’t know whether I can handle another set of twins. And with our luck? You know it will be twins again. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know you are. But it will all work out.” My inner boss bitch rubs her hands together. First, a little distraction. Then the truth.

I press my mouth to Levi’s, and hot shivers roll through me at the first touch of his soft lips on mine.

He’s stiff at first, but after a second, his arms come around me and his hands grope my ass.

Our lips part, and our tongues touch. Electricity shoots through me, and I almost feel bad for tricking him.

Levi deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a seductive dance. He tastes minty and like the man I married all those years ago. I pour every emotion into my kiss to soothe him. Our mouths slow to a stop, and he rests his forehead on mine.

“Levi?” I slide my hand down his chest and cup his cock over his sweatpants. The beautiful appendage slowly comes to life in my palm.

“Yeah?” His voice is hoarse, and his hips flex on instinct.

“I have a confession to make.”

Levi leans his head back and waits for me to continue. The lawyer in him emerges as he tries to read my facial expressions and body language. After almost ten years of marriage, I’m a pro at thwarting him.

Okay, fine, it’s not so much thwarting as it is using my feminine wiles to distract him. I continue to massage his dick as he fights to keep his focus on me.

“I’m not pregnant,” I admit.

“What?” Levi steps back, out of my reach. His dick tents his sweatpants, and I can’t help licking my lips at the sight.

My clit throbs between my legs, ready to get to the makeup part of this little scheme. “I’m not pregnant,” I repeat.

“But?”

“That’s Callie’s test. She’s pregnant. Not me.”

His shoulders sag, but his brows furrow at me. He’s a little pissed. Good thing he can’t stay mad at me for long. “You let me believe we were going to have a baby. Why the fuck did you do that to me?”

“Because you were being a big baby. At least, this way, we know for sure you don’t want more kids, and you can get the vasectomy done without a second thought.

Then we can go back to fucking like rabbits, and I don’t have to have this damn IUD anymore, and we won’t have to worry about more devil twins popping out of me. ”

Levi throws his hands in the air then doubles over, resting them on his knees as he tries to slow his breathing. “Woman, that was one dirty trick. What would you have done if I had been happy about the pregnancy?”

“Please.” I wave my hand in the air. “I know you better than you know yourself. I knew you would freak out. You were just being a typical man, equating the vasectomy to neutering a dog. You get to at least keep your balls.”

Levi barks a laugh. “You’re a devilish woman.”

“I know.”

“I’m pissed you let me touch someone else’s pee stick.”

I let out a cackle. “At least it’s popstar pee. How many people can say they touched Callie Wright’s pregnancy stick?”

“You’re insane.” All emotion drops from his face.

“Insane for you.” I take two steps forward, bringing us chest to chest. “Now, instead of fighting, how about we do a little fucking? I could use some vitamin D and a nap before your parents get back with the kids.”

Levi lifts me off the ground, and I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. “You’re going to pay for this little prank, my sweet wife.”

I shamelessly grind my aching pussy over his hard shaft. “What’s your price, Mr. Walker?”

“You’ll see.” My husband smacks my ass as he makes his way down the hall to our bedroom. He slams the door shut with his foot and then throws me on the bed. “Are you ready to pay up?”

Wetness gathers between my legs as Levi slides his sweatpants down his thighs and kicks them aside. As fast as I can, I remove my shirt, bralette, and sleep shorts, throwing them to the side.

“You can have anything you want.” I spread my legs wide and skim my fingers through my soaked core.

The blue in Levi’s eyes turns electric as he falls to his knees and crawls towards where I lie on the bed. “You’re going to regret saying that, sweetheart.”