Page 28 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

twenty-six

Callie

Eli slowly peels the wrapper off a cupcake and holds it out for me to take a bite. “Open up.”

I eye my husband suspiciously. He’s up to something, and I have a feeling it ends with me covered in frosting. “Don’t you dare.”

“Dare what? Come on, take a bite. It’s bad luck for the groom not to feed the bride.”

Our family laughs at Eli’s teasing.

I lift a cupcake off the stand, ready for whatever he has in mind. Eli’s eyes sparkle with amusement as I match his stance. “Same time?”

“Same time,” he agrees. I don’t believe him for a second.

“Alright, on the count of three,” Rylann shouts. “One, two, three!”

As I open my mouth to take a bite, my dear husband shoves the entire thing into it, smearing frosting across my chin and nose too. Before I can retaliate, he grasps my wrist, opens his mouth, and steals the cupcake from me. He nearly takes my fingers off with his bite, leaving me stunned.

Eli wraps me in his arms and dips me back into a not-so-chaste kiss.

He sucks the frosting off my tongue and grabs my ass.

Everyone falls into raucous laughter as they clap and cheer for us.

I can perform in front of thousands of people, and yet being the center of attention here, while Eli kisses me in front of our family, I’m a blushing mess as he releases me.

“You’re so bad,” I whisper.

He shrugs with a laugh, not bothered about the PDA. “Not sorry. I’m dying to get inside you,” he says low enough for only me to hear. My insides swirl with heat that settles between my legs. “I can’t wait to fuck my wife.”

I can feel myself breathing harder. Needily, I whisper his name. “Eli.”

“Yes, Princess?” Eli swipes the leftover frosting off my bottom lip with his thumb and seductively licks it off. His stormy ocean eyes never leave mine, daring me to ask for what I want.

And what I want is him. I want him to rip this dress off my body and claim me as his wife.

“I—” The words get strangled in my throat. I can’t exactly have what I want. We’re in the middle of our wedding celebration. This has been the longest we’ve gone without spending uninterrupted naked time together.

After he proposed and I said yes, we went to the inn to have breakfast with the rest of the Miller family.

We all opened presents, and then I was off to a dress fitting with my mom and the rest of the Miller women.

Set up in one of the empty rooms in the main house were three gorgeous gowns for me to choose from.

Veils, shoes, makeup, and hair supplies.

Anything I could imagine needing for my wedding was waiting for me.

Eli thought of everything.

What he didn’t think about was giving us a moment to steal away. Just the two of us. Not only have we not celebrated alone, but I’ve had no time to give him his last present. It’s killing me not to share my surprise.

My husband reads me like an open book and grabs my hand. “Come with me.”

He leads me out of the barn, across the patio, into the main house, and into the room I used as a bridal suite.

“What are we doing in here?”

Eli slams the door behind us and turns the lock. “Taking a moment for ourselves.” In a flash, he’s on me. His mouth. His hands. I dig my hands into his hair and tug, trying to get as close to him as possible. I absorb his heat into the marrow of my bones.

Shivers race down my spine as he licks and nips my neck. My skin is hot and tight with frenzied desire.

“I need you. Right fucking now.”

“Yes. Now. Please, Eli.” I grip his hard-as-stone cock over his dress slacks, and it jerks in my palms. I love how his body responds to my touch.

Eli tears himself away from me, and I miss the heat of his body immediately. He drags the dress rack away from the wall. “Hold on.”

I do as I’m told.

“Such a good wife,” he praises.

My thighs clench as the ache in my pussy grows heavy. I’m so incredibly wet and ready as Eli falls to his knees.

His ocean eyes are twin flames as he looks up at me from his kneeling position. “I’m so fucking hard for you, but I need the taste of your pussy on my tongue before I fuck you.”

He gathers the fabric of my gown in one hand and bunches it at my waist. He runs his fingers over the fabric covering my slit.

“I really want to take my time, but we have guests, and I’m way too hungry for your sweet cunt. So I’m going to be quick.”

“I just want you, however you want me. Make me your wife.” I spread my legs wide and bite my lip. He hasn’t looked down, and the anticipation of what he’ll find when he does, has me on edge.

“As you wish.” His eyes fall to the apex of my thighs, and he inhales sharply, finally finding his surprise. “Holy fucking shit.”

Under my dress, I’m wearing a new pair of cheeky white-lace panties. Embroidered in blue, right above my pussy, are the words, Mrs. Miller. A gift, and my something blue, from Rylann.

“This has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He reverently caresses the raised stitching with his thumb as he looks up at me in awe. “I’m leaving these sexy panties on while I eat and fuck your pretty pussy. I love seeing my name on your body. You’re fucking mine, wife.”

“Yours. Forever, my husband.”

His eyes darken as he hooks his thumb through the gusset and pushes my new undies to the side. The top of his head disappears under my dress as he leans forward and swipes his tongue up the slit of my pussy.

“You taste sweeter than cupcakes,” he mumbles as he dives in and attacks me with his mouth, eating and licking me with fervor. It’s a delicious carnal assault that’s messy and loud and wet.

“So close,” I pant.

My clit pulses under Eli’s tongue as he gives it his full attention.

He licks and bites and sucks. In no time, he brings me to the edge.

With a white-knuckle grip, I hold on to the metal rack and close my eyes, reveling in the sensations.

Savoring the pleasure of his mouth on my sex.

Basking in the tight throb that builds deep inside me until it finally snaps into a million shimmering pieces.

“Yes,” I cry out as my orgasm rolls through me in waves of tingling pleasure.

With one last lick, Eli drops my dress and stands.

Our mouths collide as I reach for the waistband of his slacks.

We move towards the bed as I easily undo his button and zipper.

I slide his pants and boxers over his hips, freeing his cock from its confines.

He’s velvety smooth in my palm. From root to tip, I stroke his length, coating his cock in the precum leaking from his head.

Eli breaks our kiss with a groan. “How am I going to fuck you in this dress and still see my name on your body?”

Silly man. These panties have a double surprise. “I think I can help with that.” I turn around and bend over, hands on the bed. Eli steps behind me and grabs the fabric of my dress, guiding it up and over my ass.

From over my shoulder, I watch Eli’s eyes widen in surprise. He growls as he brushes the Mrs. Miller stitched across my ass with his fingers. “So fucking hot, Mrs. Miller.”

I wiggle my butt in the air. “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Miller.”

“Love it.” His voice is gritty and low, like he’s restraining himself.

My skin prickles as I wait for my husband to make a move. Eli slides the lace to the side and works his cock through my pussy lips, coating his hard shaft in my arousal. Heat builds between us with each frictional pass of his cock and tug of my underwear over my sensitive clit.

“Stay on your hands and toes. I don’t want to mess you up.”

“I like when you make me messy.”

“It’s our wedding day. Can’t have people knowing we slipped away to fuck.”

“People are going to know, Eli.” I enjoy knowing he can’t keep his hands off me.

“Then pretend for me.” The tip of his cock bumps my entrance, and in one slick thrust, my husband enters me for the first time. Both of us moan as I adjust to Eli’s size. The sound is a sensual melody I will always remember.

“Can you pretend for me? Keep this our dirty little secret?” He slowly drags his cock to the tip and thrusts back inside me, hitting the spot deep inside me that only he can reach. The spot that makes me come harder than I ever thought possible.

“Whatever you want, husband. Just don’t stop.”

“Never, wife.” Eli picks up his pace, pulling my panties tighter over my clit.

Our sexes slap to a beat all their own as we come together as one. It doesn’t take long for us to find the perfect rhythm. Over my panties, his fingers stroke my clit in tight circles. I chase the fuzzy sensation of my impending orgasm.

“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. I love how your tight cunt squeezes my cock and your juices drip down my shaft when I fuck you hard. I’ll never get enough of you and your body. You’re mine forever, Princess.”

His sweet, filthy mouth pushes me over the edge of the cliff, and my body spasms around his thick length. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me like the ocean on the shore during a storm.

“Elijiah.” His name is a benediction on my tongue.

Each chant of his name proceeds with a rough thrust of Eli’s hips until he comes deep inside me, with an inhuman roar. “Calliope.”

My knees wobble as I catch my breath, and after a minute, he pulls out of me. Eli snaps my panties into place, and I wince at the exquisite pain. My thoughtful husband fixes my dress and helps me stand before he pulls up his pants and tucks his cock away.

Contrary to our rough sex, Eli plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “I love you.”

Now that the sexy part of the evening is over—thank you, horny pregnancy hormones—it’s time to give him his last present. I grip his hands in mine.

“I love you too.” I take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong, Cal? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m good. More than good. I’m great.”

“Okay, then what’s going on?” He wraps his arms around my waist.

“Do you remember, on my birthday, when we got a little kinky and started talking about babies?”

Eli’s throat bobs as he swallows. “Yeah.”

“Well, turns out you really did fuck a baby into me.”

He flinches in shock, and his eyes drop to my stomach and back to my face.

My brain goes into overdrive as tears sting the back of my eyes, and my stomach drops. Was he just caught up in the moment? Does he not want a baby right now?

Then a huge grin spreads across his face, chasing away my fears. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” The tension in my neck dissipates as his demeanor changes. “I get a wife and a baby on the same day?” Despite the smile, he still sounds unsure.

“Wife now and a baby in eight-months, give or take. I need to go to the doctor. But I took a test.”

“That’s why you’ve been tired and picky about food.” He knows me so well.

“My boobs also hurt, and I’ve been extra horny,” I add.

“Is that so?” Eli grips my hip and tugs me to his body.

“That’s why it was so easy for you to bring me in here and have your wicked way with me.”

He barks a laugh. “Princess, you would let me have my wicked way with you anyway. That’s how good I make you feel.”

“So cocky.”

“You like it when I’m cocky.” I drop my head onto his chest with a laugh. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Guess I really stuffed your stocking this Christmas.”

I bark a laugh. “That was horrible.”

“You liked it.”

I did. I love this playful side of Eli. Aside from his family, he only shares it with me, making it more special.

“Can we hold off on telling everyone? I’d really like to go to the doctor first.”

“Of course. But first…” He drops onto his knees and lays one hand on my stomach and one on my lower back, pulling me as close as possible.

“Hey, little one. This is your daddy talking. I haven’t even met you yet, and I already love you with all my heart.

I’m going to take such good care of you.

I’m going to do everything I can to be the best dad to you. ”

Tears well in my eyes and spill down my cheeks as I listen to my husband speak to our unborn child.

He does this every night until our son, Andrew, whom we named after my father, is born eight months later. He repeats the tradition with our son, Deacon, and our daughter, Astrid.

True to his word, Elijiah Miller is the best dad to our three children.

He’s also the best husband a woman could ask for.

The best thing I ever did in my life was sign a contract with his company all those years ago.

It put us on the path to each other. On a path to a wonderful life together. A life full of love and happiness.

And of course, a lot of stocking stuffing during the holidays.