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

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Talia

A knock on the door startles me as the water from the faucet splashes the bottom of my sweater.

“One second,” I call out.

I dry my hands, throw the paper towel into the trash, and unlock the door. The door swings open, and a large hand lands on my stomach, pushing me back.

“What in the—”

“Shh, Itty Bitty.” Cam closes the door behind him and turns the lock.

“What are you doing in here?” I hiss at him.

Cam snakes his hands around my waist and lifts me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and my arms around his broad shoulders. “I missed you.”

I practically melt like an ice cream cone at his words. “I missed you too. What did you guys do today?”

“We did some shopping and went with Eli to pick up Callie’s engagement ring.”

I glance at my ring and blurt, “Is it bigger than mine?” Cam barks a laugh as I slap a hand to my mouth. “I do not mean that enviously. I swear I’m just curious. She’s Callie Wright.”

Cam tangles his fingers in my hair and tilts my head back. His warm hazel eyes burn with mirth and, beneath that, love. “I know what you meant. Yes. It’s huge. And he’s giving her more than one ring, so yeah.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Just like my big guy, all his brothers are extremely romantic. “She’s going to be blown away.”

Callie has been through so much. When I met her, she and Eli had just been in that horrific accident, and everything was a little crazy with her half-sister trying to kill her and all.

I can’t even imagine how hard and chilling that must have been.

I get the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it all.

I’ve never been more grateful for my family, who all love and protect each other so fiercely.

Thankfully, her sister is in jail, where she can’t hurt Callie anymore.

Over the past couple of months, Callie and I have bonded.

For a mega popstar, Callie is the nicest person I have ever met.

All the rumors about her being a diva were lies.

She is down to earth and sweet, so generous and kind.

She and Eli have joined me at a few of Cameron’s games, and I always enjoy my time with them.

They are so much in love—like me and Cam—it’s beautiful to see.

“How about I blow you away and eat your pussy before bending you over the counter and fucking you from behind while you come all over my cock like my good little slut?”

My dirty man.

“Cam.” My face burns, and my clit pulses with need as I picture Cam in the mirror behind me, ramming into me with his beautiful big cock that stirs to life between my legs as he holds me up like I weigh nothing. “We can’t do that. Your family is waiting for us.”

I’m already breathless, and I know I’m fighting a losing battle. I want Cameron Miller. Badly.

“Don’t think about them. I’m not. You, my gorgeous fiancée, are all I think about. All I want. All day. Every day. I want to be buried in your sweet tight cunt so bad I don’t give a fuck where we are or whom we’re with. I want you. Right fucking now.” He bucks his hips, his dick already hard.

I moan and grind my pussy over his erection. Fire courses through me, begging for the pleasure only Cam can deliver. “Holy hell, big guy. What are you doing to me?”

Cam brushes his lips across mine. “Loving you with everything I’ve got.” He kisses me, parting my lips and slipping his tongue into my mouth. He massages and tangles his tongue with mine. It’s deep, dirty, and wet, just like the way Cam fucks me.

“Think you can make it fast?” I ask as he kisses and sucks a path down my neck and across my collarbone.

“Depends.” Cam slowly slides me down his hard body, and my nipples pucker at the contact. He places me on my feet and pushes me back against the bathroom sink, then gets down onto his knees in front of me. “Are you ready to find out how fast my tongue can make your pretty little pussy come?”

His large hands slide up the back of my thighs and under my sweater dress. He hooks his fingers over the top of my tights and panties and waits for my permission to continue.

“Yes,” I pant.

As Cam peels my bottoms down my legs, his calloused fingers graze my skin, sending electric currents through my body. He spreads my thighs into a butterfly stretch and places my trapped ankles behind his neck.

Cam hisses. “Already so wet and ready for me.” His tongue darts out and licks the line of my slit. “Fuck, you smell and taste so good, Itty Bitty. I could eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with a double dose for dessert, and I’d still be hungry for more.”

I grip the sink behind me, my head falling back with a whimper, as Cam buries his face between my thighs. His grip is firm, utterly unyielding, as he unleashes his magical tongue on my clit in a fast and furious effort to bring my orgasm to the brink as quickly as possible.

I buck my hips into Cam’s mouth, searching for my release. My grip tightens on the sink as my orgasm crests to the edge and the tension between my thighs hits the breaking point. Cam grunts as his lips wrap around my clit, and the vibrations send me over the cliff.

“Cameron,” I whisper, doing my best to keep quiet, as I try to ride out my orgasm.

But Cam has other ideas. In a flash, I’m lifted, flipped around, and bent over the counter, my feet dangling off the ground.

In the mirror, I find Cam with his hand already on his freed cock, stroking the gloriously hard appendage that brings me endless orgasms. “Hands on the mirror.”

I do as I’m told as my fiancé steps behind me, bunches my dress up to my waist, and spreads my ass cheeks apart with his hands.

He runs his thumb through my slit, collecting my arousal on the pad, and presses it to my back entrance.

He massages the sensitive ring, adding the perfect amount of pressure.

My mouth falls open into a perfect O shape as he plays with my asshole.

“My girl is so fucking dirty.”

I hum in agreement and wiggle my hips, begging him to give me more.

Cam shakes his head. “I told you: don’t make a sound. All those sexy little moans are for me and my ears only. Understand?”

I nod and bite my bottom lip; I trap my moans of ecstasy like he instructs. Cam smirks in the mirror as he bends and lines up the tip of his cock with my slick channel. “Good girl.”

Without warning, he slams into me just the way I like. That familiar pinch of pain brings forth a wave of euphoria that washes over me. My pussy drips for him and clenches around his length like a vise.

I live for the barbaric way in which Cam fucks me. The ache he leaves between my legs lingers long after he’s gone. It’s a constant reminder of the way Cam loves me and worships my body at the same time. Even when we, as Cam likes to say, fuck like wild animals.

It’s raw and dirty and exactly what I need. Forever.

We lock eyes, and I can see the love and adoration in his hazel-green orbs as he slowly slides in and out of me. I keep my mouth shut, scared to make a sound, as I pour every ounce of my love for him into my gaze.

He sees and mouths, I love you, as he wraps my hair around his free fist and thrusts into me, hitting that spot deep inside that only he can reach, over and over again.

Cam hinges over, bringing us chest to back, tilts my head to the side, and whispers into my ear, “That’s it, my pretty little wife. Take my fat cock like the good little slut you are.”

His words do me in. My pussy pulses around him as another orgasm builds—lower and deeper this time.

I press my palms into the mirror, pushing back onto his dick so he can get deeper with every thrust. Between Cam ramming me from behind and bumping my clit into the counter, I am so close. I just need…

As if he can read my thoughts, Cam slips his thumb through the tight ring of my asshole and pushes it in deep.

He angles his cock just right and hits my G-spot, making us both hiss at the delicious sensation.

He pumps his hips, hard and fast, until we both come in a blaze of white-hot heat and fireworks.

Cam releases my hair and grips my throat, turning my chin with his thumb so he can kiss me. His tongue delves between my lips and explores my mouth until his hips slow to a stop, and he removes his thumb from my asshole.

“Holy shit, that was fucking hot.”

I slump forward and rest my forehead on the cool glass. “I don’t think I can walk.”

Cam chuckles, and I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his clothes ruffling as he puts his cock back inside his pants. “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you home.”

I open my eyes to find Cam wetting a folded piece of paper towel. He gently wipes me clean, like he always does.

Tears make my throat tight. The care this man shows me is unreal. I can’t believe he’s mine. All six-foot-five of him. An insanely hot, talented baseball player who could have any woman in the world, and he chose me.

Too weak to move until Cam grips my hips and helps me to my feet, I stay facing forward, watching him. He falls to his knees and nips my butt—a move he does regularly—making my clit throb all over again. He slides my tights and panties back into place and smooths my dress down over my backside.

Cam stands and tucks the hair on my face behind my ears. “Fucking perfect.” He kisses my nose and smiles down at me.

It’s then I know.

“Let’s get married before the season starts,” I blurt.

Cam freezes, unsure if I’m serious. “What?”

I’m going to give Cam whiplash. When he proposed, I told him I wanted to wait.

His spring training starts this February, and soon after the season will start, and he will be back on the road.

I didn’t think we could plan a wedding in time, but if his brother could do all this for his popstar fiancée, then so can I for my sexy baseball god.

“I said, let’s get married before this season starts.” My voice is clear and confident this time. He already calls me “wife”, so why not make it official sooner rather than later?

“I thought you wanted to wait.”

“I did. But I don’t anymore.”

He runs his hand through his thick ringlet curls. “Help me out, Itty Bitty. I’m a big, dumb jock, and I need you to spell it out for me.”

I roll my eyes at him. Cam is far from dumb.

The man graduated from college with double majors, and there is much more to him than being a baseball player.

“Please don’t call yourself a dumb jock.

You’re smart, and sexy, and talented. And there is no way I can wait for another baseball season to pass for you to call me Mrs. Miller. Is that clear enough for you?”

“Hell yeah, it is.” Cam scoops me up and spins us around. We both laugh and kiss as he holds me up off the ground. “Are you sure? I’m happy to wait. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams.”

“I’m sure. I’m going to marry the man of my dreams, so I could get married in a potato sack, at a drive-through chapel in Las Vegas, and it would be perfect.”

“Yeah, no. That’s not gonna happen. For one, if not your mom, your brother would kill me. And two, I want to watch you walk down the aisle to me in a sexy-as-fuck white dress with buttons all the way down the back so I can rip them off your body right before I claim you as my wife forever.”

Cam kisses me hard and deep until a knock on the door separates us. Cam puts me on the ground as the banging begins again.

“It’s been long enough, you two. Emery needs to use the bathroom,” Mason shouts through the door, making me and Cam laugh.

We find Emery scolding Mason as we open the door. We apologize to a bouncy Emery and a pissed-off Mason. I can’t really tell. He kind of has a resting grump face.

“Took you long enough.” Emery smacks

Mason in the chest. “Oh please, it’s fine. But I really need to go.” She rushes past us, and Mason follows her into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

“I’m pretty sure they might be in there a while,” I tease. I start down the hallway when Cam grabs my wrist and twirls me back around.

He looks so serious as he asks, “Talia, baby, are you sure about this?”

“I am so sure, Cam. I want to marry you in Arizona, in our spot on the bluff, and then have our reception at the restaurant where we had our first kiss. And then I want to spend our honeymoon on the back of your boat, with a can of whipped cream, while we do all sorts of dirty things to each other on the river.”

“Fuck, you got me all hard again.” Cam kisses me like we have all the time in the world, and in some ways, we do. “I love you. I promise I’m going to make you so fucking happy.”

“We are going to make each other happy.”

“You can fucking count on it, babe.”

Now, I just have to break the news to my mom and brother. Good thing I won’t be home for Christmas. It will give them time to cool off and help me plan after the New Year.