Page 7 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

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Jace

My eyes never leave my wife’s cocoa-brown ones as my future sister-in-law practically runs down the hall.

Those two are hiding something.

Rylann smiles at me, and I don’t miss the mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

Oh yeah, they are definitely hiding something.

I know my wife, and if it was something that pertained to us, she would tell me immediately, which makes me think Callie confided in her about something.

Rylann will tell me when she’s ready. In the meantime, I’m going to see how far my wifey will go to keep her secret and convince me nothing is going on.

What can I say? I’m a needy bastard when it comes to her, and with three kids in the house, our trysts need to be quick and quiet. So I’ll take as many as I can have, in whatever form I can get them, with the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

“Sunshine.” My eyes make a slow sweep of her body.

Tonight, her bombshell soft curves are accentuated by the sexy gold wrap dress she’s got on, and fuck, she looks stunning. She could be the angel on top of the Christmas tree in this tight little number.

“Ace,” she purrs.

I swear my dick has adapted and learned echolocation. The greedy bastard instantly homes in on the sound of Rylann’s voice. The sultry sound waves bounce off my cock, making the fucker twitch to life.

“What are you up to?” I don’t really care if she wants to give me an answer.

“Nothing.” Her words don’t match her actions as she curls her fingers over the waistband of my jeans and tugs me into the bathroom.

I close the door behind us and flip the lock, interested in what my sexy wife has up her sleeve. Like I said, I’ll take anything she gives me.

“I just missed you.”

I hum, fighting the smile that pulls at my mouth.

She stands on her tiptoes and runs her hands up my arms, shoulders, and neck before threading her fingers into my hair at the base.

I grip her flared hips and squeeze, pulling her flush to my chest. Her sweet scent of coconut and lime fills my nose, making me dizzy like it did the first day I met her.

“Did you miss me?” she whispers.

My hands move to her ass, and I pull her hips to mine, pressing my already hard cock into her lower belly. “What do you think?”

Her eyelids flutter as she bites back a moan. “I think you should kiss me.”

Don’t have to tell me twice.

I grip the back of her thighs, lift her up, spin her around, and press her back against the door.

Our mouths collide in a fiery kiss. She tastes sweet, like the sugar cookies she was eating.

We both part our lips at the same time to deepen the kiss and allow our tongues to tangle in perfect harmony.

This kiss is a sensual dance. It’s a familiar rhythm that has always existed between us.

It also sends all the blood in my body south to my cock.

Rylann grinds her hot pussy over my jeans. There is no way I leave this bathroom without fucking my wife. She whimpers and digs her heels into my ass as she rubs her needy pussy over my dick. Breaking our kiss, I nip her lip and rain kisses down her neck.

“Does my wife need a little fucking?” I swipe my tongue across the tops of her luscious big tits. I love when she lets me fuck them and come all over her neck. My dick jumps, but I shove that thought away.

We need to be quick. Ish.

“Yes.” She drops her head to the door and bites her knuckle in a poor attempt to stifle her moans.

“How do you want it?” I tug the top of her dress and bra down, and take a chocolaty nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh just the way she likes.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pop off.

“Should I take you bent over the sink?” I turn my attention to her other nipple. “Or should I fuck you up against this door and let everyone hear you moan my name?” I tease. I know exactly what she wants.

My good little wife has a bad girl streak that’s a mile wide.

“Here. Now. Fuck me, Ace.” She reaches for my waistband, and undoes the button and zipper of my jeans, before diving into my underwear and gripping my cock in her soft palm.

“Up against the door it is.” With one hand behind her back, holding her up, I use the other to push my jeans and boxers over my hips while Rylann continues to stroke my cock. “Fuck. This is going to be over fast.”

“Good. Hard and fast.” She lifts her leg higher on my hip, giving me room to push her panties to the side. Rylann guides the tip of my cock to her entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so hot and wet.” Her arousal drips down my cock, coating me in her juices. “Look at me, Sunny.” Her big brown eyes find mine, and my chest swells. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

I push her into the door, grip the back of her neck with one hand, and snake my forearm under her knee with the other, holding her up and open for me to take.

“I love you, Ace. Always. Only you.” She digs her heels into my ass and tugs me forward as I punch my hips forward.

She’s so fucking slick and ready that her pussy sheaths my thick shaft to the hilt in one go. Our mouths meet again, suppressing our combined moans.

I thrust, sliding in and out of Rylann’s tight body.

I can feel every spasm of her pussy around my cock as we pick up our pace.

After all these years, and with our need to be quick, Rylann and I have this down to a science.

She matches me, thrust for thrust, as she rubs her clit along the base of my cock.

I lift her up and angle her hips in a way that lets me hit that spot deep inside her—the spot that makes her come like a shot.

The sound of our sex slapping fills the room, and I hope the Christmas carols I hear coming from the other side of the door block out the sound of me fucking the love of my life in the bathroom.

“So close,” Rylann hisses.

I can feel her pussy clench around my length, letting me know she’s almost there. My balls tingle as the fire in my lower spine builds. I fuck her harder, faster, giving her everything I’ve got.

Lowering my voice, I practically growl at her, “Get there, Sunshine. Come on this fat cock like my good little wife. Show me how much this pretty pussy loves to be fucked by me. Now, come for me.”

That does the trick for both of us.

Her body convulses around mine as she hisses, “Oh, yesss.”

I kiss her again, swallowing her moans of ecstasy, as I fuck her through our combined releases, only stilling when I’ve finished filling her up. When we break apart, my cock still inside her, we are a beautiful, panting mess.

“That was amazing.”

She looks up at me through her thick lashes and sighs in contentment. “It always is, Ace.”

“You’re right.” I kiss her nose, her cheek, and her neck until she giggles. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She unlocks her ankles, and I drag my cock from its home.

Fucking hell, I miss her heat already. I lower her down, away from the wall, and place her feet on the ground. She teeters to the side, and I grip her hips to steady her.

“You okay there?” I smirk as she adjusts her dress. Pulling up my jeans and boxers, I tuck my cock back inside.

“I’m fine.” Her legs wobble like a baby deer as she walks over to the toilet and grabs a couple of wipes.

“Are you sure? You seem a little weak in the knees.” I take the wipes and kneel before her.

Rylann spreads her legs and pulls her ruined underwear to the side, letting me clean her up—a duty I take seriously.

“Well, you and your monster cock did just rail me against the door. Give a girl a second,” she snaps.

I throw my head back and laugh. So sassy. “Touché, my love.”

When I’m done cleaning her up as much as I can, I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her slit. “Fuck, I love when you taste like the both of us.”

My wife’s knees buckle as aftershocks from her orgasm rock through her body.

I catch her around the waist and hold her up. “I’m sorry, wife.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for making you miss singing Christmas carols in the kitchen.”

Rylann looks at the door as the sound of singing finally registers. She looks back at me, and there is no mistaking the heat in her eyes.

I slowly lift her leg over my shoulder, waiting for her to stop me. “I’m sorry for being a greedy bastard who can’t get enough of you.”

Rylann bites her lip, choking back sexy whimpers, as I spread her open with my thumbs.

“And I’m sorry for eating your pussy for as long as it takes for you to come on my face.

” I bury my nose and mouth between her legs, and lap at her sweetness before concentrating on her clit.

Her hands are in my hair, and I don’t stop my oral assault until my wife comes one more time.

Then I bend her over the vanity and sink my cock into her tight, wet heat one more time.

When we leave the bathroom, not a single person in the room bats an eye because they all know Santa was kissing Mommy’s pussy in the bathroom.