Page 9 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)
“This place is perfect.” Callie turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck, digging her fingers into my hair. “Thank you for planning this trip.”
“I’d do anything for you, Princess.” Cupping her jaw in one palm, I brush my thumb over her silky-soft bottom lip. A lip I want to suck into my mouth and nip with my teeth as she screams my name while riding my dick. My blood rushes south, bringing my other head to life.
“I know, and I love you for it.” Callie smirks, ignoring the situation going on behind my zipper.
I grip her hip with my other hand and dig my fingers into the top of her ass. “I love you, Cal.”
We close the small bit of space separating us. Our lips meld together in a tender, loving kiss.
“Fuck. Let’s go check into our room so I can strip you down to nothing and devour your pussy before I fuck it raw.” I squeeze her ass and tug her forward so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
Callie barks a laugh. “So filthy.”
I press my lips to the skin behind her ear and lower my voice. “I can be filthier for you. Is that what you want, Callie?”
With a sharp inhale, Callie pulls back and looks me in the eye, a sexy little smile playing on her lips. “How filthy are we talking?”
My cock jumps in my jeans. “Is my Princess in the mood to play?”
“Maybe.” She runs her index finger down my chest and purrs. “I brought the black lingerie set I bought the last time we were here. You know, the one that I was supposed to wear after our first date. Maybe we can finally put it to good use?”
“Fuck.” I groan at the thought of her in lace and straps. I go from semi-hard to fully erect. My cock pushes into my zipper, begging to get inside his favorite home.
Callie places her palm over my cock and pouts. “Oh no, did I say too much?”
My fucking little tease. “You’re going to pay for that, little girl.”
“Anytime, old man.”
“Oh, it’s on, baby.” In a lightning-quick move, I squat down, dig my shoulder into Callie’s stomach, throw her over my shoulder, and practically run towards the lobby.
“Put me down, you caveman.” She playfully slaps my ass as she bounces up and down with each stride I take.
“Never.” I slap her ass in return, and memories of her in that lavender mini dress pop into my head. Only this time, she’s not hissing at me like a pissed-off kitten. And later, I get to spank her bare ass for being a bratty little princess while fucking her from behind.
Her tinkling laughter trails behind us as I carry her up the steps of the inn. At the top, I slide her down my chest and place her on her feet, then dip her back and kiss her one more time, reminding her who is in charge. When she melts like butter in my arms, I stand her upright.
As expected, she sways on her feet, and I grip her hips to steady her. “Whoa, are you okay there?”
Callie takes a deep breath, looking a little green. “Just a little dizzy.” She tries to smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine. Let’s check in already.”
Callie reaches for the door as Mike shouts, “Mr. Miller, wait.”
The door swings open, and Callie’s jaw hits the floor.
It takes a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes as I watch a couple going at it behind the check-in desk.
The woman groans and throws her head back against the wall as the man holding her up with her legs wrapped around his waist drives into her with a howl.
A grumbling Mike pushes between me and Callie and slams the door shut, snapping us out of our trance.
“Was that real?” Callie whispers.
“Umm, I think so?” I scratch my head as Callie bursts out laughing, which makes me laugh too. Her whole body shakes as she roars with laughter at the wild scene we just walked in on.
Mike cracks a smile as he watches me, and Callie loses it. “I tried to stop you. Saw them when I walked around the side of the place.”
“It’s a good thing your brother and his family didn’t come with us,” she wheezes between laughs.
“Oh fuck. Imagine Rhys walking in on that. Jace would have had a fit.” Callie snorts at me, and Mike coughs a laugh, trying not to break his tough security guard persona. He’s also become a sucker for my nephew.
I don’t know how much time passes before the front door opens. I tug Callie to my side in a defensive move.
A rather flushed woman with deep brown eyes opens the door.
She’s wearing a long blue skirt, a denim button-up, and boots as she greets us.
“Hello there. Sorry about that. My husband just can’t seem to keep it in his pants, and well…
” Her reddish-brown hair bounces around her shoulders as she shrugs—like it’s no big deal we walked in on them having sex in the lobby—and grins.
“I can’t say no to him. He has a ton of BDE, if you know what I mean. ”
She winks at Callie, who glances up at me and replies, “Oh, I know exactly what you mean,” before biting her sexy, pouty lip.
“Princess,” I warn.
Any other time, I’d probably beat my chest like the king of the jungle with the way Callie’s eyes heat with lust as she stares at me. Instead, my dick shrivels as the woman sweeps her eyes up and down my body.
Nope. Don’t like that.
“I can see that,” the woman whistles.
Callie stifles a giggle as she wraps her arm around my waist.
“Don’t go getting any ideas in your head, Hil.
” A tall man, about my height, with a cowboy hat, steps behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. He’s a good-looking dude and looks vaguely familiar.
His hair is graying at his temples, along with his short beard, and he’s wearing your typical country uniform—a pair of Wranglers, a long-sleeved flannel shirt, and well-worn boots.
“I was just looking,” she teases.
“Woman, do you need reminding who you belong to?” He smacks a kiss on the side of her cheek.
She pats his hand and looks up at him. “Oh, relax. You know you’re more than enough man for me, cowboy.” The shared look of love between them has the tension in my shoulders easing.
I clear my throat, popping their bubble. “Not to interrupt, but would it be possible to, uh, check in now?”
“Oh, geez, I’m so sorry. Yes, of course. Let’s start over.” She points at herself and then at her husband. “I’m Hilly, short for Hilarie, and this is my husband, Jeff.”
Callie waves, jumping into her public persona mode. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m—”
“Callie Wright. I’m familiar with your music, which is wonderful.
That song, Burn Something, is totally hot.
” Hilly fans her face as my girl blushes.
“We are so excited for you and your family to stay with us for the holidays. This is our first year as owners. We recently took over. Jeff used to be an actor before he fell for a small-town girl like me.”
Like a light switch, I know where I’ve seen Jeff before. He was the star of a prime-time medical drama before he disappeared into obscurity. Pretty sure he won an Emmy or two for his role as the sexy, sweet-talking surgeon.
“Best thing that ever happened to me,” Jeff says as he steps back and holds open the door. Hilly blows him a kiss and rushes to the laptop sitting on the counter. The three of us follow her inside. He extends his hand for me to shake. “My apologies about before. I hope we can get past that.”
“Consider it forgotten,” I assure him.
Jeff glances at Mike and me.
I confirm his suspicions. “Our security.”
“Of course. No one will bother you here.”
We turn our attention to our ladies, who are chatting away at the front desk. My palms sweat, wondering if I can trust Hilly to keep my plans a secret.
“I’m excited to be here. I’ve heard so much about the place,” Callie gushes. She chats with Hilly, telling her all about Jace and Rylann’s wedding and the pictures she’s seen.
“I will not lie; I’ve made a few changes to the place. Most notably, the barn and animals. We have quite a few different ones roaming the property. I’m a huge animal lover.”
I do not remember the person I spoke to on the phone telling me this place turned into a goddamn animal reserve.
Before I can complain, Callie practically swoons, asking a hundred questions about all the animals.
She looks so fucking happy I decide to drop it.
Besides, Rhys and Riah will get a kick out of the animals too.
“I know that face,” Jeff says as he smirks at me. “It’s how I got all these damn animals.”
Shaking my head, I bark a laugh. “Can’t say no either?”
“Wouldn’t even if I wanted to,” he replies. “But don’t worry. Hilly told me all about your plans. Everything will go off without a hitch.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the assurance.”
“Sure thing. Just make sure you don’t piss off Lucky, and everything will be fine.” Jeff turns and struts out of the inn without an explanation.
Who—or what—in the hell is Lucky?