Page 205 of Stolen Voices

Callie is my entire world. I love her so fucking much.

When she was getting ready for the tour, I knew I couldn’t let her go without me. The idea of being away from her made me physically ill.

After the accident and finally having her in my life, the thought of returning to work at full capacity didn’t sound appealing anymore. I approached Hudson with a new plan, which he was more than excited to implement. He wanted more freedom to visit his sister in England. Dez and Reenie have taken over my and Hudson’s positions while both Hud and I work remotely, and come in for important meetings and events. I’m not sure if this is how it will stay, but for now, I’m happy about the arrangement.

Being away from Callie isn’t high on my list of things to do, ever.

I pull out of Callie’s warmth and watch my cum drip out. If we had more time, I’d shove it back inside her to make sure one of my guys made it home. We’ve talked about starting a family sooner rather than later, and the idea of Callie swollen with my baby in her belly excites the fuck out of me. We are waiting for her shot to wear off, but with as much as we go at each other, I’m hoping it happens fast.

My cock jerks at the thought, but I lift my pants and put him away for now. “Come on, princess, let’s get you cleaned up for dinner with the family.”

Callie sighs, and her knees wobble like a baby deer’s as she slides off the vanity. I catch her around the waist and pull her body flush to mine, kissing her sweet, delectable lips.

She pushes me away, eyes glazed over and love drunk—just the way I like her.

Grabbing some tissues, I squat down between her legs and clean up my cum from between them. I dart my tongue over her clit once more before giving her butt a little pat. “All clean.”

Callie makes a cute little keening sound as I rise to my feet in front of her. “Why are you so hot?”

Barking a laugh, I grab the clean bra and thong she has laid out, and hand them to her. “You’re the hot one.”

“Thank you.” She slides on her panties and clasps her bra. Leaning against the vanity table, I wait and watch as she pulls on a tight pair of jeans and a sweater. “Did you like the new song?”

“You know I did.” I still can’t believe she got one over on me and played a new song tonight. She’s crazy talented. I’m in awe of her brilliance every day.

“Did you understand it?” she asks.

Of course I fucking understood it.

My girl wants the ring I’ve been dropping hints about. But I have a plan, and I want to completely surprise her when I finally propose.

I play dumb. “Does the song mean you love me?”

“Elijiah.” She fiddles with her necklace. I fucking love when she does that.

“Calliope?”

“Seriously?” She pops her hip and her bottom lip out.

“You don’t love me, then?” I tease.

“You’re ridiculous.”

I bite back my laugh, keeping my face neutral. Her lyrics aren’t anything I don’t already know. That’s why I planned this whole family holiday vacation.

For her.

First, I’m going to rock her world with all the holiday shit I have planned to celebrate her first real Christmas since her dad died … and her birthday. She thinks I don’t know she hasn’t celebrated her birthday in years, but I do, and I plan on celebrating the fuck out of my woman. Then, I plan on proposing to her and making her my wife all in one day.

As long as I don’t fuck it all up and ruin the surprise before then.

“I love you too, Callie.”

She grins and struts past me but not before cupping my cock over my pants and squeezing. “I love you, Eli. But you better not be messing with me.”

With a grunt, I remove her hand, willing my cock to stay down. The woman leads me by the dick, and he’s completely fine with it.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Santa got your letter, so you can count on having a merry fucking Christmas.”

The sound of Callie’s tinkling laughter warms my chest as she exits the dressing room to meet up with our family. Taking my time, I linger to watch her sexy ass sway.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles, her blonde hair falling around her like a curtain. “Stop staring at my ass, and let’s go, handsome.”

“Coming, princess.” I chase Callie down the hall, and the only thought I have is I can’t wait to marry her and fuck her all through Christmas.

The End…