Page 6 of Stolen Holidays
We girls spent the afternoon in downtown Portland, doing last-minute holiday shopping without the guys and kids before we all leave for the small inn Eli rented out for the entire Miller family to spend the holidays together.
“Are you sure that’s it? You look a little tired.” Unable to turn off the nursing part of her brain, Talia almost blinds me with the rock on her finger as she presses the back of her hand to my forehead, taking my temperature.
Talia works in pediatrics, and it suits her. She is the most compassionate and empathetic person I’ve ever known. We met during the worst time of my life, but she put me at ease instantly with her warmth and understanding. Since she also lives in Los Angeles, we’ve grown close these past couple of months, attending baseball games and family dinners together.
“I’m good,” I assure her.
“Oh, no. Is something wrong?” Rylann asks as she watches Talia fuss over me.
Waving Rylann off, I try to downplay my moment of weakness. “I’m fine, but Talia can’t help herself. I guess I’m just not used to all-day shopping trips.”
Talia hands me a glass of water, and I sip it. “Callie is a little warm, and she’s sweaty. She also looks tired, and her complexion is a little off. Am I missing anything?”
“Just a little nausea. Maybe I’m coming down with a bug or something. It’s been a long couple of months with the tour and all.” I shrug and take another sip of water. The cool liquid tastes so damn good I chug the entire glass.
“Hey now, we can’t have you getting sick on us, superstar. It’s been a long day. Maybe you’re just hungry.” Scarlett pushes the basket of chips my way.
I reach for the chips, but at the last second, I hesitate.
“Maybe…” Emery bites her lip and bumps Scarlett on the side with her elbow.
Scarlett’s eyes widen, and she turns to Rylann, and they have one of their freaky silent conversations.
The server arrives with a pitcher of margaritas and places it on the table, interrupting us. “Can I get you ladies anything else?”
“No, thank you. We will stick to the preordered menu I arranged with Isabel.” Rylann turns to us to confirm, and we all nod along.
When the server leaves, I finally take the ugly copper-brown wig off and rest it on my knee. I hate wearing it, but sometimes it’s nice to walk around and not get asked by fans to take a picture or sign autographs. I shake my hair out. “Oh goodness, that’s so much better.”
When I look up, I find four pairs of eyes on me.
“What?” I self-consciously pat my hair down.
Rylann places her hand on mine. “Callie, can you tell me about this nausea? Does it happen all day? In the morning? When did it start?”
I think about her questions. “It’s nothing. Really. The same thing happened to me at lunch yesterday, and then I was fine for the rest of the day.”
“Oh dear,” Talia mumbles.
“Has anything else felt off lately?” Emery asks. “Like sensitivenipples?”
I think about this morning and how, when Eli was sucking on them right before he went down on me, they felt more tender. “Maybe?”
“Maybe?” Scarlett questions me.
“Well, yeah. Eli spends a lot of time, you know, worshipping them.”
“Oh, I bet he does,” Scarlett teases.
The table erupts in laughter.
“Sorry. TMI, right?” My face heats as memories of him worshipping the rest of my body pop into my head. Let’s just say birthday sex may just be my favorite kind of sex. In total agreement, my clit pulses, and a rush of heat floods my panties.
Ugh, I wish Eli were here to fuck me.
“Are you kidding? We love a good dirty-sex talk. Especially when margaritas are involved.” Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“Save it for later, Scarlett,” Rylann warns her.
