Page 27 of Stolen Holidays
“It’s cold as fuck out here.”
As Callie walks backwards towards the tent, she lifts her sweater over her head and throws it on the ground. “Then I guess you better warm me up.”
“Baby, I’m going to do better than warm you up.”
I flip over onto my hands and knees, and crawl towards my girlfriend as she undoes the button and zipper on her jeans. I grip the waistband and slide them down her firm thighs, helping her out of them.
I shrug off my jacket and rip my shirt over my head as Callie tugs her shirt off. My mouth waters at the sight of her in a white lace thong and bra. She’s so fucking stunning.
“I’m counting on it,cowboy.” Her melodic laugh tinkles like bells in the air as she tugs my hair.
“I’m no cowboy.” I undo my jeans, and my cock peeks over the edge of my boxer briefs. Her eyes droop with lust as she stares at the tip of my dick and licks her lips. “But you can ride my face and my dick all you want, Princess.”
“I plan on it.” She moans, giving me the opportunity to pull her down onto the ground beneath me. Callie bucks her hips and wraps her legs around me, pressing her heat into my already stiff cock.
I groan at the contact as she twists her torso and flips us around to hover above me and dig her nails into my chest. “Go on then, take what you want. Ride me like a good little cowgirl would.”
Callie rides me alright. But not like a good cowgirl would. She rides me like a very naughty, very dirty, downright filthy little vixen, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Rylann
Seven Days Until Christmas
Jacesqueezesmythighas he steers our SUV off the highway towards the inn, drawing my attention away from the scenery. The car is unusually quiet, with all the kids napping in the back seat.
“How are you doing, Sunshine?”
I roll my head to the side and stare at my husband. My heart still does a little flip in my chest every time I look at him. Jace looks the same as he did the day I met him: fit, fine, and all mine. Seriously, my hubby is the hottest man walking the planet. Even more so now that the hair on his temples has slightly grayed.
The last two and a half years since we finally figured it all out have been the best years of my life. We got married and had two more beautiful children—not exactly in that order, but it was perfect. It was us.
Our oldest, Rhys, is thriving and happy. He’s so smart and kind. He’s well on his way to growing into a man just like his father—generous, protective, and loving.
I twist in my seat to face my husband. “I’m perfect.”
“You most certainly are.” Jace hits me with his signature sexy smirk and winks.
I sigh as his hand runs higher up my thigh towards the pulsing throb in my clit. Two years of this, and I still can’t get enough of him. I spread my legs, allowing him to brush his fingers over my slit.
“Such a bad girl,” he hisses. Jace glances in the rearview mirror as he continues to tease me. “I can feel your heat through those thin, tight pants you have on.”
“Hmm.” My eyelids fall closed as I enjoy another minute of my husband’s illicit touch. Jace’s hand disappears, and I open my eyes to find him white-knuckling the steering wheel as the muscles in his jaw tick.
“Rylann, please help me out here. I need you to close your legs and behave before I pull over onto the side of the road and drag you out of the car to do unspeakable things to you while our children sleep in the backseat.”
Fist to my mouth, I try to muffle my laughter. “Sorry, Ace. You’re just too irresistible.”
“Yeah, well, so are you. So knock it off. The last thing I want to do is get into an accident because I can’t concentrate on anything other than ripping your clothes off. I refuse to be the guy who needs medical attention while sporting a huge boner.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I face forward and cross my legs. Jace is right. That was a bad idea. The ache between my legs has grown to an unbearably tense level. “Besides, you started it.”
“I did, and while I don’t regret it, it was a mistake.” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “A really hot mistake. Now all I can think about is making you sit on my lap in the driver’s seat.”
I chuckle, thinking about all the creative ways we’ve been able to sneak off for some quickie time together. Aside from the bathroom, we also favor fooling around in the car when it’s parked in the garage.
A memory of us christening the car pops into my head. When Jace found out I was pregnant with Remy, he went out and bought this ridiculously huge SUV without talking to me about it. We got into a fight about how absurd it was to have such an enormous car and the new car payment that came along with it.
