Page 28 of Stolen Holidays
It’s a good thing he parked the stupid thing in the garage that night because, one minute, we were fighting, and the next, Jace had me in the back seat riding his dick like my life depended on it. It was perfectly us.
My core flutters at the memories.Damn, that was a fantastic night.
“You’re thinking about the garage, aren’t you?” he asks, killing my daydream.
“No,” I lie.
“Liar.” Jace grips the back of my neck, tugs me across the center console, and gruffly whispers in my ear, “I know you were thinking about the night you rode my cock in the backseat while I played with your tight little asshole until you came so hard you couldn’t think straight. And how you dropped to your knees and let me fuck your big tits until I shot my cum all over your neck and mouth.”
Shivers race down my spine at his filthy reminder. I bite my lip, trapping the curses on the tip of my tongue.
“Exactly.” Jace lets go of my neck, and I slip back into my seat, a hundred degrees hotter than I was before.
Even though that was sweet torture, I have a surprise for my dirty husband. “Do you think we can have a repeat tonight?”
“Sun, it’s going to be a silent night for us. We are sharing our room with our three cock-blocking kids for the next week. The best you’re gonna get is some quick shower action.”
“Actually, we aren’t,” I tell him.
“We aren’t what?” Jace whips his head between me and the road, his mouth bobbing like a fish’s.
“Staying with the kids. At least not the whole time. I convinced my parents to sleep in the cabin with the kids for a few days. We will take their room and then switch before Christmas.” I check the side mirror to find my dad still happily following behind us.
“Are you messing with me, or are you serious?” he whispers. I can hear the hope in his voice as he takes the last turn towards our destination.
“I do not joke when it comes to getting alone time with my super sexy husband.”
“Aside from saying yes to marrying me and the three gorgeous, absolutely perfect children you have given me, this has got to be one of the best presents I’ve received.”
“So what you’re saying is hotel sex does it for you,” I tease.
Jace grins as he parks the car in front of the inn and kills the engine. He unclips his seatbelt and turns to face me. “Sunshine, isn’t that how this love affair started?”
Lots of hotel sex and a beach.
“You got me there, Ace.” I chuckle. I unfasten my seatbelt and turn towards him. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Always have—”
“Always will,” I finish his sentence.
Jace cups my cheeks in his large, warm palms and kisses me. His soft lips part mine, granting him access. Our tongues twirl, tender and hungry and demanding. Kissing Jace is like breathing air: necessary for survival.
My husband and our kids are my entire world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ugh, gross. You’re kissing again,” Rhys grumbles, his voice laced with sleep.
Jace and I break apart with a laugh, our foreheads pressed together.
“Such a cockblocker,” Jace grumbles, low enough for only me to hear.
“Later,” I whisper back.
“Later. And I promise you a not-so-silent night,” Jace says, making my cheeks flame. He quickly pecks my lips one more time.
“Will you two ever stop kissing?” Rhys whines.
Jace keeps his glowing hazel eyes on mine as he declares, “Never,” to our son.
