Page 32 of Stolen Holidays
The night passes in a blur with Eli and his brothers telling us story after story about their childhood and all the wild hijinks they got themselves into as kids and teenagers.
From the sound of it, these boys were naughty as hell. It’s a miracle Santa visited them at all.
thirteen
Cameron
Six Days Until Christmas
Todayisthefirstannual Miller Family Gingerbread House Competition. Gingerbread, frosting, and holiday candies cover every square inch of the table we’re all sitting around.
Eli went all out in planning this holiday vacation for his soon-to-be wife. Hell, I get it. Callie has been through some wild shit, but all this Christmas fun is getting to me. My brothers are taking this decorating stuff a little too seriously when all I really want is to throw Talia over my shoulder like a Neanderthal, carry her back to my cave, and fuck her all night long.
Leaning in close, I whisper in my girl’s ear, “Tals, let’s get out of here.”
She looks over her shoulder, and her gray eyes hit me in the spot beneath my breastplate, taking my breath away. Her icy orbs suck me into a trance every single time, and my simp ass loves it.
“We’re supposed to be making a gingerbread house.” She pops a handful of Sno-caps into her mouth, and my dick rouses from sleep.
Who am I kidding? If Talia is around, my cock is hard and ready to go.
I shift in my chair and adjust the crotch of my jeans, hoping no one—especially my nephew, Rhys—sees my hard-on.
“I know what you’re thinking, big guy, and the answer is no. Now help me put this together, or we might lose this competition. I can’t show my family something that looks like a two-year-old made it.” She takes in the drippy frosting and horribly placed candies. Our gingerbread house does look like a toddler made it.
“Fuck that.” I nudge her shoulder and nod towards Rhys. “We’ll take a picture of his and pass it off as ours.”
Talia throws her head back and laughs. “You’re horrible.”
“Horribly sexy. Which is why you want to put that frosting bag down and join me in the hot tub while everyone is busy.”
“Hot tub?”
I knew that would get her attention. My girl has a soft spot for boiling tubs of water that remind her of our late-night rendezvous. The hot tub is also the place where I asked her to be my wife.
My wife.I love calling Talia my wife. Second to her saying yes, hearing her request that we get married in a few months was the happiest day of my life.
“Yup. Just you and me.” Little does she know, I already placed our robes and a bottle of champagne with glasses beside the spa.
See? A total simp for this woman.
Talia bites her plump bottom lip, mulling over my offer. “I don’t know.”
“Twenty minutes, thirty tops, and we’ll come right back. The hot tub is behind the barn, where no one can see us. What do you say? Care to join your fiancé for a little skinny dipping?” I wiggle my brows suggestively at her.
She looks around the room, but I know I’ve got her. “Okay, let’s do it.”
Fuck yeah.
I grin like a kid on Christmas morning, only I’m happier because I’m a grown-ass man and I get to open and play with my toys before the big day. Wait, that sounded weird.
Fuck it.
I love playing with Talia, and she loves it too. My gorgeous girl knows how much I love and adore her, even when I’m treating her like my personal sex toy. I’d give her the fucking universe if she asked for it. This woman is my everything, and I plan on showing her right fucking now.
Grabbing the frosting out of her hand, I throw it on the table and stand. I scoop Talia up bridal style and practically run out of the room. Everyone whoops and hollers, but I ignore them assholes and book it to the spot I’ve been eyeing since we got here.
“Put me down, you crazy man.” Talia smacks my ass.
