Page 34 of Stolen Holidays
Talia throws her head back and laughs. “They really would do that to you. But I’d beat them to it and take your balls myself.”
“So vicious, Itty Bitty.”
“Damn right. You’re mine, Cameron Miller.” My dick jerks, and my heart pinches in my chest at her claim.
“And you’re mine, Talia Miller,” I say, using her soon-to-be last name.
She giggles, and she rolls her steel-gray eyes at me. “I’m not a Miller yet.”
My hand twitches to smack her sexy ass and then fuck her senseless. “Those rings on your finger say otherwise.”
“Is that so?”
“Hell yes.” I smack a kiss on her lips. “Now strip. We are running out of time for me to have my way with you in this hot tub.”
It’s a little chilly out, but the steam emanating off the water’s surface will warm us up quickly enough. Kicking off my boots and stepping out of my socks, I rip off my sweater and undershirt and chuck them onto the chair where our robes sit. Talia freezes as I strip out of my pants and boxers in one fell swoop, kicking them aside.
“Cam,” Talia whispers. “Don’t move.”
Before I can ask why, a low-pitch rumbling grunt from behind startles the fuck out of me. “What in the— Ow, fuck!”
A sharp pinch to my ass has me jumping clear across the table. I turn around to find a fucking emu glaring at me. The bird croaks again and steps forward.
“Hey there, buddy. Let’s talk about this.” I hold up my hands in surrender.
Bad idea.The emu’s head lunges forward and down towards my exposed dick. I protectively cover the family jewels with both hands as the bird quickly skirts around the table.
“Hey, Lucky,” Talia calls, trying to get his attention.
“Tals, I need you to go get the damn owner. Please.” Lucky’s eyes remain locked on me as I backtrack.
He follows and steps forward, slowly stalking me. In a blink, Lucky lunges forward and nips my finger with his beak.
“Fuck!” I take off at a run towards my cabin. The fucking crazy-ass bird makes another rumbly sound and chases after me. I book it as fast as I can, but I’m outmatched. Lucky pecks my ass.
Hands on my dick, I leap over a log. “Get the fuck outta here, you stupid bird.”
Lucky passes me by, then turns around and blocks my path, successfully scaring me. I pivot and run back towards the patio.Fuck.
This time, like we are in a race, the emu runs beside me. I zig; he zigs. I zag; he zags. My legs burn, and my feet hurt from stepping on twigs and leaves. Up ahead, I can see my entire family watching from the porch, laughing their asses off.
“Looking good, Cam,” Jace hollers.
Phone in hand, Mason grins. “Don’t worry, I won’t share this on social media.”
Just fucking great.
“No, you won’t. But you will lord it over me for the rest of our lives,” I shout at him.
“Nice buns.” I can’t tell which of my sisters-in-law shouts that.
“Why is Uncle Cam naked?” Rhys asks.
“Watch out, Cam.” Eli—the only brother I still love—warns.
I leap to the side just in time to miss another emu peck on my ass. Lucky squawks and runs ahead of me. This time, instead of coming back after me, he spins around in circles and bounces on his spindly legs in victory. I come to a halt and double over with relief as the emu disappears.
I’m met with another round of catcalls from my family, and I raise my middle finger in the air at them. They all laugh hysterically.
