Page 38 of Stolen Holidays
“Nothing will ever be hotter than watching you touch my pussy and call out my name.” I wipe the sticky cum dripping down her chin with my thumb and slide it down her neck, where the rest of it pools at the hollow of her throat. Blood returns to my dick as I massage the warm liquid onto her skin.
Mine.
“Your pussy?” Her voice is husky, and my cock hardens again at the tone. She smirks knowingly at me, brow arched, waiting for me to bite.
Someone wants to play this morning.
“Mine.” I cup her hot cunt in my palm and press the heel into her clit.
Her hips jerk at the added pressure, and she hums.
Before things escalate, I roll off her and the bed. She leans on her elbows and pouts. “Where are you going?”
I’m halfway to the bathroom when I call out, “Shower.”
I grab two towels and place them on the bar beside the standing shower, then turn on the water as hot as it will go. When I exit the bathroom, Callie is still lying in the center of the bed, absentmindedly running her finger through the sticky liquid on her neck and staring up at the ceiling.
My chest expands at the sight. She looks like a sexed-up angel sprawled out before me. “Come on. Time to clean you up.”
Callie turns her attention to me and sighs. “Fine.”
“Don’t pout, love.” I point to my already erect cock. “I promise to dirty you up in the shower some more before I wash every inch of your glorious body.”
“I like the sound of that.” Callie climbs onto her knees, but I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bathroom, where I make good on my promise.
fifteen
Scarlett
Four Days Until Christmas
“Scarlett!”myhusbandshoutsin a panic.
I bite back a smile as I wash the last dish and place it in the dishwasher. Schooling my features, I wait for Levi to find me in the kitchen. The sound of his heavy footfalls gets closer.
I have been waiting a week for this moment. For the last eighteen months, I have asked my dear husband to do me a favor and get a vasectomy. We have two sets of twins. Our girls, Sadie and Lily, are eight, and our boys, Landon and Sawyer, are almost two.
That’s four kids. Four.
Unlike my bestie, I am done having children. Levi and I don’t get one; we get two at a time, and I can’t go through the double feeding, potty training, tantrums, and everything else that comes with babies and toddlers again.
As much as Levi likes to tease me about it, I know he secretly agrees. No more babies. It’s just the idea of getting his balls snipped that has him freaked out. I have pushed four kids out of my vagina, and he can’t go in for a procedure that will leave him uncomfortablefor a few days? I’ll show him. I’m hoping this little scare will urge him to get it done, so that we can enjoy the kids we have without worrying about having more.
“Scarlett,” Levi repeats as he walks into the kitchen.
I dry my hands on the dishtowel and turn around. Levi is only wearing a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, looking like a snack.
Damn, he’s still so flipping hot.
“Hello?” He waves his arms around, holding up the paper bag that was hidden under Rylann’s bathroom cabinet in one hand—the same one I hid from him at the restaurant when I came up with this plan—and the positive pregnancy stick in the other.
“Hey, sexy hubby.” I bat my eyelashes at him and smile as I lean against the counter, taking in his broad chest and washboard abs.
“What the hell is this?” Levi’s eyes are wild, the cornflower blue almost icy gray from worry.
“Do I really need to explain what you’re holding? Because it seems kind of obvious.” I do a good job of keeping my tone even, which pushes him a little closer to the edge.
He waves his arms around like a crazed gorilla. “I know what they are. Why the fuck were they in the bathroom cabinet?”
