33. Eli
thirty-three
Eli
Callie sits in the recliner beside Rylann’s hospital bed, holding the newest member of the Miller clan in her arms. She looks achingly beautiful as she smiles down at the little bundle of joy.
Jeremy Dillon Miller, who we are calling Remy, arrived around the same time Callie and I were making a chocolate mess in the kitchen. Jace texted this morning to let everyone know Rylann and the baby were doing great.
My girl sings Somewhere over the Rainbow with the biggest smile on her face. I want to take Remy from her arms and return him to my sister-in-law so I can lift Callie off her feet and kiss her.
She’s a fucking natural. I can picture her holding our child. She’ll make a wonderful mother, all smiles and singing as she dances around the living room with her guitar.
“I know that look.” Jace slaps me on the back, erasing the vision of my future. “Does she know?”
“Know what?” I laugh to myself. Callie’s right: I answer a question with a question a lot.
“That you’re going to knock her up and she’s going to have your babies soon,” Jace jokes. He’s so happy. He’s clueless to how loudly he’s talking.
“She knows,” I confirm.
Callie grins, as she pretends not to hear my and Jace’s conversation, and fiddles with her necklace. The gold band on her thumb catches my eye, reminding me of our conversation.
She would have said yes. “Elation” is too light a word to describe how I felt at hearing her admit she would have married me after only being together for a week.
Soon .
“And it will be soon.”
After our fun in the kitchen, we went to bed and talked about how we saw our life together—after we eradicated Silla from it, of course. I learned a lot of things about Callie—one being that she doesn’t want to be a performer, and two, she wants children. Not as many kids as Jace and Rylann have, though. She told me having a baseball-team amount of kids was not her thing. I’m not sure where that came from, but I know my brother, and he would most definitely have that many kids if Rylann would allow it.
“I like this look on you. I’m glad you finally put your reservations aside and followed your heart.”
I turn to Jace, confused by his remark.
He chuckles to himself. “Remember when I was all messed up after Hawaii, the second time?”
“I do. You were a sad fuck. You looked and smelled like shit too.”
“Haha, dick-weasel.” Jace finally lowers his voice and whispers, “That day, you mentioned something about giving anything to be with the one who got away. It confused the shit out of me, but now I know. She didn’t get away. You pushed her.” He nods in Callie’s direction. “You were talking about her, weren’t you?”
I had completely forgotten I’d said that to him. When Jace came back broken and sad, it was around the same time Hudson and I had signed Callie. We were going through all the Harold drama, and there she was, making me feel all the things I had no right to feel. She was my temptation and my greatest weakness.
Not long after, my infatuation turned to anger. I was pissed at her for being the one to make my heart come to life. Pissed at my heart for beating for her—and only her—ever since.
“I was,” I admit. “And save it, big bro. It’s not lost on me. I didn’t take my advice. Pushing her away was torture, and I will live with that guilt for the rest of my life.”
Jace smacks me on the back of the head. “Knock it off. I understand why you did what you did, but believe me, no good can come from holding onto guilt. Let it go. You’re together now, and I’m proud of you for changing your mind and going after what you want. She’s good for you. I enjoy seeing you this happy, E. You deserve it.”
Jace’s words hit me in the feels, making my nose tingle. I sniff back the swell of love I have for my brother that’s filling my chest and throat, choking me up. “Thanks, J.”
My brother’s eyes brim with unshed tears as he looks at his wife and new child. He nods their way. “I should thank you for forcing me to go after them. Best decision I ever made.”
We watch Callie place Remy in Rylann’s arms as they chat. Callie’s cheeks blush as she glances my way, and Rylann laughs. They are definitely talking about last night. I smile to myself, loving the way Callie fits right into my family.
“Yeah, it was,” I mumble. Letting go of my reservations and making Callie mine was the best decision I ever made.
“Don’t be a smartass.” Jace snorts and punches me in the arm.
“Just doing my brotherly duty. Speaking of, do you have any news for me?”
“Actually, I do. I heard from a friend of mine who works in the family court office, and there is no documented conservatorship in place for Diana Cartwright in the state of California.”
“Well, fuck. Thanks anyway.”
“No problem. Callie is one of us now. We protect our own, E. I know this is hard, but can I talk to her, see if she knows anything?”
Before I can break down and hug my brother to thank him for all the help and support he’s given me, Callie interrupts us. “Hey, guys. Are you talking about me?” Her gaze bounces between me and Jace.
Threading my fingers through hers, I pull her to my side and kiss the top of her head as my brother coughs uncomfortably, looking at me for direction. I promised Callie full transparency. We are a team, and while she promised to let me take the lead, that doesn’t mean I get to hide the truth from her. This is her life, and she deserves to be a part of the process of untangling it from the viper holding her hostage.
“Yes. But I think we should take this outside.”
Callie easily agrees.
We say our goodbyes to Rylann, congratulating her again before leaving. Jace lets Rylann know he’ll be back and joins us in the hallway. Once outside, I relay the new information to Callie, who looks shocked and angry.
“I don’t understand how the conservatorship isn’t real. Are you sure?” she asks, baffled at the news. “Silla had her lawyer bring the paper for me to review. I saw it.”
Jace explains how the documents might look official, but since he couldn’t find an official record of them with the court, he believes the lawyer forged them.
“You met Silla’s lawyer?”
Callie mentioned a lawyer but not meeting him. Fuck, this could be the lead I need to catch Silla. I know in my gut—I know—she’s behind this. Everything keeps leading me to her. She’s the only one who would gain from Callie’s death. I just need the evidence.
“Of course. Over the years, he’s come over to make me sign documents giving Silla access to my accounts and renew her.” She uses finger quotes as emphasis. “Managers contract. When I didn’t want to sign, he threatened me.”
“What’s his name?” Jace asks, barely disguising his anger. I never loved my brother more.
“David…” Callie taps her lips with her fist, thinking. “Jenkins! David Jenkins. That’s his name. He’s kind of weaselly. He lets Silla boss him around like he’s scared of her or something. I don’t know. Their relationship is weird.”
Interesting. I look at Jace.
He nods and pulls out his phone, tapping away. “I’m on it.”
Now that we have a lead, Jace can figure out where we can find this Jenkins guy. When Jace is done, he thanks us both for coming and excuses himself to return to his wife and baby.
I wrap my arm around Callie’s shoulders as we make our way out of the maternity ward. The multitude of emotions that swirl in her eyes breaks my heart. I give her a moment as she nibbles on her lip, and tries to process everything she learned.
“We’re going to figure this out, princess. I promise.” I kiss the top of her head and press the elevator call button.
“I know. I just… I feel so stupid.”
The elevator opens, and we step into the empty cart. I wrap my arms around Callie’s waist and hug her tight. Tilting her chin up, I’m taken aback at her devastation. She’s on the verge of tears, and there is nothing I can do about it.
I plant a kiss on her lips. “You have nothing to feel stupid about, Callie. Silla manipulated you. You were a teenager. A fucking child. How were you supposed to know she was lying?”
A tear slips from the corner of her eye. “I should have asked you for help sooner. I waited too long, and now I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m scared, Eli.”
“Nothing is going to happen. We are going to figure out what Silla’s been up to, then we are going to get rid of her,” I declare with confidence.
I stuff my worry in a box and comfort Callie. We leave the hospital and make our way to Jace’s house, to give Rhys a guitar lesson and to pick up Callie’s shopping bags.
“Oh my gosh, Rhys, that sounds amazing,” Callie gushes, a wide smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.
I can’t get over how fucking beautiful she is and how she’s mine.
My girlfriend-stealing nephew puffs out his little chest and grins at Callie. “Thanks, Miss Callie. I’ve been practicing every day, like you said.”
I roll my eyes at the little twerp, who’s laying it on thick. Not that I can blame him. My woman is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She’s jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and she has the voice of a fucking angel.
“Well, it shows. You’re going to be playing a full song in no time. Right, Eli?” Callie lifts an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to praise Rhys.
“Great job, little man.”
“So good, Rhysie. You’re a natural,” Rylann’s mom, Rita, says as she enters the room carrying Sariah. She and Rylann’s dad, Ryan, have been staying with the kids while Jace and Rylann are at the hospital. “It’s time for lunch, mijo . Please say thank you to Miss Callie for the lesson.”
Rhys puts down his guitar and throws his arms around Callie, thanking her before rushing off. His energy is limitless as he bounds down the hall to the kitchen.
Rita invites me and Callie to stay for lunch. We share a look and decline, preferring to grab her shopping bags and head back to Cam’s place for our own private lunch.
We barely make it through the doors before I’m dropping her bags and pouncing on her. Callie wraps her jean-clad legs around my waist as I press her against the wall, kissing her hard and deep. Our tongues lash and twist as we grapple with each other, desperate to get closer.
“Fuck, is it possible to miss you when I haven’t spent a minute away from you?” I murmur against her neck as I suck at the tender flesh. My cock jerks in my jeans, begging to get back inside its new home.
Callie moans and grinds her pussy over my already hard cock. With one hand, she digs her fingers into my shoulder as she undoes the buttons on my shirt with the other. “I missed your cock inside me. Does that count?”
I groan in pain when my dick pushes against my zipper, getting impossibly harder. “Fuck yes, it counts. I love it when you read my mind.”
“I need you now, Elijiah.” Grabbing my hair, she brings my lips back to hers in a fiery kiss.
Mouths locked, I carry Callie to the bedroom. The entire way, I grope her ass and glide her over the steel rod in my pants, teasing her clit. I’m rewarded with moans of pleasure and resounding yeses.
Placing her feet on the floor, I rip my mouth away and step back. Callie stares up at me, waiting for directions like my good little princess.
“Strip, Calliope.” My voice drips with authority.
Callie’s eyes flutter, and her knees wobble at my order. Complying, she pulls the crop hoodie she’s wearing over her head and throws it to the side, then kicks off her shoes and shoves her jeans down her legs to step out of them.
My mouth waters as I gobble up the sight of her perfect tits and pussy covered in simple white lace. Her nipples poke through the fabric, begging for attention. Callie reaches one hand behind and unfastens the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Hooking her thumbs over the fabric at her hips, she shimmies her thong down her thighs and bites that pouty lip of hers.
“So fucking sexy.”
Callie’s cheeks blush at the compliment.
Shoving my half-buttoned shirt over my shoulders, I drop it to the ground and as quickly as I can remove the rest of my clothing. My cock juts out, hard and proud, pointing at Callie. I fist my shaft and stroke. “How would my princess like me to please her today? With my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
Callies whimpers and her thighs clench, searching for the friction she needs to ease the ache between her legs. “I always want everything with you.”
“Good answer.” Grabbing Callie’s hand, I lead her to the standing mirror in the room’s corner and situate her hands on either side of the frame. “Hold on tight and spread your legs for me.”
Callie’s eyes follow me as I skim my fingers over her shoulders and her chest. I pinch her nipples and glide my fingertips down the sides of her torso and stomach until I reach her pussy, then change direction and skim them down the backs of her thighs. She’s the perfect height for what I have planned.
“Elijiah, please.”
The raspy moan of my name sends a shot of blood straight to my dick. Her impatience has me throbbing. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m going to take care of you.”
My cock bobs, slapping my lower abs as I sit down and slide between Callie’s legs. With my back against the mirror, I position my mouth over her glistening cunt. I bite the sensitive skin above her bare pussy and grip her ass cheeks in my palms. Callie curses under her breath at the small nip of pain.
“Keep your eyes on your face and watch yourself come. Close your eyes, and I stop and start over. How fast you come is up to you, baby. Got it?”
“Yes.”
My cock grows harder as she turns her attention to the mirror, her eyes burning with desire.
Running my nose up her slit, I inhale the scent of her sweet arousal then swipe my tongue along her seam. Her honey taste hits my tongue in a burst of flavor. “Fuck. You taste so damn delicious. Do not fucking move, do you hear me?”
“Yes. I won’t. I promise to be good.”
Her obedience makes my cock ache. An all-too-familiar tingle in my balls warns me of my impending orgasm and the tip of my cock weeps, dripping down the sides of my shaft. As much as I would love to drag this out, I’m going to have to save it for later.
I dive into Callie’s pussy like the addict I am, lapping at her sweetness. Wrapping a fist around my cock, I give it a squeeze, staving off my desire to come, and drag my tongue to Callie’s clit. Concentrating on the swollen nerves, I swirl my tongue around and suck.
When I feel her pussy spasm, her orgasm cresting the edge, I slide two fingers into her soaking-wet cunt and curl them forward. I look up through my eyelashes to find Callie staring at her face as her teeth dig into her bottom lip. She’s a sexy, panting, groaning mess as I fingerfuck her harder. Her knuckles are white as she clings to the mirror’s frame.
“Such a good fucking princess,” I growl into her pussy. Her cunt pulses in my mouth as I surround her clit with my teeth and add pressure.
“I’m close. Please don’t stop.” Callie licks her lips as she rides my mouth.
“Never.” I work my tongue and fingers faster until her hips buck and her body stills, and she comes in throbbing waves of pleasure as her cunt convulses against my mouth with a gush. Her cum floods my tongue, and I lap up every delicious drop.
I’m up in a flash. I press my chest into Callie’s back and slip my cock between her soaked pussy lips before notching the tip at her entrance.
“Eyes on me.”
Her lust-filled eyes lock on mine.
I twirl her long blonde hair around my fist and move it to one side to kiss her neck. “You did so good. Now, I want you to watch me fuck you.”
Callie’s eyes fall to our connection as I bend my knees and thrust my hips forward, spreading her pussy around my thick shaft. Our combined groans fill the air as I slide in and out of her slick channel.
My phone rings from my pocket on the floor as I grab her hip and lift her onto her tiptoes for a better, deeper angle. Callie’s eyes fall to the salacious scene between her legs. Her sexy whimpers of approval spur me on, making my dick jerk inside her.
“That’s it, princess. Watch my cock fill your tight little cunt.”
When I hit her G-spot, she chants my name just the way I like.
I slide my hand between her legs and circle her clit with my fingers. “You take my cock so well.”
My phone rings again. And again.
Who the fuck keeps calling?
Doesn’t matter. I’m not fucking answering that shit, not while I have my cock buried inside the woman I love as she chases her second orgasm. My fingers fly over the swollen bundle of nerves pulsing under my fingertips. Callie’s thighs quiver, and her pussy clenches around my shaft as her impending orgasm builds.
“Oh, fuck yes. I love when your cunt chokes my fat cock, sucking me in deeper. Go on, princess, suck the cum right out of me.”
My balls tingle, and my heart pounds in my ears.
In the distance I can hear ringing, the front door slam, and shouting. Callie attempts to let go of the mirror, and I growl in frustration.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn through gritted teeth as I fight the tingle in my spine. “You will take this cock until you come. I don’t give a fuck who’s here or how long it takes. Take it and come on my dick like my good little girl.” I remove my hand from her hip and slide it under her arm, hooking it over her shoulder. I pull her onto my cock with long, hard strokes, bumping the spot that makes her come like a rocket.
Callie’s eyes widen at the sound of Mason’s voice.
“Yo, Eli?”
I shake my head at her. She bites her lip, her body shakes, and her pussy strangles my cock with her impending orgasm.
“Oh god.” Her cunt spasms and clamps down around my length as she comes with a scream. “He’s coming.”
Mason grumbles, “Christ,” as his footsteps disappear back down the hall.
Callie falls forward, her head pushed up against the glass as I slam into her harder, faster. One, two, three times. The fire in my lower back travels through my balls and out of my cock, pushing me over the edge. I come hard, filling Callie to the brim with my cum until it drips down her thighs.
“Oh god,” Callie pants.
I rain kisses over her back and neck before pulling my cock out of its home and spinning her around to slam my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. It’s wet and dirty, just like our fucking.
She lifts her leg, cradling my hip. With two fingers, I gather the cum between her legs and shove it back inside her. Callie moans in my mouth, and her pussy flutters around my fingers. I break our kiss and pull my fingers out of her cunt when my dick returns to life. Pressing my forehead to hers, I try to catch my breath.
My phone rings again.
“What the fuck?” I grumble as Callie drops her leg, placing her foot on the ground, and takes a wobbly step back. I catch her waist and steady her. “Careful there, princess.”
Callie laughs awkwardly, and her face is beet red. “You should probably see what your brother needs.”
I shake my head. “It can wait.”
My phone rings again.
“Go. I’m going to get cleaned up, and I’ll be right out.”
I push her hair off her face and press one last kiss to her luscious pink lips. “Hurry.”
A love-drunk smile spreads across her face as she cups my cheek in her small palm. “Yes, Sir.”
My eyes follow her perfectly pert ass as she struts to the bathroom. When I hear the water running, I put on some clothes, grab my phone without looking at it, and head to the living room to yell at my brother for the interruption.