Eli swats him on the back of the head. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t joke about that.”
“Hey now, I didn’t say something we all weren’t thinking. Right, Callie?” Cam looks at me.
I glance at Eli. The cross look on his face has me biting my lips, and my answer.
“I see how it is. I help you capture the bad guys, and you hang me out to dry. See if I help you next time someone comes after you.”
“Shut up, Cam.” Eli shoves his brother, who bowls over, laughing.
“Seriously, big guy. I can’t protect you from that one,” Talia says, moving out of the way in case Eli tries to attack him again.
“I’m offended. My girl, leaving me unprotected.” Cam grins at Eli mischievously.
Eli gets the jump on him and puts him in a headlock.
“Elijiah James Miller. No fighting with your brother,” I scold as the two scuffle a little too close to the fire for my liking.
“Ha! You got full named. Guess we know who wears the pants in your relationship.” Cam grins like a Cheshire cat. I love his playful personality. He always makes me laugh.
Eli releases Cam with a shove. “You’re lucky my girl is protecting you.”
Cam grabs Talia around the middle and plops back into the chair, pulling a blanket over them as he taunts Eli, sticking his tongue out. “That’s cause all my sisters love me more than you.”
“Aww, he called me sister.” My insides dance at the endearment.
Cam winks at me as Eli drags me away to our chair.
“Don’t encourage him,” Eli mumbles.
Is it wrong that I love when he gets jealous and possessive? Probably. Possessive Eli is hot. He might want me all the time, but Eli never stifles me. He loves me too much—something he proves every day when he encourages me to do what makes me happy.
I take my rightful spot on Eli’s lap and kiss his scruffy chin. “Don’t be upset. Cam’s just teasing. Besides, when we get back to our room, I’ll let you take my pants off.” I don’t bother bringing up Cam calling me “sister”. Eli will propose when he’s ready. We’ve only been dating for a couple of months.
You live together, for crying out loud.
I push that thought away. Eli knows how I feel. I’m all in. He is the only man I want, and when the time is right, we will make it official.
Eli grasps my hips, tugs me close, and whispers, “I can’t wait to take your pants off and bury my face between your legs until you come on my tongue.” He crashes his mouth to mine, swallowing my needy whimper. His kiss is sweet, like the marshmallows we’ve eaten.
Arousal pools hot and wet between my legs as his tongue slides against mine.
“Ugh,” Rhys groans. “You grownups kiss too much. It’s gross.”
I break away from Eli’s drugging kisses with a laugh.
“Someday, Rhys, you’ll understand,” Jace chides.
“Butnottoday,” Rhys quips.
The family laughs at his sass. That little man is by far my favorite Miller. He’s probably my best friend. We spend hours on video calls while we play and talk about music.
Eli presses his forehead to mine and whispers, “I love you, Calliope.”
“I love you more, Elijiah.”
“You can try, baby. But we both know it’s you first and me more.”
He’s right.
