“You probably want to be sure,” Claire teases. “This is a huge commitment. You aren’t just marrying one overbearing, bossy Wilde heir. You’re marrying into a whole family of them. It’s intense around here.”
I smile and give each of them a hug. I know it was fast, but somehow, I also know what I’m getting into, and I’m beyond excited.
My face hurts from smiling. I’m so happy. Everyone around me has congratulated us ten times. The ceremony was behind the mansion. It was beautiful. No one would know it was put together in three days.
Gretchen, Isabel, and several other recently added staff members outdid themselves. And they did it all with enthusiasm as if they were part of the family.
In a way they are.
Brody hasn’t stopped touching me from the moment I reached him under the arbor. He grabbed my hands, grounded me, and never let me go. From that moment forward, he has either had our fingers threaded together, his palm on the small of my back, or his arms wrapped around me. The man even held me in his lap while we ate dinner and fed me from his plate.
I’d swoon, but then I might miss out on the rest of tonight’s activities, and I’m not about to risk that happening.
We’ve just finished feeding each other a bite of wedding cake when Brody leans over to whisper in my ear, “We’re done here, baby.”
I giggle. “Should we at least say goodnight?”
“Fuck no. That would cause us to get waylaid even longer. We’re just going to quietly slink away, head inside, and go up the back steps. Eventually, they’ll notice we’re gone.”
I bite my lower lip to hold back my laughter as Brody takes my hand, glances around conspiratorially, and then drags me over to the back door. Before I know it, we’re in the stairwell, and my husband is tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me upstairs.
“Brody!”
He swats my butt over the white dress. “Shhh. Don’t risk messing up our great escape.”
I stifle my laughter while he hurries toward our room. Soon we’re inside, finally alone, door locked. My husband sets me on my feet, but his hands roam up my body, and then he’s kissing me. Nope, devouring me. There’s desperation in our kiss, like we’re in a hurry.
I forget everything but the way his hands and lips feel. He’s still kissing me when he finds the zipper at the back of my dress and eases it all the way down. He releases my lips just long enough to lean back and pull my arms free of the sleeves. The dress falls to the floor, leaving me naked.
Brody growls low and deep when he glances down. “Fuck, baby. I didn’t know you had nothing else on.”
I step out of my heels and reach for the buttons on his white dress shirt. He toes off his shoes while tackling the cuffs and then lowering the zipper on his dress pants. It takes us four times longer to get him undressed than me, but finally, Brody’s naked, too.
And fuck me, he’s so beautiful. I’ve seen him naked a lot, but this is the first time he’s going to let me really touch him. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees, grasp his cock in one hand, and flick my tongue over the tip.
He tips his head back and growls. Not shockingly, he allows me to continue down this path for about fifteen seconds before grabbing under my arms, making me stand, and backing me up to the bed. “Such a naughty girl.”
“I call it deprived. I’ve gone a whole week without sex.” I push out my bottom lip in a giant fake pout.
He lifts his brows. “I was under the impression you’d actually gone twenty-eight years without sex.”
“That, too. But I didn’t care about it until a week ago.”
He smirks. “You’re about to care a whole lot more, baby.” He lifts me and deposits me on the bed before climbing over me. “First, I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream because I really like that sound. Then I’m going to thrust my cock into you hard, fast, and deep. It’s going to feel like too much, but you’ll adjust. I’ll wait until your body accepts me before I move.”
“Maybe you should use a condom?” I suggest.
He snickers. “And why the fuck would I do that?”
“So we can spend more than one night together without me being pregnant?”
He eases himself down my body, pushes my legs apart, and brings his face to my pussy.
I’m already writhing without him touching me. Having his breath against my swollen sex is enough to drive me wild.
“No condoms, little pixie. Not only am I going to fill your cunt with my seed, but afterward I’m going to plug your pussy so none of my sperm can escape.”
I want to laugh at the absurdity of his statements, but I’m too horny to find this funny. It’s sexy when he talks like a caveman. My pussy clenches with every word. I want his come inside me, and I’m about to orgasm at the thought of him plugging my channel.
