“No,” he drones evenly. “However, I’m not above forcing it out of you.”
“That sounds like coercion.”
“Then it’s coercion. Whatever you say is.”
I smile, despite trying to be dead-serious right now. “I think you need your head examined.”
“Can we do that after you put me out of my misery? I won’t deny that tricking you into marrying me, under the pretenses of being my twin brother, and allowing you to believe you were with the idiot you’ve been dating for two years, isn’t under the guise of being mentally sane.”
“At least you’re accountable for your actions.”
“I’m not going to be if you keep stalling.”
Patting his chest lightly, I round his frame when I say, “Good things come to the ones who wait.”
Chapter 33
Bronte
Cold showers.
That’s all I’ve been acquainted with since being married to Meirna because, if I don’t, there’s zero chance of keeping my hands off her.
My mother and sister adore her to no end, and every word that came out of Meirna’s mouth was like gospel. To say they were captivated by how kind and sweet she is—the understatement of the year. That she deals with my type of broodiness and lack of life in the sense that I don’t spin around in the rain or gush about a new deal I obtained at work is astounding to them.
Callie has been on my ass about it all night. Whispering little jabs about how she could think of several men she knows that would mix well with my wife, just to get my blood pressure up, and because she hasn’t seen me in several weeks.
If I had, she wouldn’t have been such a pain in my ass tonight.
Regardless, I’m happy to be home after last week. With everything going on and the things I’ve had to straighten out, being with my sister and mother sets me at ease.
Having Meirna here and falling right into place with them is a dream come true.
Dinner and dessert were a blur as everyone carried on well. Meirna’s parents are just like her, kind and loving, especially since I’ve told them everything because it wasn’t a secret I wanted to be buried with.
To say they haven’t tried to drag her out of this house and back home is surprising.
However, I’ve been in this shower for over ten minutes, so maybe they have.
Rinsing off, I step out and towel off. Meirna was on the phone with Nettie when I came in, talking about Prague and all the food we tried there.
I still haven’t gotten an answer.
And she’s fucking with me right now.
Every doubt can seep into her head and try to convince her that what we have is far from conventional and society’s norm, but there’s no denying how there’s more pull than push between us.
How her body relaxes off the words I say because I don’t fuck around and beat around the bush on matters.
Bobby did put out the potential of throwing a hit on me, and I found it amusing. I’d just love to know if that was before or after Giordano’s men beat the shit out of him.
Stepping out of the bathroom, my towel is wrapped around my waist as I dry off my hair. But I freeze mid rub because Meirna is kneeling on the bed of my childhood room, with a white tube top thing tightly bound around her breast, exposing her stomach and causing my attention to mindlessly drop downward.
Red panties between thick thighs and a fucking bow above her ass.
She’s turned sideways so I can see everything she has on. And, honestly, the bow is the biggest turn-on. Because fucking her with it just reminds me of how much she loves the damn holiday and everything about it.
Even her fucking lingerie is Christmas-themed, likeGeezus Christ.
