I’m relieved they aren’t nosing into my personal life, but the part of me that’s enjoying being a husband for the first time is almost disappointed.
And I can’t wait to call Mia when we land in Philly.
Chapter Seventeen
Mia
Week one as Declan’s wife passes uneventfully.
Why? He’s out of town the entire time.
He calls me, though.
Every night.
“So, how are you settling in?” he asks on night six. He’s in Philly and about to fly to Baltimore for his last road game tomorrow afternoon before he returns to Montana.
“Great,” I tell him truthfully. “I love living on Wild Ranch.”
“Did you catch tonight’s game?” he asks next. His voice has a cute little rise to it like he truly wants to know.
I tell him the truth. “I was working late. Your games start so early here when you’re on the east coast. But I did catch the end of the game last night.”You looked hot.“It was the first time I’ve seen you since our wedding night. Sure, it was through a television screen, but still.” I laugh awkwardly. “You were amazing.”
“Thanks.” He pauses before he says, “Being married to me so far has kind of sucked, huh?”
I smile. “You’ve been an elusive husband, that’s for sure. But we’ll have plenty of time together once you’re back in Montana.”
“That we will,” he says in a way that makes my stomach clench.
Bad stomach. Declan Wild and I are platonic. Now. Maybe not before marriage—okay, definitely not before marriage—but certainly after it. Because apparently, he and I do everything backward. And in our situation, backward kind of sucks.
* * *
After we hang up the phone, I do something I’ve literally never done in my life. I flip through the sports channels.
I’m like an addict looking for a hit.
Of my husband.
Even I can laugh at that irony.
My husband is off-limits to me.
Except it feels like a nuclear attraction that I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try to.
And I do try. I swear.
Yes, Imaykeep flipping through the channels until I catch highlights of his game. And Imaycheer wildly when he scores like I’m totally fangirling him.
But I definitely donotgo lie down on the couch afterward and touch myself while imagining his mouth between my legs or his cock buried inside me.
Declan and I promised to have a loveless, business arrangement. Any memories of our night together must be buried deep. Kind of like the way he was inside me that one amazing night…
Damnit! It’s like I can’t stop.
But tomorrow night, things will get real. Because he’s coming home.
So what will we do then when we’re finally underneath one roof together as husband and wife?
