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, like Geezus Christ.
“Do you like it?” she beams, not seeming at all shy about how she’s just relaxing in bed, almost naked, with an outfit made for fucking.
Do. I. Like. It?
Love isn’t a word I easily throw around.
I was given enough of it from my adopted family, but it’s always been something I struggled with.
The Hardings may appear like the all-American family, perfect in every way, with money falling off trees in their backyard, but I was anything but adored and cherished as a child in their home.
I was a chess piece.
A pawn because my father was the king and ruled over everything.
And I’ve never felt secure in intimate settings with other people until years later when the Vasilious adopted me legally.
Now, grown as hell with an empire, I’m humbled as hell when the woman of my dreams looks at me like I’m worthy of her. That my questionable deeds are deemed forgivable because she either wants to move forward with me, or she’s got a real fucked up way of torturing.
“I don’t think that should be a question,” I mutter, slowly closing the distance between us as I feel my cock create a tent out of my towel. “There’s nothing you could wear that would ever turn me off from you.”
“I like a challenge.”
Same.
However, I’m not about to go toe-to-toe with her right now because it wouldn’t be fair. All the blood from my head is rushing straight to my raging dick, and anything that isn’t me owning her doesn’t form a thought in my brain.
“Feel free,” I deadpan, stopping right at the edge of the mattress. “How did you manage to pack this without me seeing?”
Because I was with her the whole time after Bobby’s break-in to help her load up all the things she needed for our trip here.
“I did it before everything happened.”
She says it so casually and without fear that it makes me proud of her for not allowing Bobby into her headspace.
But that’s beside the point.
The point is that Meirna knew she would be packing this little holiday surprise for me before anything happened.
Prior to telling me anything about wanting to stay married to me.
Subconsciously or not-so-subconsciously, Meirna is taken with me. She may battle in her head about it, but her heart is already latched onto mine.
I can see it.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or scared,” I answer honestly. “I have the sexiest woman alive in my bed…dressed like she’s ready to kill. And I’m waiting to plan my future because she won’t give me anything.”
Meirna’s tongue runs underneath her upper teeth as if needing another second to answer when she says, “I never took you for someone who didn’t know how to read a room.”
My heart skips inside my chest and, for a split second, I think I’m about to have a heart attack because it never does shit like that. “I like words.”
“Those are hard to come by.”
“Don’t I know it. However, my number two goal is to make sure communication with you, as your husband, isn’t lacking. That you always know where you sit, stand, and are with me.”
Meirna perks a brow. “And what’s number one?”
My head automatically cocks to the side with an easy, “I never took you for someone who didn’t know how to read a room.”
That makes her smile and, fuck me, I’m ready to fuck her.
“Well…” She lifts her chin as those light golden eyes lock steadily onto mine. “I have enjoyed our time together.”
“But…”
She lifts her shoulders. “I may as well stay married to you. Seems to be working now. You did add Prague as a Christmas tradition, so I don’t know how I’d turn that down.”
Little shit.
“We can always go not married.”
She pushes her lips out and scrunches up one side of her nose, implying it’d be an inconvenience. “No point. You’re not getting lost anytime soon.”
“Not particularly.”
“So, I figured, I may as well continue this little arrangement we have going on and see where it takes us.”
My face lifts because…we don’t necessarily have an arrangement except the legally binding one of what I made happen under the guise of my dumbass twin brother.
“Right.”
She’s still fighting me with emotions and the shit that lives rent-free in her head.
So, I’ll drag it out of her.
The same way she did with me, with every moan and sweet little sigh when I was balls deep inside her. From the first day we met, I knew—I knew deep down that Meirna was going to be someone who changed my life.
She has.
She will.
And she will forever.
“Bend over,” I order, tugging at the fabric of my towel and allowing it to fall freely to the floor.
We’re going to need to do this quietly. As much as I would love to have Meirna screaming and writhing, a man’s last aspiration is to have their mother storming into the room while their mid-fuck.
Or hers.
Or her father’s.
Meirna doesn’t need to be asked twice when she slides her palms across the fabric of my navy-blue comforter and arches her back to give me the full view of her ass and that fucking bow.
Propping a knee on the bed, I position myself behind her and bend over myself, spreading one ass cheek so I can see what I’m working with.
Glistening pussy.
Tight asshole.
My midnight snack.
“Cover your mouth when you’re about to scream,” I demand hoarsely, leaning in to get closer. “And tell me how much you don’t love the idea of me eating you out as your longtime life partner.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond when my tongue lashes out against her core, and Meirna bucks forward with surprise.
Wrapping my palm around one of her thighs to keep her grounded, it’s been a long time since I’ve tasted her pussy.
Too long.
Several days?
Because it feels like several years and then some.
My lips and tongue proceed to kiss, suck, and lick at her sweet cunt. Meirna’s body instantly reacts as she spreads her legs wider to give me more access.
To take whatever I want, how I want, and as deep as I want.
The new space creates a new opening for my fingers as I shove two inside her tight pussy, and mercilessly pump.
I can hear the muffled cries and moans from Meirna’s lips against her palm, and it makes my cock twitch.
Reaching for it, I stroke myself three times to give me some sort of relief, but it doesn’t work. Meirna is soaked and ready for me, and I can’t bring myself to make her come with just my mouth alone.
I need her like I need the ability to function. Every thought I have for the future includes her in it. All the moves I make, where I’m going to live and operate my business from a state away, has her in mind.
I will spin my world upside down to keep her happy.
Anything she needs to make her happy.
And, at the current moment, I need to be inside her to make me happy.
Getting back on my knees from behind her, I skip the foreplay of teasing her with my dick and thrust into her pussy, feeling her immediately tighten and clench from the abrupt intrusion.
I wrap an arm around her chest, pulling her upward so that she’s flush against my chest and so I can whisper in her ear, “Just imagine, Daydream, doing this anytime, all the time, as your husband. Worshipping the ground you walk on. Making sure you’re happy and us spending wedding anniversaries together.
If you stay with me, I’ll make you the happiest woman alive. ”
“I want to move to Boston with you.”
I immediately still on a dime, repeating her words in my head, at least five times before I blurt out, “What?”
Meirna’s chest heaves unevenly against my palm, and mine does the same.
Moving to Boston…
“You’d be leaving Silver Pines behind,” I remind her like a stupid ass because the idea is to not make shit harder but easier. “I wouldn’t ask you—”
“Amanda can handle what needs to be done and make sure it is,” she breathes through several pants. “And I can always visit.”
“Meirna, I was already planning on moving to you. There’s no reason—”
“Boston to Upstate New York is closer.” She moves a little, falling down on my cock and silently urging me to move. “And I hate the city. There’s nothing there for me personally anymore and…”
I don’t press her for more, just patiently wait for her to be ready as I slowly rock inside her again.
“I want to be with you,” she trembles quietly. “I want a fresh start. I want this, with your mom and Callie. I can start another non-profit. Give me another million for Christmas next year and I’ll do wonders with it.”
“Done.”
She’ll get more from me, but I don’t open the argument because I have plans with what she has on and what I want to do to her body for the rest of the night.
“And I love you, Bronte.”
Fuck.
My hips drive forward, filling her up and forcing a guttural groan to escape my throat.
Meirna’s fingers wrap around my wrist for purchase as I fuck her raw and hard. Every emotion I have and dream put into this because it’s all I wanted.
It’s all I’ve needed.
I couldn’t have imagined this scenario a million times in my head, with how it’s worked out. With Meirna listening and observing. With her taking facts, fiction, and weaving them into what the truth was, and my intentions sitting behind it.
Meirna gasps when I must hit a new spot, making me cover her lips with my hand as I continue to rock and fuck her into not taking the words back.
Boston is home for me, but anywhere she is, I’d make it one, too. And I’m in sheer awe that she’d leave everything behind to come be with me.
I didn’t expect it.
And I sure as hell don’t deserve it.
“When you’re ready,” I grind out in her ear. “I’ll take you house shopping. You can have everything you want. I will fill that thing with fucking pink, fuzzy carpet if you want. All you have to do is tell me when you’re unhappy and what you want to do. We’ll figure it out from there.”
I feel her bob her head in agreement before I slowly uncover her mouth.
“Now, bend over again so I can see this pretty bow on your ass. It’s tempting me to take it, Daydream.”
“Whatever you want.”
I wouldn’t even make it that far.
Because, at the current moment, my orgasm is teetering, my headspace is shot, my breathing is almost inadequate to my lungs, and I’m feral in more ways than one.
Meirna bends over, the giant red bow on display for me as I take her body however I want.
I spread her ass cheeks, diving deeper as my balls clench. A life like this, forever, is what I’m aiming for, and everything she desires is hers without saying the words.
My Daydream pushes back on me, meeting my thrusts with pushes of her own as I watch her ass bounce against my hips and thighs.
She’s careful to keep her voice down, but I can still hear it against her palm or forearm, until she tightly clenches the fabric of my comforter and shatters against the plush fabric.
Her mewls and moans are muffled. Her body shakes uncontrollably, but she doesn’t stop riding my dick. And the red bow…yeah, I’m not done with that thing yet tonight.
My release comes like a freight train, fast, on a one-way stretch and arriving exactly where it needs to be. It clashes with every bodily function and thought. I barely remember it, but pulling Meirna against me and collapsing into the bed.
She’s moving to Boston.
She’s starting a new life with me.
And that’s everything I could’ve ever dreamed.