Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Delilah
W aking up with Wilder's mouth between my thighs is something I could definitely get used to.
I knew he'd be good at physical activities , but it's so much more than that. When feelings this intense are involved, it makes everything he does ten times better.
The way my heart races when he kisses me and how butterflies invade my stomach whenever he touches me tells me I'm in sooo deep. Being down bad doesn't even scratch the surface of what I'm feeling because I've never felt this before.
And now I'm the one who's scared of losing it.
Because it feels too good to be true.
Wilder's breakfast spread is a nice surprise, but then we fight with the espresso maker that neither of us can seem to figure out. Instead of messing with it and breaking it, Wilder texts his cousin and a girl shows up with two coffees.
"Hi!" She beams when she enters the cabin. "I'm Bellamy Langston. You must be Delilah."
Ah…one of Wilder's cousins.
"Yes I am. Thank you for bringin' these." I beam when she sets them down on the table.
She holds out her hand to shake mine. "My pleasure. Those machines can be tricky. Let me show ya how to use it."
Wilder's in the shower so it's just me and her, but after a few minutes, I'm impressed with how quickly she got it to work.
"I'll give it a try tomorrow so we don't have to bother ya again," I say, hoping I can remember everything she showed me.
"Oh, it's no problem. This is my job. You'd be surprised how many times I walk in on half-naked couples." She purses her lips. "It's actually quite awkward."
"Hey, Bellamy!" Wilder calls from the hallway, walking toward her in only a towel.
"Yep, like that," she mutters.
I snort, shaking my head. Water drips down his hair and chest, making every inch look edible.
"Hey, how's the honeymoon goin' so far?"
"Great..." He smirks, waggling his brows at me. "We're gettin' a couple massages soon."
"Oh you're gonna love that. Pedro and Felipe are literal Gods and their hands are magic." She sighs, grinning. "Employees get free massages once a month and you better believe I request one of them every time."
"’Cuse me?" Wilder crosses his arms. "You have no female massage therapists?"
"Well sure we do, but they're not workin' today."
"Looks like we're gonna have to cancel."
"Wilder!" I scold, rolling my eyes at him.
"He's jokin'," I tell her.
"No, he's not," Wilder mimics.
"So did you like...marry him on purpose?" Bellamy jerks her head toward him.
"Drunk in Vegas..." I confirm.
"Ahh." She nods. "That makes sense."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wilder grabs one of the coffees and takes a sip.
"She's too hot for you," Bellamy says bluntly. "Way outta your league."
My face heats, and I grab the other cup to hide the blush covering my cheeks.
"Now that I can agree with..." Wilder winks at me.
"That's not true. He's hot, too," I defend.
"Gross, strongly disagree." She claps her hands together. "If there's anythin' else y'all need, just text me."
"Thank you again for the coffee." I smile.
"You're welcome. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon!" She walks toward the door, then quickly turns around. "But not too much. We've had to replace that table three times already."
"You sure you'll be okay while I'm gone?" Wilder asks me for the second time.
After our couple's massages, I took a hot shower and haven't left the bed since then. Felipe worked out every knot and kink in my body like some kind of magician. Bellamy wasn't lying.
I almost asked him to come move in with us.
"Yes..." I snuggle deeper underneath the covers. "I'm gonna catch up on sleep that you deprived me from and dream about Felipe's hands."
He swats my ass before sitting next to me on the mattress.
I knew that'd rile him up.
"Just his hands!"
"Better be thinkin' of mine instead." He slides his palm under my shirt and squeezes my breast over my bra. "Gonna make you forget all about his hands when I get back later."
"Oh no...don't do that...how awful..." I drawl. "Whatever you do, don't rub them all over me with oil."
He palms an ass cheek again, squeezing it, then stands. "You’re mouthy. Gonna have to deal with that later too." He winks, leaning in for a kiss. "Should be back in three hours."
"I'll be here, Pappi," I call out as he walks away, knowing that'll rile him up even more.
"Delilah! I swear ..." He huffs.
Cackling at his frustration, I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand so I can check in with Mattie.
Delilah
I think I met your future husband. Big, strong hands. Dark, sultry eyes. An accent that'll cause you to leak down your thigh...
Mattie
umm SOLD. When can I come pick him up?
Delilah
He's one of the massage therapists at the resort. I think you'll have to move here.
Mattie
Massage therapist? Say less. Surprised Wilder let another man touch you...unless this is where you tell me my future husband is down a hand?
Delilah
He wasn't a fan, but he sucked it up for the sake of knowing he'll get to twist me like a pretzel later.
Mattie
You use the butt plug yet?
She sends a devil emoji, and I snort.
Delilah
As a matter of fact, we did. Thanks for that, I guess?
Mattie
Consider it my wedding gift to the horny couple!
Happy*
Oh wait, horny is probably more accurate.
I bellow out a laugh because she's definitely right.
Delilah
And the wait was soooo worth it. That magic cross piercing gets an A+ from me. His tongue piercing does too, but the friction against the nerves feels so good.
Mattie
Okay calm down, you're turning me on over here, and I didn't charge my vibrator.
Delilah
Use your other one.
Mattie
Oh good idea...if only they had pierced dildos.
Delilah
New business idea...
Mattie
Or maybe I need to get out and meet someone. Too bad all the men in this town give me the ick.
Delilah
Maybe it's time to get out of Sugarland Creek and see what else is out there.
Mattie
Probably more men who'll give me the ick.
Delilah
Too bad all of Wilder's brothers are taken now.
Mattie
Story of my life.
A knock on the door makes me jump. It's only been thirty minutes since Wilder left, so I have no idea who could be here.
Quickly putting on my leggings and sweatshirt, I walk hesitantly to the front and see a woman through the window. She smiles when she notices me and holds up what looks like a picnic basket.
"Hello?" I greet, cautiously opening the door.
"Hi. Delilah?"
"Yes."
"I'm Maisie, Warren's wife."
"Oh, hi. Come in." I step back to give her room to walk in. "Wilder's not here, though."
"He called and asked if I could bring you somethin' to eat because—his words, not mine—she'll starve if you don't feed her. She burns toast and will forget to turn on the stovetop when she boils water."
My mouth pops open, and I huff with my hands on my hips. "That was one time."
That's what I get for telling him embarrassing stories about myself.
Maisie laughs, setting the basket down on the table. "No judgment from me. When I went to college in New York, I lived off bagel runs and iced coffee. The second time I moved there, my apartment was too small to even have a full kitchen, so I rarely cooked.."
"Wilder's told me a little about you being a literary agent. That sounds so cool."
"It can be..." She opens the basket and starts removing containers of food. "It's a lot of work and keeps me very busy. Not as much now since I hired a few agents, but in the beginning, it consumed my life day and night."
"I bet livin' in the city was a fun experience..." I grab two plates from the cupboard, unsure if she's staying or not, and bring them to the table.
"Yes and no. I'm glad I went because I learned a lot about myself, but now, I wouldn't leave this place if you paid me. This is where I grew up and it's home. Plus, comin' back and fallin' in love with Warren all over again was worth it."
"Aw...that sounds so sweet."
"It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. When I first arrived, he slammed the door in my face."
My eyes widen, but now I'm fully locked in for the tea.
"Honestly, I don't blame him. We got married after I graduated college, but when I found a literary job in New York City, I moved back there even though I knew he wouldn't come with me. I hoped he'd change his mind, but years later, I met someone else. When he proposed, I came here to beg Warren to sign the divorce papers I sent him previously."
"Oh, shit." My jaw drops. "No wonder he slammed the door."
She laughs, nodding. "Yep, and it was a fight every second to get to where we are now. But it brought us back together, so I'm not too mad about it."
My stomach growls as she continues setting everything out. "This smells delicious."
"I can't take the credit. It's from the restaurant on the property here, but the chef is incredible. If y'all have time before you leave, stop in and have dinner. It's very romantic." She beams, piling beef tips and pasta on one of the plates.
"I'm sure we will, but if not, I'll make him bring me back." I grin. "Can you eat with me?"
"Are you sure? I was only intendin' to drop it off."
"Please, stay. I'd love to hear more about you and Warren, the resort, and your job."
"Okay, sure." She smiles. "But truthfully, I'm supposed to be gettin' information about you so I can tell the others about Wilder's mysterious new wife."
"Oh God..." I groan, chuckling. "It's a long story."
The corner of her lips curve up. "All the best ones are."
Maisie and I are curled up on the couch with wine glasses by the time Wilder walks in. He peeks into the living room and shakes his head when he sees she's still here.
"You were supposed to drop it off, remember?"
"She invited me," Maisie defends.
"What's wrong with her stayin' and keepin' me company?" I ask.
Wilder kicks off his boots and walks over. "Because I know Maisie has endless embarrassin’ stories about me to tell."
"You mean like the time you ziplined through the resort buck-ass naked?"
He points at her. "That's the one."
"I didn't realize y'all knew each other as teens too," I say to Wilder. "You left that little part out, didn't ya?"
"Because I knew she had too much dirt on me."
"I really enjoyed the one where you bellyflopped off a cliff and smacked the water so hard, your entire chest was bruised for a month."
"Hey, that's better than the time I got drunk and jumped off a twenty-foot quarry. Landen and Tripp had to give me CPR."
"That does not make me feel better, actually." I roll my eyes. "No more cliff divin' for you."
"All the locals knew that when the Hollis siblings came over the summer, there was gonna be trouble. There was either one gettin' arrested or one being rushed to the ER."
I look at Wilder with a raised brow.
"Don't look at me like that. I wasn't the only one causin' trouble..."
"I'm pretty sure most of the rules set in place here were because of y'all," Maisie adds.
"Waylon never mentioned going while we dated. When did y'all stop comin’ here?"
"Uh..." Wilder scratches the back of his neck. "The year Landen's friend died during their spring break."
"I don't think Waylon told me about that..." I try to think back but it's been years. I'm pretty sure I would've remembered something like that, though.
"That's another long story," Wilder says, walking to the kitchen and then returning with a bottle of water moments later. "It involves Ellie's cousin, Angela."
"Oh..." Well now I need to know.
"There's leftovers in the microwave for ya if you're hungry," Maisie tells him, getting to her feet. "I should get home before Warren comes lookin' for me."
"Thank you again for bringin' me dinner." I stand and give her a hug.
"You're so welcome. I'm glad we got to chat for a bit."
"Me too. Hope we can do it again soon."
We exchanged numbers before Wilder showed up so we'll be able to text and keep in touch.
Maisie rounds the couch and stands in front of Wilder. "You picked a good one. Now, don't fuck it up." She gives his chest a little smack.
His smile widens when he flicks his gaze over to me. "Don't plan on it."
He walks her to the door, thanks her again, and then returns to the living room.
"How was your class?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him. "Did ya miss me?"
"Good and abso-fucking-lutely I did." He leans down and presses his lips to mine.
"I'll warm up your plate if you're hungry," I offer.
"Sure, but then I'd like my dessert in bed." He cups my ass and squeezes.
"Okay, but it's self-serve only."