Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Wilder
" O oh, Mrs. Hollis..." I call out, removing my shirt and kicking off my boots.
After the day I've had, I've been anxious to get back home and to my wife.
"In here!" she shouts from the spare room.
She must be organizing it again. Ever since she moved in the rest of her stuff three weeks ago, she's been going through what to keep and what to get rid of.
Unbuttoning my jeans next, I slide them off until I'm left in my boxer briefs. I'm hoping to convince her to take a shower with me so we don't waste any time before we have to go to her mom's house for Saturday dinner and game night.
It'll be the first one I'm going to since I finished my hours at the shelter. I did the bulk of them over the holiday week and then did my final five hours last Sunday. Even though Miss Tierney signed off on them, I still vowed to come one weekend a month. Delilah signed on to come with me so she can help, too.
"Time to get naked, baby. We've got thirty minutes, and I wanna spend twenty-five of those inside y—" I freeze when I walk into the room and find Amelia looking horrified.
"Wilder!" Delilah rushes toward me, quickly pushing me out into the hallway.
"I didn't know she was here!" I defend.
Her car's in the driveway, but it always is now that she moved in next door. She's been working here since the beginning of the month, but between our work schedules and everything else I have going on, I don't get to talk to her as much as Delilah does. But I do get to see her and Sam almost every day when I'm on my lunch break and he's at The Lodge eating with his mom.
"Yeah, well now she's seen all of you." She pushes against my chest. "Get in the shower so we're not late."
"I was hopin' you'd join me..." I waggle my brows.
"I'm dressed and ready." She waves a hand down her body and my gaze follows, appreciating how good she looks. "I have a box of clothes I’m donatin’ to the shelter but wanted to see if Amelia was interested in any of them first."
"That would've been nice to know about sixty seconds ago."
"Don't worry, I didn't see your thing !" Amelia calls out and Delilah's face reddens.
"Please go," Delilah says defeated.
"Can I steal a kiss first?"
"Fine, but just one," she teases, puckering her lips.
I lean down and press my lips to hers, then steal a few extra kisses.
"Now hurry up."
Showering alone is now my least favorite activity when I've gotten used to having my wife in here with me. We've formed our own little routine in just the past few weeks, and I'm even more addicted to her than I was in Vegas.
Some might say it's a sickness.
But if so, then I never want to be cured.
"Is the coast clear?" I shout, poking my head through the bathroom door before I walk out in only a towel.
"Yes, casanova. You have fifteen minutes," she singsongs from the living room.
"If it only takes me five to get dressed, can I use the other ten devourin' you?"
"Ew, I heard that!"
What the fuck?
"I thought you said Amelia wasn't here?" I rush toward the bedroom.
"She's not."
"But your sister-in-law is!" Harlow taunts.
"Jesus Christ."
"Don't worry, you don't have anythin' I haven't seen on your brother."
"Gross, Harlow!" Delilah scolds, but she laughs with her.
Delilah enters the bedroom as I finish getting dressed.
"We're carpoolin' with them, so we're just waitin' on Waylon to finish showerin' and then we'll go."
"Now has never been a better time to build our own house," I deadpan. "If it's not Amelia or Harlow I'm flashin', it's Mattie and Raven."
Raven moved into Delilah's old apartment a couple weeks ago since Wesley's been MIA. Sheriff's been on the lookout for him, but no one's seen him. That either means he took off to start over somewhere else or he's hidin' out. And if he's hidin' out, he eventually has to resurface.
But Mattie reassured everyone she's keeping an eye on her. Raven's job allows her to work from home but since Mattie took on more hours at Lacey's, she invested in a good security system for when she's not home.
However, when they're not working, they're in my living room having girl's nights and watching movies.
"You shoulda known livin' with a girl came with her havin' girlfriends." Her adorable smirk makes it impossible to be mad.
"Mm-hmm." I capture her waist and press her body to mine. "As long as I get to fall asleep with you next to me and wake up with you in my arms, I'll live with it."
"Well ain't that the sweetest thing I've ever heard."
"I think I've said sweeter things...usually when your mouth?—"
"Stop," she blurts. "We don't have time for that and you'll only work yourself up by talkin' about it."
"How do you even know what I was gonna say?"
"Because you're my husband, and I know you."
I tip up her chin, inching my mouth closer to hers. "Now if anythin' was gonna make me horny, it's hearin' you call me that."
"Uno!" Harlow bellows out.
"Who taught you how to play this game?" Delilah pouts with her fan of cards taking up both hands.
"I've been practicin' with Willow and Poppy." She beams.
It's a running joke that their parents let Harlow win as a child so she never learned strategy or how to follow the game rules. Looks like she's finally figured it out.
"Aren't they like three?" I ask.
"Three-and-a-half, and they're actually quite good."
Delilah snorts, putting down her next card. "Well, now you can pick four."
"Y'all gangin' up on me ain't cute or good sportsmanship." Harlow reluctantly grabs her cards.
"Don't worry, baby. You're always a winner in my book," Waylon tells her, grinning. Even he knows she's not going to take the bait.
Mrs. Fanning stays quiet, but she's been smiling all night. With the one year anniversary of her husband's death coming up at the end of the month, I worried she'd be spiraling or more upset, but she genuinely seems okay. Either that or she's even better at faking it than I give her credit for.
Delilah on the other hand has been putting her extra energy into decorating the apartment—since apparently it "lacked charm and homey vibes"—and cleaning every square inch. Considering her go to strategy was wallowing in bed when she felt heavy sadness, I call it a win.
But I've already made plans that day so it can hopefully be remembered as a day of happiness instead.
"Uno," Mrs. Fanning says, surprising all of us because she's been on the quiet side tonight.
"How'd you get rid of all your cards?" Delilah gasps.
Mrs. Fanning shrugs with a secret grin on her face.
When it's my turn, I debate putting down a pick four color change card or a yellow one, which is the same color she needs to win. Since she's right next to me and she hasn't exactly been great at concealing her hand, I can see them.
Deciding that the faster this game ends, the faster I can take my wife home, I set down the yellow card.
Mrs. Fanning smirks over at me, as if she knew I looked, and puts hers on top.
"Noooo! I was so close!" Harlow pouts, slapping her cards on the table.
"And that's a wrap." I snicker, wrapping my arm around Delilah and pulling her closer. "Can we go home now? I want your pussy straddlin' my face within the next twenty minutes," I whisper in her ear.
"God, get a room," Harlow grumbles. "The newlywed stage is over."
"Speak for yourself," I mock.
"Do I need to remind you what I walked in on with you two?" Delilah scolds, raising a brow.
"One time!" Harlow throws up her arms. "And I live underneath you so don't even pretend y'all are innocent."
Standing, I pick up my empty glass of sweet tea and round the table to take it into the kitchen. "In that case, I'm gonna have her screamin' extra loud tonight."
"Stop holdin' back...I know you can be louder than that."
We barely made it through the front door before I hauled her up and carried her into our room. The moment she was fully naked, I spread her out on the bed and feasted between her legs.
"Wilder...I don't want them to hear me," she whisper-hisses.
That sounds like a challenge to me.
I flatten my tongue and slide up her slit before sucking on her clit. With two fingers inside her pussy, I edge her closer and closer to the ledge, but then abruptly stop before continuing my delicious torture.
"Wilder, I swear to God..." she hisses, pulling on my hair.
"Are you ready to scream for me, then?"
"Can I muffle it with a pillow?"
"Hell no. I want the people in the town over to hear you."
"That's not gonna happen, but they will hear you scream when I cut off your tongue for not finishin' the job."
"Don't even try to insult me."
I hook my fingers in deeper and smile in satisfaction when she gasps.
"I guess it's time for my plan B."
Propping one of her ankles up on my shoulder, I spread her legs further apart, and twist my wrist until I hit her sweet spot.
"Holy fuck." She arches her back, but I know she'll be saying a lot more than that in a few minutes.
I adjust my angle just a bit and then thrust my fingers in and out of her at rapid speed.
"Wilder, oh—" She fists the blankets as she tries to hold on but when her body explodes, squirting all over my hand, she's unable to hold back. "Ohh my G-God."
She throws her head back and the sweetest moan releases from her throat.
"That's my good fuckin' girl."
I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them, tasting her on my tongue.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"I know your body better than you do, baby."
"No, that was some witchcraft hocus pocus shit. That's never happened before, like ever." She sits up on her elbows, still trying to catch her breath. "I think I made a mess on the bed."
I release her leg, slowly putting it back down so I can crawl up her body. "You did, which means I get to clean you off in the shower where I'll fuck you against the wall until you're squirtin' all over me again."
"You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Hollis," she taunts, her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink.
"That mouth is only for you, Mrs. Hollis." I wink, brushing my lips against hers.
"Forever?"
For-fucking-ever, Delly."