Chapter 43
WREN
I kiss along Darcy’s shoulder, pressing my front to his back while he sleeps.
“You waking me up for round … math I can’t even do?”
I chuckle against his skin. “I’m worried that a CEO can’t do basic counting.”
Darcy pushes against me, my hard cock lining up with his ass. “It’s not my fault. You’ve fucked me brainless.” He reaches behind him and wraps his hand around my cock, guiding it to his used and still-slick hole.
“Seems like you’re not done being fucked brainless.” I press inside him slowly.
My husband.
In our marital bed.
I was totally right. Wedding night sex is the best. Though, I guess technically, it’s the morning after now. It’s been a night of sex, hydrate, sleep, and repeat.
Darcy lifts his top arm to grab the back of my head. “I swear my hole will be destroyed after being married to you for twelve hours.”
“That’s the plan.” I give a hard thrust, and Darcy grunts.
“I’m not complaining. I love the feel of you inside me. Owning me …” He turns his head so he can see me. “Loving me.”
“Good. Because I plan to do it for the rest of our lives.”
Darcy closes his eyes. “Keep saying stuff like that.”
“Forever,” I murmur. “No matter what.”
He swallows hard. “Keep going.”
“Company or no company. Money or no money. I love you for you. For the person you are. Not for what you do or how you were raised.”
Darcy shudders in my arms, trembling in the most glorious of ways.
“You have a big heart, and I’m more than honored that you decided to give it to me. You chose me above all else, and I will always choose you.”
“Fuck, Wren. How did I deserve you? I stole your life. I?—”
I don’t stop fucking him, but I do put my hand over his mouth. “It’s a life I never would’ve wanted. You do. And I want to give it to you.”
He holds out his left hand in front of him, where the platinum wedding band sits. “Maybe falling for you is my karmic justice. I built the life I stole, and with one simple act, that life could crumble.”
I pull out of him and roll him on his back so I can climb on top of him. Our hard cocks press against each other, but we need this time out for a second. “Are we already that married couple? Wow. Didn’t think it would be this soon where we’re so distracted by our outside lives that it affects sex.”
“I don’t recall asking you to stop.”
“No, you were just wondering aloud if our marriage will destroy your life.”
Darcy shakes his head. “The only thing that could destroy my life is losing you, and if I have to sacrifice MediaCorp to keep you, I’ll do it.”
“I’m not going to let that happen.” I kiss the tip of his nose and then rise up on my knees, pulling his legs over my hips. “Now, let me pull one more orgasm out of you before we have to get up and get to work with our business partners.”
“Partners.” Darcy smiles. “I never thought I’d see the day where I thought of my brothers like that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure there was a day you never thought you’d be in bed with one?—”
“Do not finish that sentence.”
I laugh. “Still too soon to joke about it?”
“It will always be too soon. Besides, I’m sure the public is going to do enough joking and ridiculing for the both of us. For an entire lifetime.”
“Let them. We can handle it.”
His gray eyes meet mine. “We can handle anything.”
With the serious talk over, I get back to some serious fucking. We’re both running on little sleep—though Darcy is used to it—and we’re both spent, physically and mentally, so this time, when I push inside him, I do it with a purpose.
Not only to feel his ass pulse around my cock, to take every inch and get lost in his body, but to make sure he knows how much I love him. Show him how I’ll take care of him. For now. For the future. Forever.
* * *
“Of course she’s late,” Toby says, lifting his hand to our waiter to order another round of drinks. He should really slow it down, considering the four of us are about to not only face their mother but going into a shareholders’ meeting right afterward.
“Lucky we don’t have anywhere to be or anything,” Junior adds. “Oh, wait.”
Darcy leans forward at the large restaurant table. “I know how to handle Mother, and trust me, the less time she has to fight us on our decisions, the less time she has to try to change our minds or flat out sabotage the mission.”
“You make her sound like a Bond villain,” Tobias says.
And hey, in my mind, she’s not far off it.
“Yeah, well, you haven’t seen her at peak Mother-knows-best mode,” Junior says. “I hadn’t either until Father passed.”
Junior and I have more in common than I thought.
For a mother to put that much pressure on her children, to want to hold on to wealth between two clutching hands while kicking out anyone else deserving …
I can’t respect someone like that. But she is my mother-in-law now, so I’m going to have to try to be civil.
After all, we are ambushing her. I can be nice.
Even though we’ve taken days to organize and plan this impromptu, last-minute shareholders’ meeting, Fiona only found out with the rest of the shareholders.
She glides inside the restaurant, making her way over to our private table. She’s in oversized sunglasses and a trench coat like she’s incognito or some shit.
Like the good little boys my brothers are, they all stand and greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I give her a curt nod. She doesn’t acknowledge my existence.
“What is happening with the company? Why have you called for a shareholders’ meeting?”
“We’ve made some decisions,” Darcy says. “Some … rearranging, if you will.”
Oh, she finally gives me her attention. Sure, it’s in the form of a glare, but that’s to be expected.
“When were you going to tell me that Darcy isn’t a Ritcherson?” Tobias asks.
I can’t help it. I have to correct him. “ Wasn’t a Ritcherson. He is now.” I put my arm around Darcy and lay my left hand on his on top of the table.
Then, all of my energy goes into trying not to laugh at her reaction. For a moment, I swear she turns into a dragon with how wide her nostrils flare.
Darcy turns to me. “Really? I thought I could take the last name Porter.”
Okay, now we’re playing with fire.
“What did you do?” Fiona asks. “How could you throw everything away for him?”
“How could you keep him a secret for thirty years?” Junior counters. “Not only that, but put your bastard son in his place?”
“Hey,” Darcy whines.
Junior smirks in his direction.
“Everything I have done, I have done for you boys. For all three of you.” Here come her crocodile tears.
“That’s the thing, Mother,” Toby says. “There are four of us.”
“Your father and I both had to make sacrifices for MediaCorp. For the Ritcherson legacy.”
“Don’t start with that family guilt rhetoric. You’ve done it my entire life,” Darcy says. “And the first sign of doubt, you moved on to your next son. What you did was solely for yourself.”
“And if I hadn’t done it, you and I would have been broke,” she hisses.
Darcy scoffs. “Your family had its own money?—”
“They would have disowned me for having a child with your biological father. He was a no one.” She glares at me. “Someone below our station.”
“You don’t think I looked up who my real father was when you told me?” Darcy asks. “I was fourteen. My father was upper-middle class, but that wasn’t good enough for you.”
“It shouldn’t be good enough for you either. I gave you the world, and this is how you repay me? This is how all three of you repay me?”
And I’m back to being invisible.
She turns to Toby and Junior. “You two can’t seriously be okay with this.”
“I dunno. You made it clear to us that we weren’t to treat Wren like a brother, so neither of us did,” Tobias says. “I mean, Darcy took it to a whole other level, but he’s allowed to.”
“You’re all about to ruin everything. The company is going to implode.”
“About that,” Darcy says. “There have been some other developments.”
“What? You’ve sold the company and are walking away?” Hooboy, if that’s the worst she thinks we can do, she’s not far off.
“Close,” Darcy continues. “We’re dividing the company into three sectors, each piece of the pie going to one of the rightful heirs to the Ritcherson fortune.”
“You can’t,” she whispers. “This isn’t what your father wanted.”
“You’re right. It’s not.” Darcy squeezes my hand. “Because everything Father did, he did because of obligation, and my whole life, you and he have been raising me to do the same, but if I know Warren Ritcherson as well as I think I do, and after everything Wren has told me?—”
“You’d believe him over your own father?” she gasps.
“That’s the thing. In Father’s last days, I had a lot of talks with him about regret.
He doesn’t regret you, Mom, but he does regret not following his heart.
Not taking Wren in from when he was a baby.
He wanted us to be a family. All of us. But he chose obligation instead.
I’m not making the same mistake he did. I’m choosing Wren. My husband .”
“You can’t do this.” She’s pleading now.
“We can,” Darcy says. “And you can either present a united front at the shareholders’ meeting or be painted as the villain in our story.
The reason why the world believed I was a Ritcherson for my whole life and why they never knew about Wren until Father’s death.
This could be painted as a known family secret the whole time or something you kept from us until recently. ”
“You’re … blackmailing me into giving you permission to marry your own brother?—”
“Not brother,” Toby says.
And if someone had told me at Warren Ritcherson’s funeral that Tobias would become my closest ally, I would’ve laughed.
“I’m going to put a stop to this.” She stands. “I’m going to see about an annulment or fraud charges or?—”
Darcy stands too. “I’m sorry you feel that way.
I don’t want to slander you in the press, Mother, but you’re not leaving us any choice.
MediaCorp was left to me, and with the knowledge that I’m not the rightful heir, it goes to Wren.
Your fortune is tied up in MediaCorp. So if you’re not with us on this, you’re against us.
And if the media sees the rift between us, they’ll see cracks in our stability. ”
Just when I think she’s going to relent, she picks up her purse and heads for the door.
Tobias starts a slow clap. “She was on form today. And the Oscar goes to …”
Darcy turns to me. “We need to get to those shareholders before she does.”
We all stand.
Time to let this shit out of the bag.