Chapter 23
ELLIE
Trig joined me in the bathroom after my shower. I had a towel wrapped around me while blotting my hair with another. I looked at him through the slightly foggy mirror.
He leaned against the wall and eyed me.
“What?”
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. And all mine, Mrs. Wilder.”
I smiled.
I was married. To Trig. If I thought about it too much, I panicked a little. But he hadn’t given me much time to think at all.
“We gotta talk, sugar.”
My smile slipped. Here it was. He changed his mind.
“You don’t want me anymore?”
His eyes widened, then he came to me, pulled me into his arms. “Where the hell did you come up with that idea?”
I shrugged, my face pressed into his bare chest.
“My parents, I guess.”
“They weren’t interested in you, that’s their loss. I want you so fuckin’ much. That marriage license says I’m keeping you. That cum deep in your pussy says I’m definitely keeping you.”
His words soothed me so I sighed, wrapped my arms around him and held on.
“You believe me?” he prodded.
I nodded rubbing my nose against his warm skin. “Yeah.”
“Good girl.” He sighed. “Colt called. He has an idea of why Trout’s been after you.”
“Money, I know.”
I nodded. “Yeah. You’re the only Mann heir, so being married to you means he’ll get the ranch someday with only a little downpayment.”
My eyes bugged out of my head. “My–That’s ridiculous. You think my father would ever leave his ranch to me ? I haven’t seen him in years.”
He shrugged. “Maybe his will says it all goes to the animal shelter. Who knows? Trout might be an asshole, but he’s a shrewd one. He wanted you for a reason.”
“Yeah, all the perverted, creepy shit he told me he was going to do to me once we were married.”
Trig looked ready to kill. With gritted teeth, he said, “He’s not touching you. Ever.”
I nodded. “I know. I feel safe with you.” And the things Trig and I did, God, they were probably illegal in some states, but I loved it all. Unlike what Trout had planned. It was a lot to process. I blinked, stared at Trig’s sturdy chest.
“You okay?” His concerned eyes roved over my face.
“I’m just… surprised. And to be honest, still a little scared of Mr. Trout.”
He cupped my cheeks. Leaned in and kissed my forehead. “You don’t have to be scared of him. Colt and I have a plan and we’re takin’ that fucker down.”
“For what? Being an asshole?”
“We think he might come after me.”
“What?” I almost shouted, panic flooding my veins with adrenaline.
“I took you away from him. Now he can’t get the ranch.”
“But–”
His thumbs brushed back and forth. “I said I’d take care of him, right?”
I nodded.
“Then be my good girl and spend the day with Ma and Pops while we get this done.”
I frowned, still nervous. When an alpha guy like Trig said get this done it could mean anything. I truly wouldn’t put it past him to kill Mr. Trout. “What… what are you going to do?”
He shook his head. “Nothin’ for you to worry about. I promise.”
He wasn’t going to tell me. For once, I didn’t have to solve everything on my own. In fact, I didn’t have to solve this one at all. It was reassuring to know that Trig would take care of it. Of Mr. Trout.
“That’s what you want?” I wondered, cocking my head to the side.
“Yes, sugar. I want to know you’re safe so I can focus.”
“Okay. I don’t want him between us anymore.”
He hooked his finger into the knot in the towel and tugged, the discussion over. “I don’t want this between us anymore.”
I felt the cool air on my damp skin and my nipples hardened. He was going to take care of Mr. Trout for me. I was going to be bold and thank him. I worked at his jeans–thankfully they weren’t even zippered–and pushed them down his slim hips.
“What are you doin’, sugar?”
I looked up at him and dropped to my knees on the bathmat. His dick was right there, long and thick, bobbing. We’d had sex enough where I lost count, but I’d never seen it this close up before. And I’d never been about to put it down my throat. I licked my lips with the eagerness to taste.
“I’m being a good girl and taking my husband’s cock in my mouth for the first time.”
His gaze heated. His dick lengthened impossibly further. His hand reached around and cupped the back of my neck and said, “Open up, sugar.”
And I did.