Chapter 15
Brody
“I still can’t believe you made me come so hard that everyone in your family had to have heard me,” Melody says the next morning after spitting out her toothpaste.
We went back to her place last night and slept here. I’m standing next to her at the sink because I’m serious about us not having boundaries. I never imagined meeting a woman I’d want to spend this much time with, but now I have.
I haven’t been apart from Melody for more than a few minutes since Saturday afternoon. Not even forty-eight hours. It seems like we’ve known each other for months.
For certain, I know more about her than any woman I’ve ever dated. Inside and out.
After rinsing my mouth, I grab her around the waist and lift her off the floor. This is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do: catch her off guard and bring her up to my eye level, pressing her body against mine.
I kiss her all over her face. “Little pixie, no one in that mansion would judge you. I’ve heard every single one of those women scream in ecstasy a number of times. There aren’t many secrets in those walls. Hell, no one can even hide a pregnancy for five minutes. We’re a close-knit family.”
She rolls her eyes. “So embarrassing. Then you made me join them in the library. I thought I would die.”
I chuckle as I carry her into her bedroom. “You lived.”
“Barely,” she grumbles. “Next time you’re going to maul me, maybe shut the door first.”
“We’ll see,” I tease, letting her slide down my body. “Do you have any other cute dresses you can wear for our trip into the city?”
She’s only wearing her white cotton panties so far because I insisted on seeing her in them. But we’re going to leave in a few minutes.
I watch her fucking hot body as she strolls over to the closet. “I’m going to run out soon. I’ve worn more dresses this week than I’ve worn in four years.”
“Two?” I laugh. “Today will make three.”
She shrugs. “Why would I wear a dress when I have no one to impress?”
“Well, now you do. Though I’m sure I’ll think you’re smoking hot in anything you put on. But I really like it when you have on a short skirt so I can reach under it to touch your pussy through your wet panties.”
“You’re so dirty, Mr. Wilde.”
“Just following your lead, filthy girl.” I step around her and pluck a dress off its hanger. I only choose it because it’s short. When I hold it out, I know it’s a good choice. “Arms up, little pixie.”
She obediently lifts her hands and lets me dress her. I haven’t seen her in a bra yet. She doesn’t really need one. Her tits are amazing, pert, high, and tight. She would only need a bra if she were wearing a white tank top or something that would cause everyone to stare at her nipples.
She’s sexy as fuck, but I’m not interested in sharing her hard little buds with other people.
Taking a step back, I look at her. “Love this one.”
She glances down. “I’ve never worn it before.” It’s pale pink, making her look even more innocent than she is. The bodice is fitted around her chest, the stretchy, puckered material cupping her breasts perfectly while also concealing her nipples.
I know where the little points are, though, and I reach out and tweak them. “What did you call this elastic stuff?”
“Smocking.”
“I like it.”
“You like that I’m not wearing a bra.”
“That’s true. I also like that no one will know that but me.
” I set a finger on her cleavage between her breasts and slowly drag the front of the stretchy material down until her nipples pop free.
Lowering my voice, I say, “I really like knowing that I can do this.” I bend forward and kiss one and then the other.
“So dirty,” she says again.
After arranging her tits back under the smocking, I turn to grab jeans and a polo out of the bag of clothes I brought back with us last night. “Tonight, we’re packing some of your things and staying in our room in the mansion,” I announce.
“That’s not practical, Brody. I need to work. I like to start early. My office is set up for maximum productivity.”
“The staff is moving furniture today to prepare the room you chose for us. I’ll have them clean the room next to it also. You can use it as an office for now. Maybe I should claim the room on the other side as well.”
“For your office?” she asks as she slips into a pair of white sandals.
“Nope. A nursery.”
She giggles. “You’re such a neanderthal. We don’t need a nursery yet.” She strolls toward me and flattens her hands on my chest. “Does this mean you’re planning to stay in Wilde?”
I thread my hands in the back of her wild curls and tip her head back. I stare into her eyes. The truth is, she caught me off guard. I don’t know what possessed me to decide to claim a nursery. When did that become an option?
“I’ll be honest. I don’t know, baby,” I whisper. “Suddenly, I had a vision of a nursery next to that bedroom as if it were real. Maybe my mind is shifting.”
What the fuck am I thinking? I have a business to run. I left San Antonio with every intention of returning in a few months. I left competent people in charge. They’ve hardly needed my input, but forever?
She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. “I like your shifting mind.”
As she turns to slink out of the bedroom, I find myself grinning. My new job is to please my woman. If it makes her happy to move into the mansion, then I need to find a way to make that a reality and count my blessings.
So many people. Sheesh. There are already seven people living there. Cousins I’d barely seen in a decade, my brother, all their wives, and my sister… I’m used to living alone. But so is Melody. Apparently, our days of solitude are over.
After I finish dressing, I find my girl in the kitchen.
We’ve already eaten breakfast, but she’s putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.
I stand in the doorway and watch. As cute as she is being all domestic, I’m eager to change her life so that she no longer needs to clean a kitchen.
Lord knows I have enough money to make that happen without needing the mansion’s staff.
I assume she does, too. But I want to see her sitting in that breakfast nook with Claire, Reagan, and Arianna.
I picture them huddled together, all of them pregnant, their round bellies stretching the fronts of their dresses. They’re laughing as they gossip about their husbands behind our backs. They think we don’t know their secrets, but we do. We know everything.
In my imagination, my sister is with them.
She’s pregnant, too. It’s kind of jarring.
Who is Emilia’s husband? She just graduated from college.
She only came to Wilde to see what all the hype was about.
She’s happy here, though. I can tell. She’s the same age as all the wives, and she fits in with them.
Will she marry someone from town? Who else would she meet?
Haden…
I nearly stumble backward as I envision the two of them together. It’s not unreasonable. They’ve met each other many times. She’s been coming to San Antonio for the holidays since she was eighteen and our parents left the country.
I’ve never once thought about my sister with Haden. She’s twenty-two. He’s forty. But who am I to judge? I’m almost that much older than Melody and I don’t give a single fuck about our age difference. She’s it for me.
I try to shake the odd vision from my head.
But it’s ingrained now, almost like foreshadowing.
I’ve never known Haden to have an interest in my sister or vice versa.
I have no idea why I would play this mental matchmaking game.
Emilia is my sister. She doesn’t need to get involved with one of my employees.
Granted, Haden isn’t just an employee. He’s a friend.
We’ve been friends for years. He’s a good guy.
And Emilia… Even though she’s my sister, I feel like I don’t know her well. When she has stayed with me during breaks from the university, we’re always busy. She’s feisty. Probably a handful. I’ve never known her to have a boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t dated men I’m not aware of.
Haden is a solid guy. Serious. Dedicated to his work. Maybe he’s the sort of man who would be good for my sister. But why the hell am I pondering this?
Suddenly, the lights go out, yanking me out of my musing. Melody twists around. “What the fuck?”
“Such a potty mouth,” I tease. It’s so incongruent to me when she cusses like that. She’s the picture of purity and innocence, so I’m startled every time she drops an F-bomb. It’s hilarious.
“Why would the power go out?” she asks rhetorically.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ll make some calls.
” I grab my phone from the kitchen table and head into the living room to drop onto the couch.
I know people in town since my job is to renovate a lot of the buildings.
I start with the sheriff’s office, thinking maybe a chunk of town is out, but Sheriff Johnston’s secretary, Tonya, tells me they have power and haven’t gotten any calls from anyone else yet.
I call the electrician I’ve been working with. He hasn’t heard of anything either. Dallas says the power is on at the mansion. After three more calls, I return to the electrician, who says he will look into it while we’re in the city.
Melody emerges from her office. “Good thing I have a great backup generator. I shut everything down, but it will maintain the internet and keep my computer charging. So weird…”
I meet her at the door. “I’m sure they’ll get it up and running while we’re in the city.”
“Do you think I should worry about the fridge?”
“Nothing we can do about it.”
She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “We can’t even set the alarm. I only have my office plugged into that generator.”
I pull her into my arms and tip her chin up. “We’ll lock the door, baby, but the only thing in this house I care about is you. You won’t be here. You’ll be safe with me.”
“I guess you’re right. Even if someone breaks in, I don’t have anything of much value here. My work is saved in the cloud. My computer is password protected. If someone took it, they wouldn’t be able to open it.”
I kiss her. “I’m sure there’s no need to worry. This isn’t the sort of town with a high crime rate. A tree probably fell on the lines somewhere.” I open the door and guide her to my truck with a hand on the small of her back.
“Shoot. My car.” She turns to look at me.
“Already called Winston’s. He’s sending a tow truck this morning.” As soon as I lift her into the cab of my truck, she grabs the front of my shirt and drags my lips to hers. “Do you always think of everything?”
“I try.” I’m so fucking happy as I round to my side of the truck that I’m grinning. It’s not going away. I’m going to be smiling like this for fifty years.
“Ready to get some sex toys?” I ask, fastening my seatbelt.
She giggles. “You say that so casually like we’re heading to the grocery store. Do we need eggs and milk, honey?”
I grab her hand, laughing. “How about restraints that go under the mattress and maybe a paddle?”
Fuck, I’m a lucky man.