Chapter 23
Four days later…
Melody
“This is crazy.” I can’t stop giggling. I’m in Arianna’s bedroom, holding my shoulders back so she and Reagan can zip up my dress. “Nobody gets married a week after going on their first date.”
“Some people do,” Reagan responds. “Well, I mean some people wait like two weeks, but hey, you’re an overachiever.”
Arianna’s laughing. “Leave it to Melody to outdo us. She just has to show off,” she teases.
Reagan adjusts my veil where it’s clipped on top of my fancy updo.
I never get my hair done. And I guess I didn’t really today either.
These four women, who are about to become my sisters, fixed it for me.
It’s so beautiful with long ringlets, all tamed to perfection.
“She’ll probably get pregnant tonight and then deliver before any of us just to beat us at that, too. ”
I keep grinning. “Let’s not get carried away. I’d rather not deliver a baby two months early just to win that race. Besides, I don’t know the first thing about babies. Maybe I’ll wait a few months to get pregnant so I have some time to watch all of you in action.”
“Ha.” Arianna shakes her head. “Have you suggested that idea to Brody?”
“No, but he loves me, right? He’ll let me wait a while if I ask nicely, right?” I’m half kidding, but I wonder what he would say if I suggested we use condoms tonight.
“Not a chance,” Reagan replies. “But record that conversation because I want to hear it later.”
The door opens, and we all turn around to see Emilia and Claire joining us. Claire is looking kind of pale. She really does suffer from morning sickness all day. I hate that for her.
The women surround me, touching up my makeup, moving my curls around, straightening out my dress, pampering me like no one ever has in my life. My own mother would have thought all this pomp and circumstance was frivolous and wasteful.
She’s not here, of course. She doesn’t even know I’m getting married today because I haven’t told her.
Or my dad. I talked to Brody about this a few days ago, explained to him the odd relationship I have with my parents and how their lives revolve around serving others.
Someday soon, I’ll tell them, but it will be easier to wait until it’s a done deal.
That way, they won’t have to come up with excuses or make up some reason why they simply couldn’t be here today.
They’ll be relieved to find out it’s done.
It’s okay. I love them. They love me in the best way they know how. But they love serving humanity more. I made peace with that years ago. I have my own life here in the States. And now I have more family than I ever dreamed of having.
The truth is, Brody fully understands. His father is abroad with his wife.
Brody knew they wouldn’t come. They didn’t come to Dallas’s wedding either.
Brody did call them last night to let them know, though.
After he and I talked about my parents, he liked the idea of waiting until it was too late for them to even consider coming. It alleviated some of the guilt.
We have everyone we need right here in the house.
Gretchen has been working for days preparing food for after the ceremony. Isabel has been here, too, helping her. I really like Isabel. She’s so full of life. I hope she sticks around, especially since she loves babies and children so much.
“Ready?” Emilia asks.
I take a deep breath. “I guess.”
“You probably want to be sure,” Claire teases. “This is a huge commitment. You aren’t just marrying one overbearing, bossy Wilde heir. You’re marrying into a whole family of them. It’s intense around here.”
I smile and give each of them a hug. I know it was fast, but somehow, I also know what I’m getting into, and I’m beyond excited.
My face hurts from smiling. I’m so happy. Everyone around me has congratulated us ten times. The ceremony was behind the mansion. It was beautiful. No one would know it was put together in three days.
Gretchen, Isabel, and several other recently added staff members outdid themselves. And they did it all with enthusiasm as if they were part of the family.
In a way they are.
Brody hasn’t stopped touching me from the moment I reached him under the arbor.
He grabbed my hands, grounded me, and never let me go.
From that moment forward, he has either had our fingers threaded together, his palm on the small of my back, or his arms wrapped around me.
The man even held me in his lap while we ate dinner and fed me from his plate.
I’d swoon, but then I might miss out on the rest of tonight’s activities, and I’m not about to risk that happening.
We’ve just finished feeding each other a bite of wedding cake when Brody leans over to whisper in my ear, “We’re done here, baby.”
I giggle. “Should we at least say goodnight?”
“Fuck no. That would cause us to get waylaid even longer. We’re just going to quietly slink away, head inside, and go up the back steps. Eventually, they’ll notice we’re gone.”
I bite my lower lip to hold back my laughter as Brody takes my hand, glances around conspiratorially, and then drags me over to the back door. Before I know it, we’re in the stairwell, and my husband is tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me upstairs.
“Brody!”
He swats my butt over the white dress. “Shhh. Don’t risk messing up our great escape.”
I stifle my laughter while he hurries toward our room. Soon we’re inside, finally alone, door locked. My husband sets me on my feet, but his hands roam up my body, and then he’s kissing me. Nope, devouring me. There’s desperation in our kiss, like we’re in a hurry.
I forget everything but the way his hands and lips feel. He’s still kissing me when he finds the zipper at the back of my dress and eases it all the way down. He releases my lips just long enough to lean back and pull my arms free of the sleeves. The dress falls to the floor, leaving me naked.
Brody growls low and deep when he glances down. “Fuck, baby. I didn’t know you had nothing else on.”
I step out of my heels and reach for the buttons on his white dress shirt. He toes off his shoes while tackling the cuffs and then lowering the zipper on his dress pants. It takes us four times longer to get him undressed than me, but finally, Brody’s naked, too.
And fuck me, he’s so beautiful. I’ve seen him naked a lot, but this is the first time he’s going to let me really touch him. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees, grasp his cock in one hand, and flick my tongue over the tip.
He tips his head back and growls. Not shockingly, he allows me to continue down this path for about fifteen seconds before grabbing under my arms, making me stand, and backing me up to the bed. “Such a naughty girl.”
“I call it deprived. I’ve gone a whole week without sex.” I push out my bottom lip in a giant fake pout.
He lifts his brows. “I was under the impression you’d actually gone twenty-eight years without sex.”
“That, too. But I didn’t care about it until a week ago.”
He smirks. “You’re about to care a whole lot more, baby.
” He lifts me and deposits me on the bed before climbing over me.
“First, I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream because I really like that sound.
Then I’m going to thrust my cock into you hard, fast, and deep.
It’s going to feel like too much, but you’ll adjust. I’ll wait until your body accepts me before I move. ”
“Maybe you should use a condom?” I suggest.
He snickers. “And why the fuck would I do that?”
“So we can spend more than one night together without me being pregnant?”
He eases himself down my body, pushes my legs apart, and brings his face to my pussy.
I’m already writhing without him touching me. Having his breath against my swollen sex is enough to drive me wild.
“No condoms, little pixie. Not only am I going to fill your cunt with my seed, but afterward I’m going to plug your pussy so none of my sperm can escape.”
I want to laugh at the absurdity of his statements, but I’m too horny to find this funny. It’s sexy when he talks like a caveman. My pussy clenches with every word. I want his come inside me, and I’m about to orgasm at the thought of him plugging my channel.
His mouth descends, and I reach my first orgasm so fast that the room is spinning. I cry out as waves of pleasure consume me. He hasn’t even entered me yet. I’m this worked up just from his lips on my clit.
My husband thrusts his tongue into me while I’m still pulsing against his mouth.
A deep moan rumbles out of me. He hasn’t entered me with anything, but it feels so good. It’s only been a week since I was permitted to fill my pussy when masturbating, but it seems like longer, as if my pussy has been dormant for years.
After lapping at my juices, he wipes his mouth on the sheet and crawls up my body. His lips come to mine, and he kisses me. My flavor is heady as he feeds it to me.
I’m aware of his cock lining up with my entrance.
This is it.
He’s going to make me his in every way. He’s going to fill me with his heart and soul…and probably his child.
I tip my hips, silently inviting him to take me.
His thrust is hard and fast and so deep. It takes my breath away. I’ve used a lot of different toys, but none of them were as large as him. I’m stretched farther than I imagined, every inch of my pussy gripping him.
After the momentary shock, I squirm. “Brody… Do it again.”
He growls against my lips before pulling partly out and driving his cock back in.
Damn. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life.
The man I met only a few weeks ago is now my husband. My world. The father of my future children. He’s everything.
“I’m going to come, baby. I can’t hold back. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I’m going to come, and then we’re going to rest for a few minutes before we do this again.” He grins, his smile against mine.
“Please,” I beg, gripping his cock with my channel. “Fuck me.”