Chapter 22
Arianna
I wake up with a start. It’s light outside. I’m confused for a moment before I realize it’s my wedding day.
Dallas comes out of the bathroom. I’m sure he heard me gasp awake. He smiles. “Hey, baby. I hope I didn’t disturb you. I tried to be quiet. You were sleeping so soundly.”
He comes to the bed, climbs up, straddles me over the covers, and leans down to kiss me. “Good morning. Tomorrow, I will call you my wife when you wake up.”
I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. I can’t believe I’m getting married today. I giggle when I release him.
“What’s so funny?” He’s grinning.
I shrug. “It’s just that you’re so old-fashioned about sex before marriage. I can’t believe you’re letting me see you before the wedding.”
He bends his elbows to kiss me again. “I’m not old-fashioned about sex before marriage. I just wasn’t willing to have sex with you before you say I do .”
“And why is that?” I ask as I run my hands up and down his biceps.
“Leverage.”
I start laughing. I know he’s kidding, but either way, it worked.
In a few hours, I’m marrying a man nearly twice my age, and I’m a virgin.
Insanity. I slide my hands to his chest and toy with the sprinkling of hair.
“What if I’m not good in bed? You won’t even be able to get out of this after you’ve signed the paperwork,” I tease.
Dallas lowers his face to my breast, sucks in a nipple, and playfully bites down on it before releasing the swollen bud. “There is no getting out of this for either of us, Arianna. This is forever.”
I lick my lips. “You divorced your first wife,” I murmur. I haven’t put much thought into his first marriage, but the reality is he was married, and he did get divorced.
Dallas drops his body weight over me, pinning me under the covers before he cups my face and holds my gaze.
“Arianna Blythe. You are my world. Before you, there was no light. I thought I loved my first wife, but I didn’t know what love was.
Now, I do. I’ve said and done things with you I never did with her, and I’ve only known you two weeks.
With Beth, I never felt one-tenth of the way I do with you.
I never even considered having a child with her. With you, I want a dozen.”
I cringe. “Two. And not in a row,” I say to torment him.
I’ll never win any battle with him, and certainly not when it comes to him putting his cock in me.
All he’ll ever have to do is kiss my neck and I’ll spread my legs and let him have unprotected sex with me.
Any thought of postponing pregnancy is never going to fly, not even in between kids.
Dallas climbs off me, stands next to the bed, pulls the covers down, and drags me sideways on the mattress. Before I can gasp, he bends my knees and pushes my thighs wide. A second later, his mouth is on my sex.
I fist the sheets at my sides and moan.
He sucks hard and fast, driving me to the edge before I can form another thought. Suddenly, he releases me and lifts his head. “You’ll never be able to deny me this pussy,” he jokes.
His mouth is back on me, his tongue teasing my entrance. He’s never even slid his tongue into me, let alone his fingers.
I’m on the edge again, bucking against him in seconds.
Dallas—the master of manipulation—releases me again. “Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit. “How many babies are we going to have?” His voice is half serious, half teasing.
I groan.
He laves at my folds, captures my clit between his teeth, and flicks it.
I cry out when he releases it yet again. “Dallas…”
“How many babies are we having, Arianna?”
I roll my eyes. I’m trembling, consumed by need. “As many as you can fill me with,” I concede.
“That’s my good girl.” This time when his mouth descends, he suckles my clit until I come. Thank God.
I’m panting and sated as he wipes his lips on the sheets and grins at me. “Do you think your legs will hold you up so we can take a shower?”
I’m kind of surprised when Dallas consents to me having our room to myself a few hours later to get ready without him pawing at me. The ceremony is at two, and it’s only eleven, so I’m suspicious.
I should have known better than to think it was that simple, though. The man couldn’t leave me alone. He never leaves me unattended. So I’m chuckling less than ten minutes later when there’s a knock at the door.
When I open it, I’m surprised to find three women standing in the hallway.
Claire being there isn’t a shocker, but Reagan has returned from her honeymoon, and the last woman must be Emilia, Dallas and Brody’s sister.
She looks like them, and she has Dallas’s same thick dark hair. Hers is almost to her waist, though.
I step back and invite them in.
“Surprise,” Claire announces as she skips into the room. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to convince Dallas to let you have girl time for a few hours before the wedding?”
I giggle. “I can imagine.”
I’ve known Reagan since I moved to Wilde, but I don’t know her as well as Claire yet because she hasn’t been here for Dallas and my whirlwind romance. She leans in to hug me. “Welcome to the family.”
Emilia hugs me next before leaning back, holding my biceps. “You’re just as pretty as Dallas told me.”
I blush. “Thank you. You’re stunning. You look more like Dallas than Brody.”
She scrunches her nose.
I giggle. “Except for the chest hair, muscles, and large masculine physique.”
“My tits are better than theirs, too,” she jokes.
“Well, that. Yes.”
“We’re here to help you get ready,” Claire says.
“And to gossip,” Reagan adds.
My robe has slipped, and I pull it back into place and nod toward the bed. “We have plenty of time.” I glance at Emilia. “I want all the juicy details on Dallas’s life.” I climb onto the bed with the other three, and we sit in a circle, legs crisscrossed.
Warmth spreads through me. This is the closest I’ve had to a family in ten years. Well, Meredith was like a mother to me, but I haven’t seen her since leaving when I was eighteen. We still keep in touch, but it’s hard because I’m living under an assumed name now.
These three women will be my sisters in a few hours. I love Claire. I know I like Reagan. I can tell I’m going to bond with Emilia, too.
Emilia sighs. “Unfortunately, I don’t know many juicy details about my brothers.
They were adults and out of the house before I was born.
I can tell you that I’ve never seen a bigger smile on Dallas’s face than the one I saw when I stepped through the front door a few minutes ago. He never lit up like that with Beth.”
Claire nods. “He’s smitten.”
Emilia glances around at all of us. “How is it possible that all three of you met and married a Wilde in less than two weeks each?”
Reagan shrugs. “There’s something in the water here, I tell you. Be careful. Once you step foot in this odd mansion, it won’t release you.”
Emilia shudders. “I’ll admit I was thinking about staying. At least for a while. I just graduated. I don’t have any solid plans yet, so I figured, what the hell? Why not heed the call and join my brothers and cousins.”
Claire laughs. “Oh, you’re so stuck now.” She grabs Emilia’s hand. “Welcome to the maze. I figure if we all work together, we might be able to explore half of this monstrosity before the ten-year requirement is up. I’m not sure the house will let us leave, though.”
Emilia cringes. “Ten years is a long time. This town is so small. I’m twenty-two. I’ll be thirty-two before the decade is up. That’s a long time to go without many dating prospects. Are there even many eligible men in my age range living here?”
All three of us groan.
“God, no,” Claire tells her. “We’ll make you a list of who not to talk to, for starters. Why do you think we were all single when your brothers and cousins arrived?”
“Good point.” Emilia’s shoulders fall. “This might not be the best place for me to spend the next ten years. I doubt I can even get a job here.”
I shake my head. “Oh, you do not need a job. Trust me. There’s so much to do around the estate. It will never end. Claire and I have started cataloging books in the library. That alone would take ten people a few years.”
Emilia’s face lights up. “I didn’t get to see the library yet. It’s impressive?”
Reagan nods. “Very. If you like books, you will be in heaven.”
Emilia claps her hands. “I love books. That’s so exciting. My brothers didn’t tell me about the library.”
Claire rolls her eyes. “Well, don’t go thinking they will let you climb on the cool sliding ladders to reach books on the top shelves. They’re like cavemen.”
Reagan reaches back to rub her butt, wincing. “Tell me about it.”
Emilia gasps. “Did Tiago…” She lowers her voice. “…spank you?”
Claire and Reagan start laughing. I fall right in with them. “Oh, man, Emilia… I guess you didn’t know how dominant and controlling your brothers and cousins are.”
Her eyes are wide as she glances around at each of us. “Seriously? They spank you?”
Claire nods. “Nearly every day.” She starts laughing. “And do you want to know what’s even more mindboggling?”
Emilia is still staring, dumbfounded.
I lean forward and admit, “We like it.”
She scrunches up her face. “Thank God I’m related to them. There’s no way I would let a man spank me.”
“Yeah, I used to say that, too,” I admit.
Claire and Reagan nod.
“But then I experienced it…”
Emilia rubs her chin. “Like in books? Like…BDSM books?”
We all nod. “Exactly like that,” I say.
Emilia shifts her attention to Claire. “Is it true you’re already pregnant?”
Claire nods. “Yep. These spanking Wilde men have some sort of barefoot and pregnant fetish.”
“I’d call it a breeding fetish,” Reagan says, rubbing her stomach.
“Wait, you, too?” Emilia asks.
Reagan’s cheeks turn pink. “I haven’t taken a test yet because it’s too soon, but I’m pretty sure.” She cups her breasts. “My tits are sore. Tiago insists they’re already larger.”
Emilia slaps her forehead.
I cover my giggles. “If Dallas has his way, I’ll be pregnant by this time tomorrow.”
“Sheesh. You’re right. There’s something in the water here. I should probably run from this weird mansion and never look back.”
I shrug. “Like you said, you can’t marry your brothers or cousins, so you should be okay.”
Claire taps her lips. “Although… Brody said he has a guy coming to help with renovations at the estate.”
Emilia leans forward. “Who?”
“Uhhh…” Claire looks at me. “What was his name?”
“Haden,” I say.
Emilia falls backward onto the bed. Thank goodness we’re sitting in a tight enough circle that she has the space. “Haden…” she repeats in a dreamy voice.
“I guess you know him?” Reagan asks.
“Oh, I know him.” Emilia pushes back to sitting. “Tall, dark, and handsome is what he is. I mean, really tall. He’s like six-four. Deep brown eyes. Clean-cut brown hair and always has a two-day beard. How do men do that?”
We all grin at her.
She sighs dramatically again and waves a hand between all of them. “Doesn’t matter, though. He’s like forty. I’m twenty-two. He’s never even looked at me.”
“How many times have you met him? Weren’t you at school in Dallas? Doesn’t he live in San Antonio?”
“Yeah. I started spending holidays with Brody and Dallas as soon as I turned eighteen. I’ve probably met Haden ten times.
All he ever does is grunt at me, though.
The man has perfected the grunt. Somehow, he makes it sexy.
His furrowed brow just makes him more attractive.
Maybe I will stick around here for a while. ” A huge smile grows on her face.
I grab her hand. “Welcome to the Wilde mansion. You’ll be here for life.”
She rolls her eyes. “Let’s not get carried away. I suspect Haden thinks I’m a child. Plus, he’s only coming here to do the renovations. He’ll probably only stay two months.”
Reagan shakes her head. “The renovations for this mansion alone will take years. Once he gets here, he’ll get sucked in by the water source, too. That man is yours.”
We all laugh. I would say that’s preposterous, but hell, based on what I know about this mansion so far, Reagan is probably right.
Claire unfolds her legs. “We better start getting the bride ready. After all, her first breeding session is in like six hours.”
Reagan and Emilia join Claire’s laughter.
I wish it were a joke, but they aren’t far off the mark.
We make our way into the bathroom, and Claire pulls out a chair. “Sit. I’ll work on your hair.”
“I call makeup,” Emilia says.
“I’ll take nail duty,” Reagan adds.
After a few minutes of my pampering, I draw in a breath. “Can I ask a personal question?”
“Of course,” they all respond.
My face heats. “I feel kind of ridiculous asking this, but I’ve uh…I’ve never had sex before. How bad is it going to hurt?”
Reagan squeezes my shoulder. “He made you wait, huh?”
I nod. Maybe this was a bad idea. I’m oversharing. I feel lame.
Claire grips my other shoulder. “Don’t be embarrassed. Ryder made me wait.”
“Tiago made me wait, too.”
I glance at them. “You were both virgins?”
They nod.
Emilia swallows. “Don’t look at me. I haven’t had sex either. I’m no help.”
I blow out a breath. I feel much less weird now.
Claire strokes my hair. “Don’t worry. I’m certain Dallas will do everything he can to make sure you’re as prepared as possible. It will still hurt, but only for a minute.”
Reagan nods. “She’s right. And then it’s ecstasy.”
I feel much better. “Thank you.”