Chapter 9
Haden
The day is busy. It takes longer than expected to get the office situated and leveled. Even with five of us out there and the men who brought the building, it was still a process.
By the time we came in for lunch, the women had all dispersed.
I’ve learned that Ryder’s wife has become the unofficial matron of the mansion.
She earned that spot by virtue of being the first to marry a Wilde.
She’s taken the job on with grace. Tiago’s wife, Reagan, owns an adventure company, so she’s often out leading tours or at her office in town.
Dallas’s wife, Arianna, is the town librarian, so she’s usually at the library.
Brody’s wife, Melody, is a semi-famous author.
No one knows her pen name, and she’s usually upstairs in her home office writing during the day.
Everyone’s busy. Now that I’ve claimed Emilia as my personal assistant, she will be busy, too. Since she arrived several weeks ago, I think she’s been filling in wherever someone needed help. From what I deduced yesterday when she took me on the afternoon tour, she was feeling rather aimless.
It’s late in the afternoon before I make it back to the RV. I need a shower first and foremost, and then I will go hunt down my girl before dinner.
Naturally, I make record time, and I’m taking the stairs two at a time to get to her room. I assume that’s where she’ll be.
Feeling like a teenager on a date, I knock on her door. This is not going to be a habit, but I haven’t made anything official between us yet. I owe her some level of privacy until then.
“Come in,” she calls out.
I open the door to find her leaning against the window. She’s smiling. “It took you long enough to get up here. I think it was six seconds from when you stepped out of the RV,” she jokes before giggling.
Ah, so she was watching.
Shutting the door behind me, I take in all of her.
She has changed. I never saw her after I ordered her to put on jeans and a T-shirt.
I assume she did, but before she managed to come back out and find me, Dallas told her to stay in the mansion.
It wasn’t safe for her to be out roaming around where the office was being unloaded.
She leans against the windowsill, her hands gripping it at her sides.
She’s wearing another dress, a hot-pink one, but this time she has on a bra.
Her hair is down and recently brushed. Though it always looks like she just styled it.
I assume it must have that silky look without much help on her part.
It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“Does my outfit meet your standards, Sir?” she sasses.
I chuckle as I approach. Even though we crossed ten lines both yesterday and this morning, this moment feels important. We’re about to cross a lot more lines. Most of them.
When I reach her, I grab her around the waist and yank her into my arms. “You’re stunning, jitterbug. Sassy, but gorgeous.” I hold her tight against me with one arm around her and lift her chin with my other hand. “I think it’s past time for me to kiss you. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I hold her gaze while I slowly lower my lips to hers. It nearly kills me to go slow. I’m not usually a slow kind of man. I prefer to ravish my dates. But not Emilia. She’s not a date. Not a one-night stand. Not even a girlfriend. She’s my future. My everything. My soulmate.
I might be a bossy bastard, but I will rein in my desire to rush to the finish line with Emilia because she deserves respect. There’s no hurry. We have our whole lives to learn every single detail about each other.
For several seconds, I nibble on her lips, tasting her, listening to the little noises she makes, inhaling her. When I finally tip my head to the side to deepen the kiss, she leans into me, pliant, purring, willing.
Sweetest woman I’ve ever held in my arms.
Emilia may be nothing like the picture I had in my head of who I would spend my life with, but she’s the one. She’s perfection. I can’t wait to make her mine in every way and erase any and all previous experiences she’s had.
That’s not going to happen tonight. It’s not going to happen tomorrow either. The most interesting thing I learned today, while taking a ribbing from her brothers and cousins, is that all four men made their wives wait to have sex until their wedding night.
Those men are intense. They wasted no time getting their wives knocked up.
Even Melody is pregnant, and they got married two weeks ago.
I’m kind of glad because after my encounter with Emilia last night, my biological clock started ticking.
I’m not sure that’s a real thing for men, but it has happened.
To find out that the feeling is the norm in this house is a relief. By the time Emilia came outside this morning with that coffee in her hand, I knew I needed to nip that habit in the bud. It was instinctive and barbaric, but I couldn’t resist ordering her to stop drinking caffeine.
If she’d balked or been taken aback, things might have progressed differently. But she did not. She squeezed her thighs together and licked her lips. It wasn’t the first time my demands turned her on, but it was an important subject.
By the time I release her mouth so we can both take a breath, I’m ten times more enamored with her. I set my forehead against hers while we pant.
“You’re mine,” I reiterate.
She smiles. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
She giggles. “I warned you about the water around here.”
“Or the paint. You also mentioned the paint. You think there’s an aphrodisiac in the air? Or some sort of fertility spell that got cast on the mansion?”
“Maybe we should ask Gretchen. She’s been here for decades. She would know if there was a hex on the house.”
“Hey now, nobody said anything about a hex. I don’t think the aura is evil. I think it’s more of a Cupid’s arrow kind of spell,” I joke.
Another giggle makes my heart soar. I can’t get close enough to her.
What I want is to be inside her. But that’s not going to happen now. I will wait. After hearing everyone else’s story, I feel inspired to continue the tradition. The fastest way to get a woman to marry you is to tease her relentlessly until she can’t stand waiting another day and finally caves.
I can do that. In fact, I love the challenge.
I kiss her again and then nibble a path to her ear. “Did you touch yourself without permission today, baby?”
She shivers. “No.”
“Did you want to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you think about my fingers on your pussy, barely touching your folds?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“I need to taste you. I want my mouth on you. I want to hear you scream before we go down to dinner.”
She moans. “Haden…”
Bending low enough to grab her hips, I lift her off the floor, spin around, and take fast strides to reach her bed. This time, her bed is made. The room is clean, too. I’m quite sure she tidied up for me, and this is not her norm.
I lower her onto the hot-pink comforter. It’s so girly and bright, but I love it because it’s her. It tells me a bit about her personality. Emilia is girly and bright.
Her legs hang over the side of the bed, and I lean over her to kiss her lips again. “You cleaned your room for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“It’s a bait and switch, though, isn’t it?” I tease.
She chuckles. “Definitely. But you already saw it yesterday. You surely surmised I’m kind of a slob.”
I chuckle. “You won’t always be a slob, baby,” I warn.
She groans. “I figured.”
“Rules are going to be good for you. You’re going to thrive under my more structured environment.”
“We’ll see.” But she’s grinning. She already knows I’m right.
I can’t stand waiting another second without seeing my girl come. I hold her gaze. “You’re going to spread your legs open for me like a good girl, and I’m going to eat your pussy until you come so hard you forget everyone who touched you before me.”
Her cheeks pinken adorably as she nods.
I hate that I still won’t get to see her breasts this time, but I’ll strip her fully naked after dinner and make her scream again. This, right now, will be an appetizer. For both of us.
After easing down her body, I lift her knees, spread them, and press them obscenely wide against the mattress. “Hold your legs open for me, baby.”
She obeys me. She may be feisty and give me a run for my money most days—and I sincerely hope she always does to keep our life interesting—but sometimes she will simply do as she’s told because she likes how it makes her feel.
When I push her skirt up to her stomach, I nearly groan. My girl has hot-pink panties on that match the dress and bedding. Apparently, it’s an important color to her.
The panties aren’t simple. They’re mostly lace and barely existent. They’re meant for sex appeal. And it’s working.
My instinct is to yank them so hard that they shred, but I suspect she might clobber me if I go full neanderthal, so I resist. I’ll hold them to the side so I can fuck her pussy with my tongue before making her wear them to dinner.
“Haden…”
I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at her sexy lace-clad pussy, but it’s been long enough to make her squirm.
“Don’t rush me, naughty girl. There’s only one first for everything we do, and I want to savor those moments.
” I sound like a sap. This is not me. I never wax poetically to a woman.
But like everything else with Emilia, she’s different.
She’s causing me to behave outside the norm.
I might even develop a soft side for her.
My girl squirms again, lifting her hips in supplication.
Planting one palm on her inner thigh, I use my other hand to pull the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to my view. It’s even prettier than I imagined.
Can a pussy be beautiful? Yes, because Emilia’s is. Her folds are smooth and pink. Her clit is swollen and pushing the tiny hood back as if reaching for me.
I inhale her scent deeply before lowering to her swollen flesh and kissing her reverently.
“Haden,” she shouts impatiently.
I chuckle before dragging my tongue through her lower lips and flicking it over her clit.
Her low moan startles me. It’s not a sound I’ve heard from her before. It’s sexy. I could listen to that needy whine for the rest of my life.
I open my mouth wider and suck her entire pussy until she cries out. Her hands come to my shoulders. She shoves at me to no avail.
Thrusting my tongue into her channel makes me moan. How could she be this fucking tight? She has a vise grip on me, and this is just my tongue. My cock is much larger.
I fuck her pretty cunt with my tongue until she’s writhing so hard it’s difficult to hold on to her. She’s not strong enough or big enough to actually escape, but she gives it her best effort because she’s overwhelmed with sensation.
Shifting my attention, I remove my tongue and home in on her clit, sucking it gently over and over until I capture it gently with my teeth and flick it rapidly with my tongue.
Emilia screams as her orgasm consumes her, making her entire body buck against me. I continue to suckle her through the waves, easing up when I figure she’s growing too sensitive.
Reluctantly, I lift my lips and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. “Fuck, Emilia. I’ll never get enough of you.”
She’s trembling, eyes wide, lips parted. “I can’t believe you did that,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “I told you exactly what I was going to do. Did you not believe me?”
She sighs. “It’s not that. I believed you thought you were going to make me come with your mouth, but I didn’t believe it would actually happen.”
“You’ve never come from being eaten out, baby?” Why am I so pleased?
“No.” She turns her head to the side as if this fact embarrasses her.
It makes me feel elated. But there’s no reason to get all cocky. I have another question. “Have you ever come with a man at all, jitterbug?”
“No.” She doesn’t meet my gaze.
I kiss her pussy one last time and rest the lace back over her pussy. “I’m pleased, Emilia,” I say softly. “I love knowing a lot of your firsts will be with me.”
She still doesn’t look at me. In fact, she bites her lip. Her embarrassment is adorable and unnecessary, but I don’t mention it. She deserves validation for her feelings. Instead, I kiss her inner thighs and rise up to pry her fingers from her legs.
“Relax, baby. Deep breaths.” We need to go down to dinner. I’d love to skip it, but we’ll get ribbed tomorrow if we don’t make an appearance. So we will. As soon as my girl is ready.