Wilde (Bad Boys of Wildeside) Page 11
“You can’t.”
“I can and I will.”
He dipped his tongue into my asshole, and I exploded. It was so wicked. It was so goddamn hot. My pussy clenched and released as I came so hard I swear my heart actually stopped. As I drifted back down from bliss, I was aware of him lapping at my asshole.
“That, I didn’t expect,” he murmured.
“Me either,” I panted.
“Let’s do it again. This time, don’t come until I give you permission.”
“No,” I cried, but I didn’t really mean it. He reached around with one hand, lightly squeezing my clit as he thrust his tongue deep inside my ass. I shouldn’t have been so ready for another orgasm. Usually, I was too sensitive. But this time was different. He worked me into a frenzy, until I was begging, screaming.
When I was reduced to saying please over and over, he pulled away, looming over me. He guided his cock into my pussy, pushing inside me with one sharp thrust.
With a groan, he paused, his jaw clenched. “Fuck that feels good. You have no idea.”
“Pretty sure I do.”
“Put your legs around me and hold on, baby.”
I giggled at his words but damn if I didn’t need him to hold onto right now. I clung to him as he pulled me up. He sat back on his ass with me cradled in his arms. I looked into his eyes, tears filling mine.
“Hey, what is it?” he asked.
“I just love you so damn much.”
“I know, baby. Now fuck me.”
“Yes, sir!”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
Epilogue
Cassie
I sat in Mom’s room, talking to her as though she could hear me. I couldn’t go to her final resting place; I just couldn’t feel her there. This was where I felt closest to her, which was crazy, considering I hadn’t felt that close to her in life. Still, she was my mom.
I just wished there was something in here of hers. Something I could have to remind me of the good times. And there had been some; it hadn’t all been bad.
“So that’s it. I know it’s crazy and wrong on a number of levels, but I love him, mom. I really do.”
“What are you doing in here?”
I gasped, turning to find Wilde in the doorway. He leaned against the jamb, his arms crossed over his chest. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to wonder if you’ve gone completely insane.”
I laughed and stood, moving towards him to kiss him. “Maybe.”
It had been four weeks since I’d returned home. We were getting used to this new normal. Wilde was trying to work on his communication, and I was trying to figure out what things to take a stand on and what to let go.
“I was just talking to mom. I know it sounds weird, but even though all her things are gone, I kind of feel like part of her is here. I wish I still had something of hers, though.”
“Why don’t you go through her stuff then.”
“Her stuff? You mean you didn’t get rid of it?”
“Of course I didn’t get rid of it. I had it packed up. It’s all in the attic.”
I threw myself at him, tears dripping down my face. “You didn’t get rid of it.”
“Baby, you thought I’d gotten rid of her stuff? She’s your mom, I’d never do that.”
“I’m sorry. I just. . .oh God, I’m an idiot.” I buried my face against his chest.
“No, you’re not. You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me.”
I kissed him. “And you’re perfect for me.”
“You must be really messed up then.” He grinned at me.
I laughed. “We can be messed up together.”
“It’s a deal.”
***
“You look so beautiful.”
I glanced over at Darcy who stood beside me in front of the mirror. Tears filled her eyes, and I frowned with concern.
“Are you okay?” I reached over and grabbed her hand. I realized that Darcy had been near tears a lot in these last few weeks. I’d been so busy this last month, had I missed something with her?
“What?” She glanced at me then quickly swiped at her eyes. “I’m fine. Silly me, I always cry at weddings and funerals.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“But these are happy tears. Anyway, it should be me asking you if you’re okay. You ready for this?”
“Yep.” I stared at myself in the mirror once again. Maybe I should have been nervous or anxious. But all I felt was ready.
I was ready.
Happiness filled me. I was going to become Mrs. Wilde. I nearly danced for joy. When Wilde asked me to marry him, I’d sat there for a good five minutes, my mouth open wide. After five minutes without a response from me, Wilde had crossed his arms over his chest, glared at me and told me we were getting married. In two weeks’ time and I’d better be ready. Or else.
Romantic bastard.
I’d managed to negotiate for four weeks to give me time to prepare. Not that I’d wanted a big wedding or anything. Just a few friends. Good wine and food and dancing.
Wilde had wanted me, him and a registry office.
It was an indication of how much he loved me that he’d given in and agreed to have the wedding ceremony at our house.
Sometimes I wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to move. To get away from the lingering memories of my mother. Then I felt bad, for wanting to forget her. Wilde usually distracted me then.
He was excellent at the art of distraction. He’d proven that just this morning when I had a near panic attack at the amount of work that was left to be done. My ass still stung a little, and the jerk had teased me until I was screaming then pulled back, leaving me hanging.
He claimed it was an incentive to ensure I turned up today. As if I wouldn’t. I couldn’t wait to marry Wilde.
I glanced down at my ivory-colored dress. I’d chosen something simple. I didn’t need anything lavish, even though Wilde had urged me to buy whatever I liked. As soon as I’d seen this dress I knew it was the one. Strapless, with a wide band under my bust, it flowed out and finished just past my knees. Darcy had curled my hair then pinned it up with a few curls floating free.
“I’m so happy for you, Cassie,” she told me, squeezing my hand. She smiled, but I saw something in her eyes. Pain? Fear?
“Darcy—”
“Don’t. I’m fine. Really. This is your big day, and I’m not going to be a crap bridesmaid and ruin it. So let’s go.”
“All right. But tomorrow, we talk.”
She snorted. “Tomorrow, you’re off on your honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon.” I placed my hand over my stomach. “I’m getting married.”
This was happening.
And I couldn’t wait.
Wilde
Mine.
She was mine. It was a primal, caveman feeling perhaps, to feel this possessive. To be this satisfied with making my claim formal, in front of our friends. She wore my ring. She slept in my bed. She had my name.
“If you grew any smugger, I’m pretty sure you would explode.” Her voice was dry, but she smiled happily up at me as we danced our first dance as husband and wife. Dancing was not something I usually enjoyed, although I could change my mind. I squeezed her ass, and she jumped, giving me a glare.
Yep, dancing did have its benefits.
“I’m allowed to be smug, it’s my wedding day.”
My wedding to her mother had been a completely different affair. Cold and almost clinical. Just a short trip to the registry office. I hadn’t even bought Francis flowers. As soon as I’d mentioned the same sort of wedding to Cassie, I wanted to take it back. I’d been thankful when she’d pushed for a small wedding in our backyard.
It was out of my comfort zone, having this many people in my private domain. But worth it for the huge grin on her face as she’d walked towards me. We’d kept the guest list small. A few of her friends from college and some of mine from the club. Oh, and Sinclair.
; The bastard tipped his drink at me where he stood talking to Luke.
“Stop glaring at Sinclair,” she scolded me.
“Can’t help it. The bastard is pushing me. He thinks just because he walked you down the aisle that he thinks he gets to lecture me about treating you right.”
As if I needed a lecture on how to treat Cassie. No doubt I would make mistakes and stuff up, but I wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of the past.
“Yeah, and you threw him out of the house.”
And hadn’t that been fucking satisfying.
“Something’s going on with Darcy,” she commented as I led her off the dance floor.
“She’ll be fine.”
Cassie gave me an exasperated look.
“I mean, that’s too bad. How about we figure it out tomorrow.”
She leaned against me, her breasts pushing against my chest and my cock stood to attention.
“We’re going on our honeymoon tomorrow.”
So we were. Two weeks in Tahiti. Just sand, surf and Cassie in a tiny bikini. I swallowed, my mouth dry. “When are all these people leaving?”
She laughed quietly. “Later. You can be patient for a few more hours.”
Could I?
“What will you give me if I am?” I growled.
A sweet smile crossed her face. “Everything. I’ll give you everything.”
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