Page 121 of Jilted

Olivia chuckled, and the two of them disappeared up the stairs.

“Door open!” I yelled after them.

Wilder sat up, removing the vegetables from his face. “Do we still need that rule? They’re kind of related now, aren’t they?”

“Not by blood. Would it have stopped you if my aunt had married your brother?”

“Good point.” Wilder cupped his hand around his mouth and yelled up the stairs. “If I catch it shut, it comes off the hinges.”

I smiled and sat down on the other end of the couch, lifting my feet onto Wilder’s lap. “Rub, Mr. Hayes.”

“Yes,Mrs.Hayes.”

Wilder and I had gotten married a few days ago in England. It was the wedding I’d never dreamed of that turned out to be everything I ever wanted. We’d decided to do it before the baby was born, but I no longer had the desire for a big, lavish affair. Turned out, when I finally found true love, looking into each other’s eyes and committing to spend the rest of our lives together was all the fairy tale I needed. Being somewhere special with our family around us was more than enough. We married at St. Dunstan in the East, the park Wilder had taken me to when I first went to visit him in London. Not only was it beautiful, but what it represented felt right—it was a place ofhope, a place people had attempted to destroy so many times, yet it had never fallen.

The ceremony was short and the guest list small—only our dads, our brothers, Olivia, Andrew, and Elijah. But today we were having a party at Carrick’s to celebrate. I couldn’t imagine now why that hadn’t always been my first choice of venues.

Wilder finished rubbing my feet and tugged me down onto the couch at his side. “Come here, wife.”

I smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

He cupped a hand at the back of my neck. “And I like the sound you make when I stick my cock in you. Let’s go upstairs.”

“First of all, I can’t take you seriously when you’re wearing a mud mask. But more importantly, we have to leave in a little while.”

He rubbed his muddy nose with mine. “I’ll be fast.”

“You’re getting mud on me.” I laughed.

“Yeah, wait till you see where else I spread this stuff…” Wilder pressed his lips to mine. As usual, the kiss grew heated quickly. Luckily, the moment was interrupted by Lucas and Olivia stomping back down the stairs.

“Ugh,” Lucas said. “Get a room.”

“This is a room,” Wilder noted. “A room inmyhouse. Maybe you should go somewhere else.”

Lucas shook his head. “I can’t even look at you with that crap on your face.”

“Yet another reason you should be elsewhere.”

I smiled and stood. “Liv, why don’t you go next door and get dressed? We’re going to leave for Carrick’s soon.”

“That’s where I was going.”

Wilder lifted his chin to his brother. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“With her.”

He shook his head. “Wrong answer. Olivia doesn’t need help dressing. But Harry wants to move some furniture around. I told him you’d stop over. Why don’t you go do that next door before we leave?”

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

A few seconds later there was another slam!

“Why can’t they shut that door without making the house shake?” I asked.

“I have no damn clue.” Wilder reached for my face. “But where were we?”

I put a hand on his chest. “Youwere just about to get in the shower and wash that mud off. I’m going to attempt to fit into the dress I bought.”

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