Page 100 of Sin With Me
“Wilder!” she whisper-hisses, smacking her thigh into mine.
As if my parents aren’t used to my oversharing big mouth.
"Oh I totally win the bet now," Mallory gloats, dancing in her seat. "I told y'all."
"I knew before everyone else," Gramma Grace gloats.
"Of course you did..." Mallory blows out a breath. "You always do."
I laugh because it's true.
"So now what?" Dad asks, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"She's movin' in with me and we're seein' where it goes." I lift a shoulder because as simple as it sounds, it's true. Even though Delilah said thirty days, I have no doubt it's going to work long term.
"Well then..." Mom sets down the large dish with the roast in the middle of the table. "Welcome to the family, Delilah. I hope you know what you're doin'." She winks at her. "And you'll be expected at Sunday night suppers and stay for scrapbookin'."
Delilah's cheeks redden but her smile widens. "Yes, ma'am."
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I say, holding her hand as we walk to my truck.
"Better than I expected, honestly. But I feel like they're disappointed."
I open the passenger side door and help her in, but she angles toward me with her legs on either side of me. "Trust me, I've seen them disappointed, and that's not it. More like, concern. For you, not for me."
She chuckles. "After you've finished your volunteer hours at the shelter, you're gonna have to come to my parent's house for Saturday game nights. Especially if I'm comin' here every Sunday night."
"I might not be done with my hours in the next thirty days..." I tilt up her chin, bringing my mouth closer to hers, but not quite touching. "But if I'm still your husband when I've completed them, I'd be honored to go with you."
She closes the gap between us and brushes her lips against mine. "Deal,hubby."
"Fuck, don't make me hard." I adjust my cock in my jeans.
Laughing, she shakes her head. "You gonna tell me what you have up your sleeve for why you'll be missin' work?"
"Not yet. But prepare to need a few days off."
"I can't after takin' time off for Vegas."
"I'll talk to Lacey and Mattie. I'm sure?—"
"You're not talkin' to my boss and coworker! That's oversteppin'."
"You're mywife?—"
"Who doesn't need herhusbandto butt into her job."
I cup her face, leaning in close enough to rub my nose along her jawline and up to her ear. "We're goin' on a short honeymoon," I whisper. "I want a few days alone with my wife before the holidays."
She sucks in a breath. "Where?"
"Willow Branch Mountain. My aunt and uncle own a ranch and luxury resort up there. I texted my cousin, Warren, earlier and he found us a cabin to stay in. We leave Wednesday."
It’s one of their older cabins that just got remodeled, so they hadn’t had any bookings for it. They’re usually scheduled out a year in advance, so I’m super grateful he’s letting me use it.
"That's not enough time to find coverage for my shifts."
"Then, quit. I'll cover your bills and whatever else you need."
