Accidentally Wild: An Accidental Marriage Romance (The Wilder Brothers Book 2)

by Nicole Elliot

  “Oh my gosh, it smells wonderful in—”

  Andrea turned around as the door closed behind her and furrowed her brow.

  “Did you clean?” she asked.

  “I had some downtime in between cooking and preparing the kitchen table. Figured I’d get some things done,” I said.

  I watched her eyes mist over before she slowly turned her gaze to me.

  “You cleaned,” she said.

  “Come here. You look exhausted, Andrea.”

  She dropped her things in the middle of the floor and walked straight into my arms. I wrapped her up as tightly as I could, listening as she drew in deep breaths. I stoked my fingers through her beautiful auburn hair before I placed a kiss on top of her head. I felt her wrap her arms around me, burying herself into me. I felt her mold to me as I slowly swayed us side to side, rocking her and trying to relieve the tension that had risen up in her body.

  “Come on. Let’s get you some dinner. Okay?” I asked.

  “It smells delicious,” she said breathlessly.

  “Well, I hope you like it. I’ve got gumbo over rice for dinner, sweet tea to drink, and a little ice cream bar for us to enjoy for dessert while we watch a movie.”

  “Oh, I don’t have a DVD player, Everett. I’m sorry.”

  “You do now.”

  I felt her brow furrow as she slowly pulled away from me. Then, she released me and strode into her living room. I grinned and leaned against the kitchen counter as I folded my arms over my chest. She gawked at the television I purchased. Ran her eyes over the shining DVD player. Graced her gaze over the selection of DVDs I’d purchased specifically for her.

  “You did not,” she said.

  “I did.”

  “Everett, how much did this cost you?”

  “Not nearly as much as you’d think. I hit a sale because I figured it would make you feel better.”

  “Everett Wilder, you bought me a television.”

  “And a DVD player. See?” I asked

  She glared at me as I pointed and a chuckle fell from my lips.

  “Stop buying me things,” she said.

  “Never.”

  “Stop spending money on me.”

  “Not a chance.”

  “I don’t want you for the things you can buy me.”

  “I know that, Andrea.”

  Then, she sighed as a smile crossed her cheeks.

  “Thank you so much. For everything,” she said.

  “Come on. It’s time to eat. We don’t want our gumbo getting cold. Because trust me, I’d rather drink warm beer than eat cold gumbo.”

  “Both of those sound gross,” she said as she walked over to the kitchen table.

  “Trust me, both of them are gross.”

  I pulled out her chair for her and she sat down, and I helped her scoot as close to the table as she wanted to be. I sat down in front of her and divvied up the gumbo, filling her bowl before pouring some over. She smiled as she drew in a deep breath, allowing the scents and the smells to waft up her nose.

  “Oh my gosh, my mouth’s already watering,” she said.

  “Well, I really hope you enjoy it,” I said.

  She moaned and hummed all the way through dinner. And the sounds were music to my ears. She smiled with every bite she took, and she ate so quickly I couldn't get a word of conversation in edgewise. That was how I knew a dinner was always a success. If those I cooked for were more eager to eat than talk. I grinned as I watched her. I saw her features come alive. Her body filled itself with energy and her eyes lit up, and soon Andrea was piercing the comfortable silence between us with her voice.

  “I guess I should have eaten lunch today, huh?” she asked.

  “Why didn’t you stop for lunch?” I asked.

  “Because there’s way too much to do this week. I finally had to dip into the rest of our budget and get a repair man out to look at the air conditioning. That thing can’t keep going out. I’ve got too many small kids to not have cold air running through that building on ninety-degree days.”

  “I agree with you.”

  “And my computer? It might as well be a useless brick.”

  “Aren’t bricks already useless?” I asked.

  “Not all of them. Some of them are stacked together and create beautiful structures. Then, there are some bricks that lay on the ground and crumble a little more every time someone blows wrong in its direction. That’s my computer,” she said.

  “Maybe I should buy you a new one, then,” I said, chuckling.

  “Don’t you even think about it, Everett Wilder.”

  “Oh, the first and last name. Does that mean I’m in trouble?”

  “Yes. And not the good kind.”

  “What do I have to do to get the good kind of trouble?”

  I slid my foot against hers underneath the table as her eyes connected with mine. I’d never get tired of gazing into her beautiful emerald stare. I watched an easy smile trickle across her cheeks as my bare toe slid against her bare ankle, her cheeks tinting with that beautiful flush of hers. She giggled before she shook her head, then went back to eating her dinner. I stroked her skin as another comfortable silence fell between us, and I didn’t stop until it was time to put our bowls in the sink.

  “Ready for dessert?” I asked.

  “Mmm, and what did you have in mind for dessert?” Andrea asked.

  I knew that voice. I recognized that voice. But that part of the evening hadn’t rolled around yet. I had all of the time in the world with her, and I wanted to make our first official date something she’d remember forever. I grinned at her as my eyes dropped down her body, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. I saw her nipples pucker against her bra. I saw the outline of them pressed against her shirt.

  “Did you forget about the ice cream bar I mentioned earlier?” I asked.

  I ripped open the freezer and pulled out two pints of ice cream as Andrea threw her head back and laughed. I smiled at her as the beautiful sound filled her apartment, and I opened the fridge to pull out everything. Chocolate and caramel sauce. Whipped cream. Cherries. Sprinkles. Honey-covered nuts. The works. I had it all for our little ice cream bar, and Andrea grabbed us each a small bowl with a spoon.

  “Do you have an ice cream scooper?” I asked.

  “We ain’t fancy ‘round these parts,” she said playfully.

  Then, I watched her dig her spoon into the pint of sweet cream ice cream.

  We dipped up massive bowls and covered them in all sorts of goodies. I preferred double-fudge chocolate over anything else, and the fact that Andrea enjoyed the plain sweet cream meant we each had a massive pint to ourselves. She went and sat on the couch while I fiddled around with the DVD player, then she picked a nice romantic comedy for us to settle down and watch. I turned off the lights and sat by her on the couch, and I watched her face as the movie illuminated it.

  She was more entertaining than the movie could ever be. Her laughter. Her tears. Her happiness and her sympathy for the characters. She was a beautiful woman to be around, but she was also real. Down to earth. Unashamed of who she was and where her priorities lied. I watched her lips curl around her spoon time and time again and it made my body sizzle with delight. I forced my eyes back to the television from time to time when I caught her staring at me. But the truth was, I didn’t want to stop looking at her.

  I didn’t want her out of my sight for a fucking second.

  “Would you like some more ice cream?” I asked.

  “Mmm, no. I’m so full I think I’m about to burst,” Andrea said.

  “Then let me take your bowl and I’ll get it into the sink.”

  “You can just put them on the floor.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “Please don’t leave.”

  It was the way she said it. It was the way she quickly threaded her arms around mine and laid her head against my skin. It was the way she curled up to my side and the way she pressed herself against the crook of my
body that kept me rooted to my spot. I set the bowls on the floor and wrapped my arm around her, my hand falling effortlessly against her hip. Her head tucked underneath my chin as my hand curled around her excess, holding her tightly while the two of us watched the movie.

  Her warmth gave me comfort, and I could only hope I did the same for her.

  “Could we watch another one?” Andrea asked.

  I looked down at her big, green eyes as the credits rolled and knew I’d never be able to resist her.

  “We can do whatever you want,” I said.

  “You want to pick it out this time?”

  “Nope. I’m going to go get these bowls in the sink, and you can get another movie started.”

  “I’m going to choose another romantic comedy if you don’t choose.”

  “Then bring on the love story,” I said, grinning.

  She giggled and rolled off the couch, causing me to laugh. She was so excited. So ecstatic for the next movie. It took so little to make her happy. So little to keep her entertained. It was a trait I found endearing in her. I placed the bowls and spoons into the sink before I looked up, watching Andrea stick another DVD into the player. My eyes fell to the cherries. To the syrupy red sauce and the sprinkles. My eyes darted back over to her as she pressed play, but the heat rising in my pelvis had another plan for us.

  “Everett, you coming?” Andrea asked.

  I reached out for the shaker of sprinkles and the small glass jar of cherries.

  “I will be soon,” I said.

  “What was that?” she asked.

  “Yes, sweetheart. I’m coming. You got the movie started?” I asked.

  “Yep. All that’s missing is your body next to mine.”

  My cock throbbed at her words as I came around from the kitchen and stood in the entrance of the living room.

  “Aren’t you going to come sit—”

  Andrea turned her eyes to mine before they dropped to my crotch. I wanted her to see it. How rock hard I had gotten for her in the blink of an eye. I wanted her to know what she did to me. How beautiful and wondrous I thought she was. That sparkle of darkness I’d seen at dinner rose up in her stare, and when her eyes took in the sprinkles and cherries gripped in my hands her eyebrows hiked up onto her forehead.

  “Well, if you didn’t want to watch the movie, all you had to do was say so,” Andrea said.

  “Who says we aren’t going to watch the movie?” I asked.

  I stalked over to her and slipped to my knees before I pressed my hand into her chest. She cocked her head at me as I pushed her into the cushions of the couch, her legs spread as I knelt between them. The movie ran behind me as her eyes darted from my face to the screen. I slowly undid the button and zipper of her jeans, pulling the fabric from her body. I hooked my fingers into the band of her cotton panties and pulled them from her, inching each of her sweet, thick legs out from the leg holes. I pressed my lips against her ankle. I slowly kissed up the inside of her thigh. I heard Andrea gasping and whimpering, her body heating every time my lips dropped to her skin.

  “Everett,” she whispered.

  I watched her wet pussy jump for my viewing pleasure before my eyes rose up and connected with hers.

  “Keep your eyes on the movie, darling. You wouldn't want to miss it,” I said.

  Then, my hand reached down and picked up the small jar of cherries.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  Andrea

  I felt something cool hit my pussy and I jumped. I kept my eyes on the movie as much as I could while his fingertips smoothed the sticky substance around. I snuck a glance just to see what he was doing and the sight made me groan. The crimson red of the cherry juice flooded my folds and coated my thighs. Everett’s fingertips swirled it around, moving it along my skin and drawing paths I knew his mouth would take. I felt my entire body heat. I felt my juices slide down my butt crack. My toes curled as Everett’s eyes flickered up to mine, and I didn’t even realize I had still been staring.

  “Movie. Now,” he said sternly.

  My eyes whipped back up to the screen and I felt him reach for something else. He shook the small container of sprinkles for my listening pleasure, then I felt small dabs of it against my skin. Oh, holy hell. He was coating the cherry juices with sprinkles. I felt them sliding into crevices and caverns of my body no food was every meant for, and when he settled it back down onto the ground I braced myself for his onslaught.

  But nothing could have prepared me for the way he devoured my body.

  “You’ll be my second bowl of dessert, Andrea.”

  “Oh, fuck Everett. Holy shit,” I groaned.

  “Mmm, so sweet for me.”

  I panted and bucked as his hands splayed my legs wide open. His mouth encompassed the excess of my thighs, sucking and nibbling and lapping at my skin. The heat of his body was too much, and I knew I’d never be able to keep my eyes on the movie. My hand fisted his hair, guiding him to where I wanted him most. And he was more than willing to follow my movements. His tongue cleaned my thighs, licking them of their sticky juices and their melted sprinkles.

  Then, his tongue slid between my pussy lips

  “Oh shit! Everett!”

  “I should do this combination more often,” he mumbled.

  The vibrations of his voice ricocheted throughout my body. His hands bent my legs back, opening my bare pussy up to the entire room. The glare of the television blanketed our bodies while his tongue swirled around my clit. And my body jumped. Wiggled. Writhed for his viewing pleasure. His lips puckered around my swollen nub, sucking on it while juices ran down into my pussy. His tongue rushed down and lapped at the sweetened goodness, scooping me onto his tongue and making a show of swallowing me down loudly.

  “Such a wonderful dessert,” he murmured.

  He kissed my thighs, giving my body time to rest before he dove back in.

  I bucked against his face. Coated his skin with tainted cherry juice as I rode his tongue. He flattened it against me. Stroked it against me. Slid it deep into my entrance and let my walls flutter around him. Electricity surged throughout my body, forcing sweat down my back as my toes curled. My ass jumped. My thighs contracted. I felt the whole of me soaring as he lapped at my pussy and backed off. Teased me until the point of no return before releasing me to my unfulfilled torture. It was sweet, sweet torture. The kind of torture I could handle for the rest of my life.

  “Everett, please,” I breathed.

  His movements stopped, and I whimpered at the loss of him.

  “What did you say?” he asked.

  I opened my eyes and looked down at him, taking in his glistening cheeks and his wet chin.

  “I need to come for you. Will you let me come?” I asked.

  A growl surrounded us before his fingertips pulled my pussy lips apart. He lapped up each side with his tongue, cleaning up the sweet, sweet mess he had made. My head fell back into the couch. Sweat permeated my brow. My hands weakened in his hair and they fell to my sides, no longer finding the energy to cling to him. Stars burst in my vision as his licking got closer. My hips rose to his face as his hands slid underneath my ass. He lifted my body to his mouth as if I were the last buffet he’d ever eat at, and he sank himself into me and shot me to the heavens.

  Fire surged through my veins as my back arched, and seconds later I was coming on his face.

  “Everett. Oh. Yes. Fuck. You. Feel. So—”

  He hummed into my pussy, drinking down the fluids I had for him and feasting on my taste. I fell to the couch. My entire body shook with exhaustion. Everett kissed my thighs and massaged my hips where his hands had curled in tight. I gasped for breath. I felt his hands press into the couch at my sides before he planted his lips slowly onto mine.

  And when he did, I felt myself come back to life.

  I thrust myself into him, tackling him to the floor as our tongues connected. The sweetness of the sprinkles and the cherries and my juices… it was all too much for me. My legs quivered as I ri
pped his clothes from him, stripping him bare before ripping off my own shirt. I wanted to feel all of him. Kiss every part of him. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine all throughout the night.

  But first, I wanted to return the favor.

  I kissed down his neck and nipped at his shoulder, causing groans to fall from his lips. My tongue darted out, sliding down the chiseled divots of the strength of his muscles. I felt his cock jumping against me. I felt his legs parting to accommodate my body. I kissed down his chest. Down his abs. Down his pelvis. Until my nose nuzzled against his dripping cock and his hand found its way into the tendrils of my hair.

  Then, I reached for the cherries.

  I held the jar up, enjoying watching his reactions. He hissed when the cool juices hit the tip of his cock and slid down the sides. I coated him in it. Drenched his balls in it. He shook as his eyes darted from the jar to me, no longer knowing what to focus on. I put the jar down and grabbed the sprinkles, coating his dick in their sweet little chunks. And once I was done with my masterpiece, I settled between his legs and threaded our fingers together.

  “Oh shit, Andrea. Are you going t—fuck!”

  I swallowed him down without a second thought. The beautiful sugars coating his dick mixed with his precum, creating the most tantalizing taste on the tip of my tongue. His head fell back to the floor and his hands tried to wiggle away from mine, but I wouldn’t let him. I held on as hard as I could, pinning the behemoth underneath me. I slowly stroked his aching cock with my lips. I gathered the sprinkles and the juices on my tongue as I swirled it around the head of his girth. He throbbed against my teeth. I felt him touch the back of my throat time and time again. His legs shook, and his hands clamped down onto mine. I slid my tongue down to clean his balls of the mess I had created.

  But when I wrapped my lips back around his dick, his hips thrusted into my face.

  “That’s right. Andrea. Fuck, don’t stop.”