Chapter Seven
Hadley
I’m tucked securely into the crook of Tucker’s arm as he drives down the road. Neither of us has said much since the wedding. It’s not about my new husband, but I’m trying to get my head around how much my life has changed over the last week and a half. I went from a shy virgin to a married woman in the blink of an eye.
My phone ringing breaks the silence, and I pull it out of my bag as quickly as I can. When my cousin’s name flashes across the screen, a flash of happiness fills my soul. It’s followed quickly by both sadness and anger. I was hoping it was my parents calling to tell me congratulations. I should have known better.
“It’s Tanya,” I tell Tucker before bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello.”
“Well, did you do it?” Tanya shouts, excitement filling her voice. “Are you officially Mrs. Sexy Pants yet?”
“Yeah, we did it.” Laughter bubbles past my lips as I add, “We just left the courthouse a few minutes ago.”
I wish my cousin had been able to come, but it was impossible. As soon as she got home, her mom loaded her and her younger brother in the car and headed for Cowan Lake State Park. They are spending the next two weeks lazing around on the lake and spending their nights in a tent. She offered to come up for the ceremony, but I told her not to. If we had done something bigger, she would have been by my side.
“Do you feel any different now that you’re not a Walsh anymore?” she asks, the sounds of a car honking nearly drowning her out.
“I don’t know, maybe,” I respond, looking over to Tucker. “Am I even a Brady now? I mean, do I have to fill out some paper or something to change my name officially, or does it just automatically switch? I’m not sure how all this works.”
His eyes cut to me before looking back at the road. “We can call the judge’s office to see if we need to do anything to get your name changed legally, but fuck yeah, you’re a Brady. You’re Mrs. Tucker Brady and will be until the day you die.”
Before I can respond, Tanya says, “Oh, your man’s voice is sexy as hell. I think I’m gonna like him.”
“You will,” I say, a smile playing on my lips. “He’s a good man.”
“I’m your good man.” Tucker wraps a hand around my bicep and gives it a tight squeeze, his eyes still on the road.
He stays quiet as my cousin and I finish our conversation. I’m just about to hang up the phone when he turns into his driveway. The drive is so long that I still can’t see the house. Open fields line each side of the road with a beautiful white fence separating the two. From a distance, I can see two horses racing up a hill. The sight is absolutely breathtaking.
“We’re nearly at Tucker’s house now, so I need to get off here,” I say, keeping my eyes glued to the horses.
After a quick goodbye, I hang up the phone and look over to Tucker. “You know, I’ve been to your place three times, but I’ve never been inside your house.”
“It isn’t just mine anymore,” he says with a smile. “It’s ours, and it always will be.”
I smile at him and go back to looking at the horses. The black beauty is now burrowing into the bay colored horse’s neck. The dark bay lifts its muzzle and rubs it against the black’s head. It almost looks as if they are kissing.
“Oh, look at those horses. Aren’t they just the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen?” I whisper more to myself than Tucker.
He slows the truck just a bit to look out the passenger side window. “They are, but not nearly as beautiful as you are.”
As we get to the end of the drive, my pulse starts to quicken. I may never get used to the beauty of the two-story colonial that sits right at the base of the hill. The wood siding is painted a crisp white, and the shutters are a deep gray. There are four bay windows on the bottom floor, pushing out into the wraparound porch. The upper level has nine long windows with a flower box sitting at the foot of each one.
My stomach starts to flutter as we pull to a stop near the front porch. I know we will be having sex as soon as we get inside. The thought makes me feel both excited and nervous. Even though we’ve been sleeping together for more than a week, this time will be different. This time, we’ll be making love as husband and wife.
As soon as he cuts off the truck, he pulls his arms from around my shoulder and clicks my seatbelt open. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s go see our house.”
I slide out of the truck, following him quickly up the steps. As soon as he swings open the door, a gasp rushes past my lips. The interior is absolutely stunning. The front door opens just left of the stairway with intricately etched spindles lining its rails. Even the entryway is massive, larger than our living room at my parents’ house. It looks like the room could have been featured in a home and garden magazine.
The walls are covered with a deep burgundy and cream striped wallpaper. The floors are covered in shining mahogany wood. A dark brown loveseat sits near the back wall with a brass floor lamp sitting to its right. An obviously antique roll-top desk sits near the base of the stairs with a weathered chair pushed under it.
“You like it?” he asks, pulling me to the stairs.
I nod, still taking in the room. “It’s beautiful.”
He leans down, brushes his lips over mine, and starts dragging me up the stairs. “I know a room you will like even better.”
As he pulls me upstairs, I catch a glimpse of the picture frames hanging on the walls. Most are filled with photos of Tucker and Major through the years. A few include who I assume are Tucker’s parents. There are even a couple of three nearly identical boys standing side by side. I guess the other boy is Gunnar, the third brother.
By the time we reach the landing of the second floor, I’m nearly out of breath. Tucker doesn’t seem to notice as he rushes me down the hallway. When he opens the last door on the left, he pulls me inside and slams it shut.
The room is masculine but also beautiful. The walls are covered in rich wood that is just a shade lighter than the mahogany wood on the floor. A plush fur rug is thrown on the floor, just in front of the fireplace that takes up most of the far wall. What draws my attention the most is the huge bed that sits proudly at the center of the wall to my right.
Tucker is already pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as he says, “As beautiful as you look with that dress on you, I’d rather see what you’ve got on underneath it.”
My eyes travel down to the large bulge in his black slacks, and a smile spreads across my lips. “Someone’s excited, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” Tucker growls, pushing his dress shirt off his broad shoulders. “I’m ready to fuck my wife.”
The sight of his bare chest causes me to let out a quiet moan. The smooth planes of his pecs, his rippling abs, and the hint of a V just above his pants has moisture pooling between my legs. I’ll never get used to how sexy Tucker is, with or without clothes.
“You have entirely too many clothes on,” Tucker says as he walks over, gets down on his knees in front of me, and starts to unbuckle my shoes.
Lifting one foot at a time, while holding on to his shoulders, I let him pull my shoes off. “I could’ve done that.”
“Next time you wear these, I want you to leave them on while I fuck you,” he says as he walks me backward to the door.
I don’t respond. There are no words needed; we both know I’ll do anything he asks. I simply reach down and run my hands through his chestnut-colored locks. The silky strands wrap around my finger as I scrape my nails over his scalp.
His hands wander under my dress to slowly pull my panties down my legs. When they get to the floor, I lift my feet and step out of them. He tosses them to the side, leans forward, and brushes a soft kiss over the inside of my right thigh. He does the same to the left, causing my core to ache for the same attention.
He doesn’t disappoint, pushing my dress up my hips and placing a kiss at the top of my mound. His tongue sweeps out to tickle my clit. I moan as he gently suckles the sensitive nub. A finger works its way through my folds and sinks deep inside me. Just as my pussy starts to pulsate, he pulls back and stands up.
“I’ve been waiting to be in your sweet pussy all damn day,” he states, placing his lips against mine. “I want you to come on my cock, not in my mouth.”
The words have barely left his mouth before he has his pants undone. Tucker doesn’t bother pushing them down; he just lets them sag enough to pull out his gorgeous cock. He then bends down enough to grab the back of my thighs and lifts me up, placing my back against the door and forcing me to wrap my legs around him.
His hard cock is rubbing against my core, pulling another moan from deep within me. Unable to stop myself, I worm my hand between our bodies and grasp his hard length. I stroke my hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the feel of his silky skin. I run my thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum seeping out over his tip.
Tucker growls, causing his chest to vibrate and jerks my hand away. Lining himself up with my entrance, he fills me with one swift thrust. The shock of his invasion causes me to gasp as my hands lock around his neck. His lips meet mine as he strokes in and out, going as deep as possible each time.
As the pleasure quickly builds, I realize something is different. “You’re not wearing a condom.”
“I know,” he groans, sucking my bottom lip between his lips and quickly letting it go. “And it feels fucking amazing.”
Tucker has always worn a condom while we were having sex. He talked to me about birth control after our third time together. I told him that I have never been on any form of birth control because there was no need. I had planned to go to the doctor when I went back home. Guess that’s not going to happen now.
He promised he has never been with a woman without covering up. He also told me that he requires all of the farmhands have a physical once a year, including himself and his brother. His physical was only a week or two before we met. He was clean then and hasn’t been with anyone but me since. Still, that doesn’t take care of an unwanted pregnancy.
“You have to pull out before you…” My words are lost as he hits a sweet spot. “I could get pregnant.”
Instead of doing as he’s told, his thrusts speed up. “Good.”
I’m so far gone by this point, I no longer care. Our tongues mate as one, while our bodies do the same. I know it won’t be long before the pleasure overtakes me. Trying to meet each of his thrusts, I rotate my hips to get a little friction where I need it most.
As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one of my legs and puts his hand between our bodies. His fingers find my clit, giving it a brutal twist. With that, I throw my head against the door and scream out my release. He pounds into me, over and over, drawing out my orgasm. A minute later, he pushes in deep and holds still.
He buries his face into my hair and groans loudly, his warm cum filling me. “Damn it, darlin’. Your cunt feels like fucking heaven.”
Before I can catch my breath to reply, there’s a hard knock on the door behind me. “Tucker, supper is ready. When you get done, come down and eat.”
We both stay silent for a moment, until the sound of feet walking away hits our ears. Slowly, he pulls out and puts me back on my feet. As soon as he does, he starts straightening my dress.
“Who was that?” I ask, not knowing if I should be angry or embarrassed.
He buttons his pants as he answers, “It was Mom.”
That was what I was afraid his answer would be. I knew Tucker’s mother lived with him and had done so since his father passed away. The fact I have yet to meet her has worried me a bit. When she didn’t show up at the wedding, that worry turned into a tingle of fear. Now, both of those feelings are replaced with total humiliation.
“I thought you said she was spending the weekend with your aunt.” My words come out in a rush as I run across the room to try to straighten my hair.
“My aunt was here when I left this morning,” he replies, running a hand over his face. “I even put her bag in the car myself.”
“Then why is she here?” I ask, tears of embarrassment filling my eyes.
Granted, I knew we would have sex with her in the house at some point. There’s no way Tucker would drag me out to his truck every time he wanted some. Still, loud sex against the door was not the first impression I wanted to make on my mother-in-law. Not only that, this is my wedding night. A little privacy doesn’t seem like too much to ask.
“She probably changed her mind and decided to stay home and make us a wedding dinner,” he says, pulling his shirt on. “Mom has never liked staying the night away from home.”
I pull in a breath in an attempt to calm my nerves and walk over to a double door that I assume leads into the bathroom. Opening it, I see I’m right. Shutting it behind me, I do a quick clean up and dry the tears from my face. I look into the mirror and wipe off the smudged lipstick staining my chin.
“I can’t believe she heard us having sex,” I whisper, walking out of the bathroom.
Tucker walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my chest flush to his. “She’s gonna have to get used to it or find a place of her own.”
With that, he kisses the top of my head and lets me go. After a quick pat on my ass, he turns away and walks back to the door. Looking over his shoulder to make sure I’m ready, he turns the knob and steps into the hallway.
He smiles and holds his hand out in my direction. “Come on, darlin’. It’s time for you to meet Mom.”
I follow him down the stairs, my heart pounding ferociously with each step. When we hit the landing, the sound of her moving around the room to my left hits my ears. As we step into the formal dining room, I don’t have a chance to take in the gorgeous furniture or beautiful white wainscoting. Instead, my eyes are glued to my mother-in-law. She is staring right back, a glare etched on her face.
“Mom, this is your new daughter, Hadley,” Tucker introduces me while giving my hand a squeeze. “Darlin’, this is my mom, Doris.”
“Hello,” I mumble, pasting on a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
She lets out a very unladylike grunt and jerks her eyes to Tucker. “We need to eat before it gets cold.”
With that, she sits down and starts filling her plate. There’s no hello, not even a quick hi. She’s already made her mind up about me, and her opinion is anything but good. I let out a sigh, taking my seat, wondering how the hell I’m going to get this woman to like me.