Part 3

My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I opened the family chat Wilder had created years ago.

02:45 Wilder: I’ve been waiting all night to do this. 

02:45 Wilder: I’ve got a good one.

02:46 Saint: Give it your best shot.

02:46 Niko: Why the fuck are you texting so early?

02:46 Wilder: Did I interrupt sexy time with your hand, Nikki?

02:47 Niko: Fuck off

02:47 Saint: Just tell him to go ahead so we can all sleep.

02:47 Niko: Go ahead, Wildy

02:48 Wilder: Okay, okay

02:48 Wilder: Why don’t melons ever get married?

02:49 Saint: No clue, wild thing.

02:49 Elian: What the fuck is wrong with you?

02:49 Wilder: Oh goodie, Ellie joined the party.

02:49 Niko: Just tell us, fuck face!

02:49 Wilder: Do you have to be so mean?

02:49 Saint: Ffs

02:50 Wilder: Fine, fine

02:50 Wilder: Because they cantaloupe … get it?

02:50 Elian: That’s not even funny.

02:50 Saint: It’s a little funny.

02:50 Wilder: Thank you, Saint, you beautiful man.

02:50 Niko: Cantaloupe? How is that funny?

02:51 Wilder: Cantaloupe … can’t elope … fuck. I need new friends.

I snorted and exited the group chat. I quickly changed back into the sweatpants I’d worn earlier and slid into bed. The five hours in the car had helped, but I was still tired. I closed my eyes, knowing I wouldn’t sleep past 7 a.m.

Wilder woke me by humping my upper thighs, moaning my name and gripping his own chest. I groaned as the motion of Wilder’s rocking made me feel seasick for a few seconds.

“Get the fuck off me, Bishop,” I said.

“Oh boy, using my first name like that only means you haven’t been getting any,” he said.

“Neither have you. Hudson already told me you’ve been jerking off to my pictures, crying into your pillow every night.”

Wilder barked out a rough laugh and his hand landed on my ass. Hard. “Don’t get a stiffy … don’t get a stiffy … aah shit, I got a stiffy.”

“Wilder! Get your fucking stiffy away from my ass!”

“Don’t play coy now, you shouldn’t have clenched your ass like that. You know it makes me hard.”

“Wilder, I swear … I’ll fucking hurt you,” I said.

“Threatening me with a good time, SV, I like it.” He shifted off me and I turned on my back, glaring at him with a cold look that he ignored.

“The ever gorgeous Rafaella said to get your fine ass down for breakfast,” he said.

“Have they told you what’s happening with us?”

Wilder frowned. “Is there something happening with us?”

I grinned. “They haven’t told you shit. We’re going to take over Briarwood. Aaron’s staying here because Ethan thinks you’ll corrupt his innocent boy with your Hudson ways. Honor and Arya are coming with us.”

Wilder turned away, and adjusted himself in his pants. “Fuck me. Gage agreed to that shit?”

“I’ll tell you everything later. I need to put some clothes on and get rid of this morning wood you left me with,” I said and got to my feet.

Wilder’s laugh was loud, sounding more like something resembling a panda in distress. “Seems like I wasn’t the only one crying into my pillow.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Before you go to your happy place, why did the banana go out with the prune?”

“I don’t know, Wilder.”

“Because it couldn’t find a date.” Wilder sniggered as he closed the door behind him and I shook my head, a smile appearing on my face.

When I had showered, brushed my teeth, and gotten dressed, I headed down to the formal dining room, knowing that everyone would be gathered for breakfast. I hadn’t been home in months and I knew my mother’s fingers would itch to cut my long hair.

“ … I won’t be a bad influence, Ethan, I’ll teach Aaron all about safe sex and the right hole to use.”

“Fuck me,” Cooper said, and lowered his head to the table. “I fucking hate you, Hudson.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t just bust a nut at that comment. I remember that day fondly. You were screaming like a little bitch,” Hudson said.

“There’s something wrong with all three of you,” Ethan said as he glared at Wilder. “And you aren’t teaching my son anything.”

“Ethan … I’m sure Aaron knows enough,” Dominic said, and I grinned.

“I’m sitting right here,” Aaron said and smirked. “I wouldn’t say I know enough, I mean, I know a lot, but how much is really enough?”

Ethan shook his head and Hudson threw an arm around Aaron’s shoulders. “I’ll take you out one night.”

“No!” It was a chorus of everyone else in the dining room and Hudson laughed loudly, not in the least offended.

“Good morning,” I said, and headed to where my mother was seated. I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tightly.

“I’m glad you’re home, Saint, though I hear you’ll be leaving again in a few weeks.”

“It’s what Father wants.”

My mother, Rafaella, gave my father a not so subtle glare and I grinned. My father seemed unfazed, like only he could and chuckled. “I’m also cutting your hair before you set foot out of this house.”

“Of course, Mother.”

The voices quieted down, and Dominic said grace before everyone started dishing up for themselves. Dominic smirked at me and I closed my eyes. “You should tell your mother all about your adventures at Brown, since the fear of a pregnant girl had you pissing your pants the entire way home.”

“I was not pissing my pants,” I said. Rafaella’s gaze bore a hole in the side of my face, but I kept my eyes on my father.

“Perhaps your father has an old NDA lying around from his whoring days,” Rafaella said, not missing a beat.

Hudson’s fist slammed into the table a few times, his laughter growing louder. “And that is why you’ll always be the only woman I truly love.”

“Fuck off, Hudson.”

I looked my father in the eye. “So … do you?”

“You can fuck right off, too,” Dominic said. Rafaella smiled sweetly at him and his eyes softened.

“Guess Dominic will show you his dominant side a bit later,” Hudson murmured with a grin.

“Or he’ll show it to you,” Cooper said.

“Or I’ll show you mine.”

“Can we please not,” Ethan said with a sigh.

“It’s a mystery how I managed to turn out so normal,” Wilder said. Everyone erupted into loud laughter. It was clear who his biological father was. Bishop Wilde-McClaren had his father’s russet colored hair and wild eyes, but Cooper’s influence was strong as well. Wilder had a sharp wit and he really didn’t care what anyone thought of him.