Page 15 of The Rancher Married the Wrong Sister (Billionaires of Evergreen, Texas #13)

"Oh my!" Sandra looked at her daughter-in-law admiringly. "Fifty-six in all, and you've only been here for two hours." She glanced back at the bouquets, which all had lovely-looking cards that could only contain the most interesting messages.

The curiosity on her mother-in-law's face was more than evident, and Charlee-Mae said with a laugh, "You can read them if you want, Maman. "

"Well, if you insist..."

Charlee-Mae couldn't help grinning. She hadn't actually insisted, but it was fun all the same to watch the older woman hurrying towards the bouquets and excitedly opening the sealed cards one by one.

Sandra showed Charlee-Mae a card that had two girls on the cover.

"This one is asking you to be her Galentine's date. "

"Oh, I think that's possible—-" Charlee-Mae saw Philippe look at her sharply. "I can't?"

"What the hell is a Galentine's date?"

"It's for two gals ," she explained with a laugh. "So there's no need to be jealous, mon bébé ."

"I was not jealous," Philippe denied even as the tension visibly eased from the rigid set of his broad shoulders.

"You might be with this one," his own mother told him cheerfully as she held out another card. "This man says your wife is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life, and he would be absolutely honored to have her as his Valentine's."

"Aww, bless that man, whoever he is—-"

His wife suddenly burst to her feet, and Philippe scowled. If she thought he would let her keep that fucking card just because a fan had sent it to her—-

"I think I just saw my favorite plant," Charlee-Mae exclaimed.

"A plant? " Sandra's curiosity was piqued. "Not flowers?"

" Oui, Maman . Come see."

Philippe's lip curled as both women oohed and aahed over what only seemed like a bunch of leaves to him. How the fuck could his wife like—-

"Oh my." Sandra's attention was caught by an intricately cut card peeking out from another bouquet. "This is so pretty, and oh, look, ma fille ..." She showed the card to her daughter-in-law. "He even wrote you a poem!"

Charlee-Mae was touched. "Bless him!"

Sandra suddenly spied a small card buried in Cha-Cha's favorite plant and fished it out. "This one says... Aishiteiru? "

"Aww!"

If his wife was going to bless another man one more time—-

"Bless that dear, dear man."

Sandra happened to glance at her son at that moment, and a laugh escaped her when she saw him gnashing his teeth upon hearing his wife describe another man as 'dear'. "Are you alright, mon fils ?"

The question startled Charlee-Mae into looking at her husband. "Is something wrong?"

" Tout va bien." Everything's fine . "I am just watching my wife enjoy other men's packages—- "

Sandra choked back a laugh.

"And it is making me think my own package may also be enjoyed by other women—-" Philippe had not yet finished speaking when Charlee-Mae suddenly dropped the bouquet she was holding like it had turned into a hot potato that could burn her hands.

"You are very mistaken, mon bébé," Charlee-Mae declared earnestly. "I'm only looking at their, err, packages because I think it's so silly!"

"Ah bon?" Is that so?

His wife nodded vehemently. "It is silly, that they could even think their packages could tempt me away from yours!"

"It seemed exactly the case earlier," he drawled.

"And I also told you earlier—-"

His wife's tone was so convincingly pious, Philippe had to swiftly press his lips together in an effort to suppress his smile.

"You are mistaken. And to prove this, mon bébé- —"

Philippe shifted in his seat. Even though he knew his wife was deliberately using all of these French endearments to sweet-talk her way out of trouble, her horrible accent was still the turn-on it always was, and he was now more aroused than jealous.

Charlee-Mae gestured to the bouquets that had now taken over their suite. "I’ll leave it to you to deal with all of these as you wish."

"Gladly."

Her husband answered so promptly that it left her blinking, and she could only gape as Philippe began taking out all of the cards and tearing them into pieces before throwing everything into the trash bin.

Once done, her husband turned to her, saying generously, "You are free to enjoy everything now, mon coeur. Just imagine that they are all from me."

The words made Sandra and Charlee-Mae laugh, and seeing the two most important women in his life having fun together had Philippe realizing a grim truth.

This was how he wanted his future to look like, but there was still a chance he could lose his wife, if he continued to lie to her about how their marriage had begun.

It was sometime after lunch when Sandra excused herself to have a little nap, and as soon as Charlee-Mae found herself alone with her husband—-

He raised a brow at her. "Any thoughts on what we shall do with ourselves?"

"Mm..."

"Would you like to play chess?" he deadpanned.

"I'd rather play with you, monsieur."

Philippe snatched her into his arms without another word, and Charlee-Mae's giggle was quickly stifled as his mouth took hers in a blatantly hungry kiss that had her instantly wet and writhing in his arms.

Clothes were removed in a hurry, and they didn't make it in the bedroom. Charlee-Mae, her body already crying out for her husband's possession, bent over the back of the couch and begged without shame. "Please, mon homme! "

He had meant to take his time making love to her, but as always, his wife's terrible accent proved irresistible, and Philippe grabbed her hips from behind before shoving his cock into her pussy in one forceful thrust.

"Philippe!"

Hearing his wife cry his name out had Philippe involuntarily tightening his grip on her hips as he pounded into her harder and faster.

He could feel her pussy already tightening with each thrust of his cock, and the sensation made his entire body clench and ache at the same time.

He tried to make it last, but when he heard his wife pant out in French—-

"Je t'aime, mon Dieu, je t'aime—-"

A shudder rocked his powerful frame, and he heard Charlee-Mae gasp just as both of them started to cum.

It was a feeling like no other, a feeling he knew he could never experience with anyone else, and as his wife's body continued to tremble under him, her pussy doing its best to take in all of his cum—-

"I love you, Mrs. DeRose."

Charlee-Mae burst into tears, which had her husband laughing softly even as he gently lifted her off her feet.

With their bodies still intimately joined, he carried her to their bedroom, but instead of going straight to bed, Philippe positioned them in front of the full-length mirror in the en-suite.

Oh my Lord!

It almost felt sinful to stare at how her pussy had swallowed the entire length of his cock, with her legs splayed so widely open in front of the mirror.

"Ready for Round 2, mon ceour ?"

Charlee-Mae couldn't answer, with her husband already using his strength to have her bouncing up and down his engorged cock, and oh God, oh Lord, oh Jesus, this feeling of being repeatedly impaled by Philippe's enormous member was just too, too much—-

She came with a cry, and she came even harder when she felt Philippe's mouth latch to the side of her neck and suck hungrily as he exploded inside of her.

Charlee-Mae had always imagined that once she became a married woman, she would want to have sex endlessly because she had over three decades to make up for.

Philippe, however, taught her otherwise, and by the end of "Round 4", she was forced to beg for respite and was already asleep even before her head had hit the pillow.

It was a few minutes past seven in the evening when Charlee-Mae woke, and on the bedside table was a little package (the word had Charlee-Mae snickering), along with another handwritten note from her husband.

Call me when you wake. Je t'aime.

~ P

Charlee-Mae's face broke into a smile. She was right, after all.

Philippe had just been a little reserved the first time, not wanting to make her feel pressured into expressing her own feelings.

But because he now knew how much she loved him, this in turn allowed her husband to finally say those three little words.

The package contained what turned out to be her replacement phone, and she was surprised but pleased to see all of her data restored as well. All of the names in her contact list, the photos and videos she had taken - everything was there...and then some.

Her lips curved as she found Philippe's name listed as 'Mon Mari', which of course translated to 'my husband'. She was about to hit Call when a new email came in, and her brows shot up when she saw that it was from the sister-in-law she had yet to meet.

The email only contained an attachment, an audio file that she did not hesitate to play.

'Bonjour, Greta.'

She had no trouble recognizing her husband's voice, which she privately considered was the most beautiful voice in the world.

'Bonjour, mon chéri.'

By the time the recording ended, Charlee-Mae was pale and unsmiling, and her fingers shook as she made a call...to Charlotte.