Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

She dropped her gaze from his and her lush lips parted, forming her mouth into a pretty circle. “What do you mean? ‘We?’ You and Wyatt?”

Her secret suffering seemed to bubble to the surface. He was filled with a crushing need to take away her pain. His self-control—which was so steady, so trusted, so ever present—nearly crumbled whenever he was close to her. Nearly. God, how he wanted to throw her over his shoulder, take her straight to his and Wyatt’s cabin, strip her, and drown her with so much pleasure that she screamed her surrender. But he sensed that wasn’t what she needed…not now anyway.

“You’ve got secrets, sweetheart.” Her face gave clues that he was right. If he had any chance of uncovering her mystery, he would need to keep her off-balance. “Secrets that we’ll get to the bottom of no matter how long it takes.” If that meant paddling her sweet behind until it was a beautiful pink, so much the better for him.

She tilted her head up and looked him directly in the eyes. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

Most of the single women in town would’ve bent over backward—literally—for a chance at having him and his brother’s time. Not her, which in the oddest way made her more alluring.

Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. The top of her dress tightly embraced her chest, allowing him to enjoy her perfectly ample breasts. Her cleavage tempted him until he could feel his balls grow heavy with lust. The choice of her attire, though somewhat revealing, held mystery and promise. He would tower over her by more than a foot. Every inch of her kept him enthralled. No use trying to resist her allure. He would love to devour her right here, right now. An audience would just heighten the fun. But fun wasn’t what she needed. He knew what was best for her, and whatever it took to wipe away her invisible agony, he would do.

She sipped on the margarita he’d brought her. Her thick lips touching the salty rim of the glass transfixed h

im. When she glanced to her left, he broke his stare and looked the same direction. When he saw whom she’d spotted, his gut tightened. Austin Wilde.

Fuck.

He frowned. She couldn’t be mixed up with him? Austin was married. That was a miracle any way it got sliced. If anyone had asked him a few months ago if the eldest Wilde son would’ve ever settled down with a woman, Wade, and everyone else with a brain in town, would’ve said absolutely “no.” But Austin had beaten the odds and had landed Jessie. Good for him. Then why did the sudden possessive streak shoot through him when Mackenzie looked at Austin? He wasn’t sure. Austin might be capable of a lot of things, but he’d never cheat on Jessie.

“What’s bothering you, cowboy?” Mackenzie asked, pulling him back to the here and now.

“Not a thing, sweetheart. Why so interested in Austin Wilde? You do know he’s unavailable?”

Her face clouded once again to the point he could nearly feel her buried distress. “Why? You jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? Look at me.” He motioned for her to take a long hard look. “Have you ever seen a better example of male perfection?” Teasing her was fun. Teasing her sexually would be pure joy.

“Wade Masters, someone should teach you a lesson.” Mackenzie smiled, and his lust heated to a boil. She was sexy as hell.

His cock enlarged. In his entire life, he’d never gotten that hard that fast. Ever. Each time he got within striking distance of her, his judgment seemed to go haywire. He and his twin should’ve been singularly focused on one thing—bringing down whoever was screwing with the lien on their family ranch. But he couldn’t seem to keep his head in the game.

“May I have your attention?” Mrs. Mary Wilde held a microphone and was waving everyone quiet. Beside her were a smiling Charly and Jessie, who was shaking her head. “If you’re not in the ballroom, please come now for a special announcement. Maude, get up here.” The woman motioned for her sister, who was also the mother of the grooms-to-be, to come to the stage. The four ladies on the platform huddled together, muttering something to each other. After that, the group embraced, tears streaming down their faces.

“I wonder what the big news is?” a woman near them whispered to her two men.

“Me, too,” Mackenzie said to him.

He leaned into Mackenzie, inhaling her scent of honey and daffodils. “Lucky for us, we’re already in the ballroom and close to the stage.”

“I would’ve been home and in bed by now if you hadn’t insisted I stay. I’m going to be dead on my feet tomorrow.”

He grabbed her hand and squeezed. “I’m glad you stayed.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice, cowboy. Why don’t you call me ‘Mac’ like everyone else in town? I’ve asked you to, but you and your brother refuse.”

“I don’t give a damn what everyone else calls you. You’ll never be ‘Mac’ to us, sweetheart. That sounds like a guy’s name, and you, sweetheart, are definitely not a guy. You’re one hundred and ten percent female, and the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen, too. You’re Mackenzie.”

“Whatever.” She looked down, but he spotted the corner of her lips curl up. As he suspected, she was pleased with his and Wyatt’s choice of name for her.

As the rest of the guests crowded into the large room, he kept his arm around Mackenzie protectively. It wasn’t something he even really thought of. It was more instinct than anything else and definitely where she belonged.

For tonight at least, she was his.

A drunken cowboy bumping into her would find himself on the ground with some broken bones. Any single man looking at her with lust would end up with raw steak on his eyes before the night was through at best—at worst, a night in the hospital in Elko.

He’d never felt so possessive of any woman before. Why? What was it about her that drew out his most basic instinct to have, to control, to dominate?

He and Wyatt were the playboys of Wilde. Always had been. The Masters’ Chambers was their domain, and they ruled over the unattached subs with fervor. But he’d never felt like this with any of them. Strange.