Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

She obeyed instantly, as he knew she would. “Yes, Sir.” The tremble of her lips pleased him, though his cock didn’t seem to give a damn. Shit. Shelby had been a fun morsel who he and Wade had enjoyed many times at the club. He touched her naked neckline. Still no collar, no claim.

The woman in front of him might be just what he needed to get his mind off of Mackenzie and back onto finding out who was trying to gobble up his family land and fortune. His dick would come around eventually. Being only thirty-one, he’d never had need of Viagra to get hard. Whatever impact Mackenzie was having on him and his brother, a quick fuck would fix it. Had to.

He cupped Shelby’s chin. “You’re coming with me to the club, missy.”

“B–But…”

“But what?”

“I came with a couple of friends. They’re expecting me to ride home with them.”

By her tone, he knew these were women and not men. “You’ll be riding something else tonight, missy. Go tell them you’ve got other plans. Then meet me out front. Understand?”

She nodded but didn’t move.

He grinned and subtly pinched her nipples through her blouse. No one around them seemed to notice when she let out a little yelp.

“Don’t make me wait, Shelby.” He released her tips and watched the sub race off to her friends. His cock still wasn’t impressed with his plan. Fuck.

He reached for his keys in his jeans’ pocket and glanced back at her. His hunger for Mackenzie hollowed out his insides. Wade stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. He imagined her bound between him and his twin, her ass a nice pink from his favorite paddle, her lusty scent wafting up to his nostrils, her eyes unfocused in incredible pleasure.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was leaving with Wade. Mission accomplished. But instead of feeling pleased with the result, a possessive streak shot through him like a missile. Mine. Not Wade’s. Mine.

Am I losing my mind? He’d spent his whole life in Wilde. He’d always known that one day he and his twin would take a wife. Together. That was the Wilde way. Always had been. That was his family’s way. Always had been. That was what he and Wade had agreed on, though they both had confessed to each other that they preferred it happen many years down the road. Perhaps when they turned forty.

What was different now? Only one thing. Her.

When he saw Wade and Mackenzie walk out the door together, leaving the mansion, the urge to rush to them was overwhelming.

He closed his eyes and forced his will into submission. His breath and pulse slowed even though his lust boiled in his veins.

Mackenzie was in trouble. Austin was onto something. Why was she here in Wilde? Why did she stay? This was an impending train wreck, and if he didn’t leave the tracks soon, he and Wade might have more to deal with than just losing their land. But it wasn’t in him to walk away from her. He needed to know more, but even more, at the very center of his being, he needed her.

Shelby came up to him. “I’m ready to go, Sir.”

Anger and dread welled up inside him, not for this sub, but for something else, something difficult to put his finger on. As cute as Shelby was, she wasn’t the woman he wanted to be with tonight. There would be no fucking for him this evening. His dick wasn’t about to cooperate, and even if it was, he wasn’t having any of it.

Why?

Feelings were something he understood quite well in trainees and used to his advantage to get them to a state of submission. It was his own feelings that stumped him most of the time. He did have them, but they often seemed distant and abstract. He was practical and logical. What was it about Mackenzie that was impacting his mental state so strongly?

Only thing to do was to run this sub through some training. With his mind fixed on Mackenzie, there would be no sex tonight with Shelby, but a paddle in his hand might clear his head. Might.

Chapter Four

In a dark corner of the Wilde Mansion stood a man respected in the community. He intently watched the only remaining Masters twin exit with the ditzy blonde. The two brot

hers were playing into his hand perfectly.

The outsider, Mackenzie, was a bit of a mystery. He knew full well that she wasn’t here by happenstance. The investigators he’d put on her scent had yet to find anything on her. In fact, she didn’t even exist in the cyber world, which meant she was either on the run or was searching for something or someone. She didn’t have the demeanor of a federal agent but she did have some guts. That was evident. His mouth had watered the moment he’d seen her at Norma’s. Her long legs were exquisitely tanned. Full breasts. Flowing hair. Fucking her would be a delight, and he would fuck her. He might even take her down to his basement for his special brand of fun.

Maybe. Maybe soon even.

Playing it cool was his trump card, even though everything about her called to him. But until he knew her real story, he wasn’t about to risk all he’d worked for.

His plan was on track sans the one thing—the guy chained up in his house. Not a problem for him, actually quite enjoyable, though the prick did have incredible willpower. He’d known after only a couple of weeks the sweet morsel didn’t have anything on him or his bosses. If the guy had anything sensitive, his cohort would’ve already showed up at his front door with guns blazing.

But no one had come.