Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

Without hesitation, he grasped both sides of her face and turned her to him. “I will help you find your brother, sweetheart, and not just me but Wyatt, too. But you will not continue this investigation alone. Understand?”

She grabbed his hands and tried to pull them free of her cheeks. Of course she failed. “What if I’ve made a mistake? What if I can’t trust you?”

“Have I given you any reason not to trust me?”

She blinked but didn’t answer.

He continued, hoping to drive his point home. “Search

ing for your brother alone is too much for one person, even a loving sister.”

A sob escaped Mackenzie’s lips.

“Austin is dangerous.” Wade had known Austin his whole life. He could be a ruthless bastard when it came to business, but he knew Austin wouldn’t be involved with drugs or missing people. He actually trusted the man, but she obviously didn’t. If that tidbit helped him get her to open up, he would use it to his advantage. Once he had her full trust, he would bring her around to see the Wilde brother the way he did. “You may have many talents, but so does Austin. If he catches you snooping around his computer, he’ll have you tied up and screaming before you know he’s even coming.”

Her eyes grew wide as she considered his words.

Imagining her tied up got his cock throbbing and his balls aching. “You need me and Wyatt. Wilde isn’t like any other place in the world. Trust me.”

For a moment, he thought she would say something. Instead, she closed her eyes and let go of his hands.

“I’m here for you.” He leaned in and kissed her eyes, hoping to ease her worry.

He pulled away and smoothed her hair back from her face. Wade knew right then that even if he had to move heaven and earth, he would not fail her. He’d help her find her missing brother, and if he was dead, Wade vowed to be there for her to pick up the pieces. He resumed kissing her, intensifying his mouth’s assault. Time to overwhelm her, to take away the pain, to make her succumb to his whims. Pleasure was a powerful tool, and he knew just how to use it.

Her little trembles were proof that she was responding just as he desired. She needed relief from her suffering. As his lust thundered inside him for satiation, he knew his intentions weren’t all selfless. As her long eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, drawing him in more, he felt unleashed and hungry.

He undid the zipper of her jeans, moving his hands until he felt the silk of her panties and was rewarded with a shiver and the tiniest moan. She was uncertain and hesitant. Made sense. Mackenzie clearly wasn’t unfamiliar with the bedroom, but she wasn’t an expert either. He would venture she’d only had a handful of boyfriends, and the relationships probably hadn’t lasted more than a couple of months, if that long. She was the type of woman who needed a mix of coaxing and wooing to trust enough to let a man touch her so intimately. But with the danger her brother had apparently stepped in, time was a luxury Wade didn’t have. He pulled her jeans to her ankles but was careful to let her panties remain in place.

“Wade, this is too fast.”

He kissed her silent. “No. You need this more than you know, sweetheart, and I’ve been dreaming about this for far too long. Now is the time for me to taste all of you.”

He placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, urging her to part her legs for him. At first, she resisted, but he was not deterred and began massaging her legs gently with his hands. Slowly she relaxed and her thighs drifted apart. His fingers eased under her panties and found her slick folds. He loved his treasure, her moistness. He licked his lips in anticipation. The thought of tasting her pussy caused his blood to pulse hard and fast.

“I shouldn’t do this. Not with Trent still—”

“You’re not alone, Mackenzie. I’m here. You need this. Trust me. Just for now, let me take all your worry. Trust me.” He planted a kiss on her mouth. “Trust me.” The next kiss landed on her neck. He pulled her green shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. “Trust me.”

“Oh God.”

“Trust me, Mackenzie. I’m here.” Pushing aside her bra, he sucked on her left nipple until he could almost feel her pulse in the tip. “Trust me.” He breathed the two syllables on her right nipple before licking it into submission. Wade wanted to quiet her mind and ease her fear. Where he touched her, he could feel her temperature rising. His cock stretched even more, and he felt heat in his veins.

“I do need this. God forgive me.”

Her suffering sliced him in pieces. “Trust me.”

“I will, cowboy, for tonight.”

It would have to suffice, for now. “Sweetheart, do you like me touching you?”

“Yes.”

His balls grew even heavier, making him grit his teeth. Could he really keep the dark lust that beat inside him at bay? Vanilla wasn’t his norm. Never had been. But she wasn’t ready. Training subs was his and Wyatt’s specialty, but Mackenzie might be a sub or might not be. His gut told him she was, but she wasn’t ready for any kind of training tonight. She needed only to feel safe and secure, to feel pleasure, to let go of the very first levels of resistance. If he came on über-Dom, she would be lost to him and to herself. He had to be vanilla all the way tonight. But vanilla didn’t have to mean boring. No way. She deserved more from him.

Wade moved down from her mouth to her shoulders, licking the entire way.

“F–Feels good.”