Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

“I will, but please make love to me. I have to have you inside me.”

He moved his cock an inch into her pussy. “Like this.”

“Ohhhh. Yes. Please. More.”

She shifted ever so slightly but didn’t move into him. Her urges were strong but she held them back to please him. He wanted her to try but to eventually fail, to succumb to absolute wantonness. How fun it would be to strap her to a spanking bench to find out what other limits he could stretch inside her.

“How about another inch into that sweet, tight pussy?” Heat rolled through him as he contained his own urges to only a fraction of what they screamed for in the back of his head. His cock throbbed and his balls ached as he felt her inner walls tighten on him.

“Yes, God!”

Lust urged him to go deeper, faster, but he resisted. Her reaction, her passion, her pants to his deliberate, slow motion were a multiplier to the inferno raging inside him. More. He, too, wanted more.

“What do you need, sweetheart? What can I do to make you happy?” He already knew but wanted to hear it from her lush lips.

Her legs were wrapped around his body, and her fingernails raked his back. “Please, I want all of it.”

He could no longer hesitate, lost to his own need to possess, to claim her. He plunged his whole cock deep into her pussy.

Her fingernails sank into his shoulders. “Yes. Yes. God, yes.”

Like a red flag to a charging bull, her screams called to his hunger. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, pounding her tight sex relentlessly, one lusty stroke after another. An upsurge of visceral hunger spread over him, ending at the base of his dick.

“You like me inside you?” he asked.

She panted. “Yes.”

He increased his pace, filling her tight pussy with his entire dick again and again. His throat vibrated with an unreleased growl.

“Ohh!”

He would leave her spent and satisfied. No mercy. “Squeeze my dick with your pussy,” he commanded, and instantly he felt her insides tighten around his cock. “Fuck, that’s it. Perfect.”

Their bodies were perfectly locked intimately together, synchronized for what was to come.

He shoved faster and harder into her body, fueled by an urgency that would not be denied any longer. Need was filling every space in his body and mind. He felt her tremors and convulsions as her orgasm rocketed through her. He came inside her, the woman who had changed him forever, changed every thought, every dream, every cell in his body.

After her breathing softened and her body settled back from the shakes she’d had for several minutes, he kissed her. He would never let her go. Ever. She was his from now on. It didn’t make sense, but it was true. No sense in questioning it now or ever. Whatever it took to win her for good, he would do until she surrendered to him for always.

Chapter Ten

Mac shook off her afterglow, which was calling her to sleep. This was no time to doze off.

Wyatt was sitting in the chair by the bed, watching her. He was still naked, and she turned away from his amazing muscled maleness, a mirror of his brother’s.

“What’s the matter, Mackenzie?” he asked.

She sat up on the side of the bed, clinging to the sheet to cover herself. “Wade. Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” he said, rising from the chair.

“No. Don’t move any closer. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ve got to go.” She felt the tremble in her throat. The less said from here on the better. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her voice steady.

“Baby, we’ll hear from him soon. Any moment.”

She wanted to believe him, wanted him to console her, to comfort her, to make love to her again, to make her forget. “This whole thing…with you and your brother…I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand. I should’ve remained focused on why I’m here in Wilde. That’s about my brother and nothing else.”

“No. You didn’t fuck this up. I did.” His face darkened.