Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

He turned his attention to Mackenzie, who stood in the hallway dripping. She shook her head. “Guys, you have to shake hands to get me shampoo? That’s a bit formal, isn’t it?”

Wyatt laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days, and went to find their woman some shampoo.

* * * *

Wyatt sat on the edge of the chair watching Mackenzie pace in the living room. She was on the brink of breaking down completely. Still no word had come from Champion that the warrant had been granted to get into the storage unit in Denver.

“Wyatt, maybe we should feed her something.” His twin was standing by the door, also watching the woman of their dreams unraveling more and more with each passing minute.

“I’m not hungry,” Mackenzie snapped. “Have you checked your phones?”

“Just two minutes ago,” Wyatt answered, pointing to the sofa. “Sit. Now. You’re wearing out our rug.”

Mackenzie stopped pacing and took a deep breath, as if trying to find patience. “I can’t sit. I’m too uptight. We should be headed to Denver with Austin.”

“No.” Wyatt shook his head. “Besides, you know your brother was here in Nevada recently. He’s probably still in Nevada. There’s no way Malcolm Winters can get out of the state with all agencies on the lookout for him.”

“I can’t stand this waiting.” Mackenzie started pacing again. “It’s killing me.”

“I have an idea,” Wade interjected.

Wyatt knew that tone well. It was his brother’s push-the-envelope timbre. “And?”

Wade left his post at the door and walked toward their woman. “Mackenzie, you’re wound up tight. Under these circumstances, no wonder. I think a warm bath is in order.”

She shook her head. “I just had a shower. Besides, I can’t. Not until I know something more about Trent.”

“Excuse me,” Wade said in his Dom voice. “Did you think I was asking your permission?”

“What? I’m…confused.” Mackenzie seemed to melt when she heard Wade’s tone.

“Yes, you are. Very. I saw how you were at the club that first night.” Wade was standing in her path now. “How about a little BDSM lesson to keep your mind occupied?”

“Wade, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you said it yourself. I’m too wound up.”

Wyatt stood. “The exact reason you would benefit from some instruction. Look at me,” he said in his most commanding voice.

She turned toward him.

“You know a little about D/s play, right?” Wyatt hadn’t been at the club that night, but he’d saw how she’d responded to his commands in bed. “You looked into it when you were undercover investigating Austin, right?”

She nodded, remaining still.

“I’ll go get her bath ready, bro. You fill her in on the basics.” Wade exited for the bathroom.

He walked up to her and cupped her chin. “Safe words. What do you know about them?”

She blinked. “They stop the Dominant from going too far.”

That wasn’t the way he wanted her to look at it. “Sort of. The most powerful thing about this kind of sexual play is trust. It’s the crux, the hinge, the very fabric of our lifestyle. Trust. You, as a submissive, must trust your Doms, me and Wyatt. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“But we, as Dominants, must earn your trust. We also have to trust you. Our job is to watch every little physical or vocal nuance from you that tells us we’re going just far enough, pushing your boundaries, yes, but not too far, not over your limits.” Wyatt could tell he had her interest. “I’m excellent at reading body language, and so is Wade. You’ll feel us get inside your head and you’ll love it. But even as good as we are, we’ve only each been with you one time and then outside the scope of D/s. It will take time to understand all the clues your body and breaths give us. That’s the reason for the safe word. We’ll be asking you how you’re feeling constantly. You’ll almost find it a nuisance at times, but it is necessary, especially early on.”

She stood there blinking, her cheeks growing red with excitement. The perfect little sub.