Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

“Funny, Mackenzie,” Wyatt said.

“Why not, bro?” Wade grabbed a towel from the shelf. “Can’t blame her for wanting a show. Besides, I think it will help keep her in the mood.”

“You’re spoiling her already,” he stated flatly.

She liked the banter between them. It was electrifying, and she could feel her skin warming.

“Maybe. Later, we can introduce her to discipline. For now, a softer touch is in order. Besides, I want to get in the tub with her.” Wade began to undress.

Wyatt held out his hand. “Turn over your Dom card.”

“There are cards?” she asked.

They both laughed.

No cards. Good to know.

Wade shook his head. “She’s going to ruin both of us.” He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his bare savage chest.

Anticipation and nervousness reeled through her, and she dropped her gaze.

She felt Wyatt’s hand move from her breast to her chin, forcing her to face Wade. “You asked for a striptease, sub. You will watch it. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” The words fell so naturally from her lips, watching Wade remove his boots and socks.

Wyatt continued massaging her breasts, which was making her body burn.

Wade took his time stripping, clearly hoping to tease her into a state of frenzy. It was working quite nicely.

Next to come off was his belt. He snaked it out of the loops of his jeans painfully slow. Her mouth watered.

He stepped up and placed the black leather strap on her cheek. “You like the feel of my belt, sub?” His tone was dangerous and promising.

“Yes, Sir.” She choked the words out.

“Wait till you feel it on your ass.”

As if on cue, Wyatt moved both his hands to her backside and squeezed. “I can’t wait to see this bottom nice and pink, can you, bro?”

“It’s going to look amazing.”

Wade stepped back and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. Another button. And another. Slow. Drawn out. By the time his fly was parted and she could see he wasn’t wearing underwear, she was a hot mess of desire.

She stared at his massive cock jutting up well past the waistline of his pants. She’d had that monster inside her body the day before, but she didn’t recall it looking so big, so thick, so long then. Had it grown? Not possible.

As Wyatt’s fingers feathered her skin until it was ripe with gooseflesh, Wade lowered his pants in a deliberate fashion. His legs were like two muscled hairy pillars.

“Look at his cock, sub. Take it all in,” Wyatt commanded from behind her, licking her neck.

There was a patch of dark hair that made him look even more dangerous somehow.

“I should’ve pursued my dream of being a male stripper,” he teased. “What do you think, Mackenzie? Is it too late for me to be a star?”

His erect cock and large balls swung from side to side as he gave her a lurid dance.

“Most definitely.”

“Sub, go explore his body. Touch him. Kiss him. Lick him.” Wyatt removed his hands from her.