Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

She writhed in the tub until the surface of the water was splashing over the sides and onto the floor.

The friction of his hand on her pussy sent a flash of heat through her again and again. Pressure was building, a pressure that was about to explode.

“Come for us, love,” Wade whispered. “Show us everything.”

Pleasure flashed in her belly. Shockwaves of heat grew and grew.

“O–Oh, God!” Her pussy spasmed. An orgasmic storm blasted through every inch of her body. She screamed again and again.

Then she heard a doorbell.

“What the fuck?” Wyatt cursed. “Who the hell could that be?”

“Leave it,” Wade said.

She bit her lip as guilt grabbed her tight. “No. It could be about Trent.”

She shouldn’t have let herself go like this. Sex? What was she thinking? She wasn’t. She should’ve remained focused on waiting until they got word about the storage unit.

* * * *

A knock on the door sent Wyatt and his twin into action.

Wade grabbed Mackenzie and pulled her into the hallway, out of sight from the front door and from him.

Wyatt had his thirty-eight out and ready. He and Wade would’ve loved to be front and center finding the pieces to the puzzle of her missing brother and the bastard Malcolm. But they knew what their one and only job was—keeping Mackenzie safe. She’d changed him and his twin utterly.

If Winters dared to show his face, he would solve the mystery with six bullets, all of them unloaded into the bank president’s face.

Wyatt cautiously opened the front door to find one of the cooks from Norma’s carrying a package. How the hell had he gotten up to the porch without him hearing? He pointed the barrel at the cook. “Hands up.”

The guy’s eyebrows shot up. “Wyatt, you know me. It’s Chuck.”

“I know a lot of people, Chuck.” He motioned with his pistol that he still wanted him to raise his arms.

“How?” The man looked down at the package he was carrying. “Danielle left a message for me to deliver this to Mac. There’s also a note from her to Mac inside it.”

Wyatt stepped back, keeping his finger on the trigger. “Come in, Chuck. Put the package on the table over there nice and slow.”

“I get it. Protecting Mackenzie. I’m not sure why you’re putting me through the hoops, but I won’t buck you.” Chuck placed the box on the coffee table.

“What’s in the package?”

“One of Mac’s favorites. Banana cream pie.”

“Hands above your head, Chuck. You’re not packing are you?”

“God, no. I leave that to the cowboys around here like you and your brother.” The cook lifted his hands high above his head. “My only weapon is a spatula, which I didn’t bring with me.”

After patting him down with his free hand and determining he didn’t have a gun, Wyatt holstered his thirty-eight. “Thanks, buddy.”

Chuck shrugged it off. “No problem. Can’t be too careful. How’s she doing? We’re all worried about her back at the diner.”

Keeping things under wraps in Wilde was next to impossible. The whole town likely knew about the mess she was dealing with. Malcolm Winters best not darken any spot within the city limits again, not with all the good law-abiding, gun-toting citizens looking for him.

“She’s doing okay.” She was safe. He and Wade were doing their job.

“I’m glad you guys are with her,” said Chuck. “Let us know if we can do anything.”