Her Three Wilde Champion Men (Wilde, Nevada 2)

Deciding it would be best to not ask him to repeat it, she just nodded.

His giant hand landed on her shoulder, their first touch. What’s wrong with me? Have I lost my mind? Clearly she had.

He winked at her, and then he smiled. And God, what a smile it was. She could lose herself completely in those sexy lips that were turned up ever so slightly. Then the smile faded and he cupped her chin. The intimacy was too much, too intense—just right. “Thank you, Shelby.” He turned away and went back to the stage.

Everything about Alex Champion mesmerized her. Absolutely everything. That wasn’t a good thing. In fact, that was a very bad thing. Her clenching sex didn’t seem to agree.

After her breathing settled down a little, she turned to her friend. “Jessie, what did I just agree to?”

* * * *

Alex walked back up to the stage after getting Shelby to consent to helping him pass out the gift bags that had been made up for all the attendees. Austin’s secretary was quite capable and quite the looker, too. The blonde beauty had curves he would love to get to know better. Deep blue eyes. Pouty lips. The whole package. He’d been meaning to ask her on a date, but with the project being in full swing and dominating all his time, he hadn’t. In another couple weeks he would clear his too-busy schedule and take her on a proper date.

Shelby was from Wilde, his new residence. He’d agreed to move from Elko to Wilde permanently after talking with Charly and hearing her unbelievable offer to be the lead on the project. When completed, she wanted him to take the reins of the hospital, becoming its chief of staff.

Austin had gotten Shelby to get the gift bags put together for today’s event.

Gift bags?

More like “shake people down for additional donations” bags. Fund-raising was something he knew how to do but had never cared about doing. But it had to be done. Even with Charly’s enormous donation, the hospital would need people invested in its success. The best way to make that happen was to have people involved in the project and later in the hospital’s day-to-day operation. Locals could volunteer, which was definitely going to be needed, but he’d learned a long time ago that when a person donated hard-earned cash, their involvement would be less likely to falter.

Wilde needed this hospital. Yes, the local doc had an office where he could see patients, but any emergencies had to be transported to Elko, Alex’s hometown. The drive wasn’t long, but when someone’s life was on the line, it was too far.

“You about ready to get this shindig underway?” Justin, his brother, came up beside him. Justin’s restlessness was in full swing since getting tossed off that bronc down in Texas this summer. “The longer you string things out, the longer I have to wait for the barbeque to be dished out, which is the best part of this party. You get me?”

“I get you, Justin.” Alex’s brother’s gut dictated a lot of why he did what he did—almost as much as his cock, which definitely was the reason Justin was a proud man-whore from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

He did understand Justin. He also understood Brandon. His brothers were his closest friends. He trusted them utterly. They’d always been close, but after their shared tragedy years ago, they’d been cemented together even more.

Their mother’s death had hit them all hard, including their dad. Wayne Champion had done his best with them, but had been as lost as they were without her. Alex and his brothers had all ended up basically on their own during their high school years, each only one year apart—Brandon the senior, him the junior, and Justin the sophomore.

“We both get you, little brother,” Brandon said, sidling up beside them. Then he turned from Justin to him. “But I have to agree with him, Alex. I need to get back to Elko today. I have a deposition to take at 3:00 p.m. I’m here as a supportive brother, but can you please hurry things up?”

Alex was thrilled his brothers were here today at the ground breaking of the hospital. Besides their dad, there was no one else he wanted here more.

“Who was the little blonde morsel you were talking to a minute ago?” Justin asked.

“Keep your cock in your pants, bro. She’s from Wilde,” he said, trying to get him off of Shelby’s scent and fast. “Girls from here never go for guys from Elko. You know that.” Alex knew that, too, but he wasn’t about to stop until he got at least one date with Shelby.

“I think this Elko boy can break the drought with Wilde girls, and I plan on starting with that one. What’s her name?”

“Damn it, I told you both I have to get back for a deposition.” Brandon had always been the most dependable of the three of them. Serious. More than a little OCD. “I love a good-looking woman as much as anyone, but can you two Neanderthals please stop replaying your teenage years and move on?”

Alex knew what Brandon was referring to. Even though their bond was unbreakable, during their younger years, their sibling rivalry got them crosswise more than a few times. All three of them had stolen dates from each other, but never serious girlfriends, though Brandon’s ex was the only one to be deemed serious by any of them.

“Look at her, Bran.” Horndog Justin pointed at Shelby. “Tell me you don’t find her irresistible. Alex definitely does.”

“She’s fucking hot. Yes. I agree.” Brandon clearly did, as his gaze never left Shelby. “Alex, please. Get up there and do the litany of thank-yous and then move on to the celebratory meal.”

“Still love to play boss, don’t you?” Justin teased. “Some things never change.”

“Some people don’t either.” Brandon finally did move his eyes off of Shelby—which pleased Alex very much—and turned to Justin. “Have you decided on what you’re going to do now that you can’t rodeo anymore? It’s time for you to grow up. Way past time, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you, Brandon.” Whenever Justin called their brother by anything but “Bran,” Alex knew the fireworks were about to fly.

“Okay, guys. Settle down. Don’t make a fucking scene here.” He placed his left hand on Justin’s shoulder and his right on Brandon’s. “You came to show your support. Well, show it.” He looked up and saw their father, dressed in that damn sheriff’s uniform. Yes, he was tough, but Alex still worried about him. Wilde had given his pop the opportunity after Sheriff Davis had been injured and stepped down. “Here comes Dad.”

“Everything okay, boys?” his dad asked.