Running Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3)

Jessie opened her eyes wide. His gaze locked on her like a vise. She felt the heat in her cheeks that let her know she was blushing.

She’d thought that coming back to the tree with him and Phoenix would be harmless. It was supposed to be just a simple game of pleasure. She’d been wrong, and now, Dallas wanted her more than he should.

God, help her, she also wanted Dallas.

> Chapter Two

Dallas glided his hands over Jessie’s neck and shoulders. He loved the feel of her silky skin. His brothers, Jackson and Phoenix, were right. Jessie was the one, and he couldn’t get enough of her. When he looked in her gorgeous green eyes, he saw his forever there. There would be no other woman for him ever again. What got to him about her wasn’t just her beauty, which was flawless, or her smarts, which were awe-inspiring. No, it was her courage and commitment. She’d come to the tree with some stage fright, but still she’d come. Fuck, she was someone he could feel proud to have on his arm.

He’d been working up to being one of the resident Doms at The Masters’ Chambers. That held no interest for him now that he’d found Jessie.

Time to move to the next phase of the night’s plan.

“We’re still working the protocols, love. Understand?” he asked.

She trembled. “Yes, Sir.”

He stroked her silky auburn hair. “Why don’t you turn and face my brother.”

“Okay, Sir,” she said meekly, and she rolled between him and Phoenix.

Now her back was against Dallas’s front, and his cock lengthened to the impossible.

He watched as Phoenix kissed her. Their passion for each other was amazing, and he prayed he could win her heart as much as his brother had. As their kiss continued, Phoenix sent him a look over Jessie’s shoulder that said let’s do this.

Dallas nodded and rolled just enough to get the handcuffs from the bag and the blindfold he’d tossed to the blanket earlier.

Phoenix asked her, “Angel, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir. I trust you,” she answered.

“Good. It’s time for some one-on-one.”

“I’d like that.”

“Dallas, blindfold her and cuff her.”

Jessie gasped, but didn’t say a word. The woman was a natural sub, and that drove him wild with lust. He placed the blindfold over her head and covered her eyes with it. Then he gently pulled Jessie’s arms behind her and put the handcuffs on her. She looked incredibly sweet and deliciously voluptuous. Together he and Phoenix lifted her to her feet. They walked her to the truck, helping her in.

“Where are we going, Sir?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Phoenix pulled the truck’s seat belt and shoulder strap over her naked body.

“I don’t want anyone to see me this way. May I have my clothes, Sir?”

“You said you trusted me. Do you, or was that a lie?” Phoenix asked.

She bit her lip. “I trust you, Sir.”

“No clothes. No one will see you where you’re going.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, angel.” Phoenix shut her door.

Dallas walked with Phoenix a few steps away from the truck. “Bro, she’s amazing. I thought that the minute I saw her. Now, I know it.”

Phoenix nodded. “God, she is. Be gentle with her. I think she’s had enough of the rough stuff for one night.”