“I plan on it.”
“She might freak a bit at first, just take your time. She’ll warm up to you. Whatever you do, don’t talk about the mine or her fact-finding.”
The situation with her was delicate. She was in Wilde to review the crazy accidents that had occurred at his family’s mine. The last thing Dallas wanted was for her to think he was trying to manipulate her to go light on her investigation.
“I won’t.”
“Remember, don’t tell her about what we have in mind with her.”
He bristled. Lying wasn’t his forte. “I know. Stick to the plan. Stop lecturing me as if you were my older brother, okay?”
Phoenix laughed. “Sure thing. Let’s hope Austin is still in the dark about all this.”
“I really doubt that.” Their eldest brother, Austin, was too smart to be duped for long. He’d made it really clear that he didn’t want any of them trying to seduce Jessie. The dads had left him in charge of the mine, and he was taking it very seriously.
“Me either. Still, until we know he had nothing to do with Jessie’s brakes being cut, we need to keep him out of the loop.”
“Agreed. But, bro, I don’t think he really would do anything to harm a woman. Sure, he lives his Dom role day in and day out, but he’s not someone who wants to damage a woman. Besides, aren’t we all pushing Jessie to get her ready to bed him?”
Phoenix shrugged. “I suppose so. That’s down the road a piece from now. First, you need to win her to you. You think you can do that?”
“Oh, yes.” I’ll throw out all the stops and win Jessie’s heart and more.
* * * *
Jessie’s arms were behind her back and handcuffed together. The seat belt held her tight, and her bottom wiggled on the truck’s seat. The night with Phoenix and Dallas had been amazing. Her body still thrummed with desire. Thankfully, there would be more. But now, it would be one-on-one. A part of her was relieved, but another, more wicked part of her was disappointed.
When the driver’s door opened and she felt the truck shift slightly with the weight of the dreamy cowboy who entered its cab, she sighed. The other truck roared to life, and she listened to it speed away.
Dallas is gone. Probably for the best. Tonight is a sequel to my first time at the tree with Dallas. This has to be my last time with him. Sadness gripped her as she thought about that fact, but she believed that taking on two Wilde brothers was enough to deal with as it was. Adding another to the mix would be insane.
The vibration of the truck lulled her to dreaminess. Phoenix was probably taking her to his house. That would be perfect. She inhaled deeply to get a whiff of his amazing scent of leather and forest. Her jaw dropped at what her nose breathed in—musk and fresh coffee. The driver wasn’t Phoenix at all.
Her heart thwacked her ribs like a sledgehammer. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t find the voice. What kind of woman did he and Phoenix think she was?
She heard Dallas press the buttons on the truck’s radio. A country ballad filled the cab, only adding to her anxiety and growing anger. A female sang about her cheating husband. Cheating. This was so much more than cheating. This was insane. Still, she couldn’t find words. Had the Wilde brothers tricked her into believing she was special just to keep her from discovering what was really behind the accidents at their family mine? Her confusion kept her tears at bay, and her mouth shut. And still, Dallas drove down the road with her naked, handcuffed, and blinded.
When the truck finally came to a stop, she found her voice and her fury. “You assholes!” How could they do this to her? What kind of woman did they think she was?
“Love, settle down. Everything is going to be okay.”
Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, she answered shakily, “Y-Yes, Sir.” Oh, God! This is nuts. What have I gotten myself into?
“Good girl.”
When she felt Dallas’s calloused hand squeeze her thigh, her body jerked, and she screamed, “Alaska! Alaska! Alaska!”
Instantly she felt his hand leave her thigh.
“Okay, love. I won’t touch you.” His tone seemed filled with sadness and regret.
“I-I w-want these h-handcuffs a-and b-blindfold o-off.”
“Of course, Jessie.”
She felt him remove the handcuffs. When her hands were free, she pulled her arms around her chest. Her entire body shook violently. What kind of men were the Wilde brothers? Did they have to pass a woman around in order to get off? Once they’d all had a stab at her, was their plan to kick her to the curb? She tried to hold back her tears but failed just as Dallas removed the blindfold.
“Try to relax, Jessie. I’m not going to do anything to you.”