Running Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3)
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“Yes, he’s grown up into quite the man. I’m proud of you, son.”
“I’m proud of you, Pappy Jack.”
“You should be. I’m great, you know.” The old man grinned.
“You are.”
“I haven’t talked about this in years. Young lady, I’m glad you’re here. Carol always told me I kept things bottled up. She didn’t think that was good for me.”
“It’s not. I’m glad to be here with you.”
“You’re a bit like her, Jessie.”
“I hope so. She must’ve been someone very special to have landed your heart.”
“She was.” Pappy Jack’s voice cracked. “She taught me so much about living.”
Tears were streaming down Jessie’s face, and before Dallas could get to her, Pappy Jack put his arms around her. “Thank you, child. I needed this more than you know.”
She wiped her eye
s. “So did I.”
His granddad held his glass up. “To Carol.”
Dallas and Jessie clinked their glasses to his.
“Now, if you kids don’t mind. I’m going to head out to the barn with this bottle to be alone with my thoughts. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jessie stood and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Pappy Jack.”
She’d gotten his granddad to open up in a way he’d never seen before. Tonight, Dallas fell even deeper in love with her. If his Pappys were able to convince his Gran to choose the Wilde way, then by God, Dallas and his brothers would find a way to convince Jessie.
Chapter Seven
Pappy Jack’s stories about his wife and brothers melted Jessie’s heart. The Wilde family way had worked for Dallas’s grandmother. Jessie imagined that a lifetime of love and devotion from three Wilde men must’ve been heavenly. Could it be the same for me with this generation’s Wilde men?
Jessie sighed, looking around at the mementos and photos that filled the cabin, revealing so much about Pappy Jack’s history. Settle down, girl, and don’t get carried away. She decided that it would be best to take things slow when it came to the Wilde brothers. There was no way she could wrap her head around such a marriage right now—if ever. Besides, she didn’t know Denver very well, and Austin not at all.
Dallas stood up, dropping his towel to the floor. His cock was fully erect, causing her jaw to drop and her body to heat up. “Love, you’re mine tonight.”
He wasn’t asking. He was taking, and that got her instantly wet.
“If we do this—”
“There’s no if about it,” he interrupted. “I’m going to be inside your sweet pussy tonight.”
She shivered with desire, but continued, “Sex with you doesn’t mean I’m saying I will be able to do what your Pappy’s wife did.”
“Sweetheart, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I want you. There’s nothing you can do or say that changes that. God, Jessie, you will be the death of me.”
She grinned. “A big cowboy like you can’t be afraid of a little woman like me, can you?”
“I’m too smart not to be.” His voice changed from gentle to commanding. “Tonight, my rules. Understand?”
A warm jolt shot down her spine. “Yes, Sir.”
“What state are you in?” he asked, with lust on every syllable.