Wilde Fire (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2)

Phoenix smiled and shrugged then went back to enjoying his visual examination of her ample breasts. He longed to lave her nipples until she was thrashing against him like the other night when he and three of his brothers had shared her.

“Men in civilized locales know something about decorum, Mr. Wilde.”

He laughed. “Aren’t you glad we’re not in any of those places?”

She rolled her eyes in a half-hearted gesture of frustration. She tilted her head down. Is she trying to hide something from me? Thankfully, her attempt failed. He spied the corners of her mouth curl up, thrilling him. When she looked up, the smile was gone.

In a hushed tone, she said, “Can you be more like Jackson and try to keep private matters—private?”

“You worried about those guys, Jessie?” He pointed to his cousins, who were now eating their breakfast with great enthusiasm.

“I’m worried about everyone in this town,” she whispered. “What happened with us needs to be kept between us, okay?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you.”

As she sat back down in the booth, he remembered threading his hands through her silky auburn hair, kissing her lush lips, tasting every inch of her softness, watching her green eyes shed tears of passion as she finally gave in to her orgasm. Though he’d only met her less than a week ago, bedding her only three times, no one had ever gotten to him the way she had.

He thought about what Jackson, his little brother, believed about this incredible woman. Maybe he is right about her. Maybe she is the one.

A voice behind him jerked him from his thoughts. “Howdy, Phoenix.”

He turned his attention away from the beauty in the booth to the speaker. Norma’s youngest daughter, Samantha, waved at him from the other side of the counter. The nineteen-year-old flipped her long, blonde hair and smiled. Even when she’d been underage, Samantha had been a tease, making him extremely uncomfortable. No matter how much he and Jackson protested her come-ons, she never ceased. For years, she’d made it clear to them that she wanted to be the next Mrs. Wilde.

Now that Samantha was an adult, he and his brothers were free to pursue her. She was local. She knew the score about his family. Marrying her made sense, but he’d never felt much for her beyond friendship.

Phoenix tipped his hat toward Samantha. “Could you bring me a Dr. Pepper?” He never could stomach coffee, which his brothers teased him about ruthlessly.

“Sure thing, handsome.” Samantha sent a naughty wink his way that didn’t sit well with him. The woman went back into the kitchen through the swinging door.

When he turned back to Jessie, he found her staring at him.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Jessie’s voice was oddly sharp.

“Glad you’re already thinking about pleasure, angel.”

Though his dick was obviously on board to go for it with Jessie, being with her put him at odds with so much he’d always known. Jessie was an outsider. There were so many secrets that she likely wouldn’t understand. Still, he wanted her. Maybe for more than a night or two. Maybe for forever. If anyone was going to open a can of worms, might as well be him. But he’d have to take it slow and easy, even though it wasn’t really his style.

He tipped his hat then slid into the seat across from her in the booth. Next, he grabbed her hand. Warmth shot up his arm, down his torso, straight into his cock. “Mind if I join you?”

She pulled her hand free and looked nervously around the empty diner. “Would it matter if I minded?”

“Not really,” he teased. “You have something against cowboys?”

“Maybe, but apparently the waitress doesn’t.” Her full lips tantalized him, causing his blood to heat up.

“Jessie, are you jealous?”

Her cheeks turned red, pleasing him to no end. “Hardly. I am in a bit of a hurry to get to the mine today.”

He took his cell out and looked at the time. “It’s ten-thirty. Not too much of a hurry.”

She glared at him. “Whatever.”

“Sorry.” He laughed. “You’re getting into Wilde time. We don’t rush here. I’m sure DC is a lot more frantic. Out here, we like to take things slow and enjoy life.”

“I’m starting to believe that.” Jessie sighed. “You know anything about why Jackson had to leave?”