Wilde Fire (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2)

“That was amazing, Phoenix.” She continued to shiver, and he pulled her in tight to him. She closed her eyes. He loved everything about her. Now, he knew that his youngest brother was right. Jessie was the one for him and his brothers.

Phoenix heard Dallas’s truck approaching. With her eyes still closed, Jessie sighed, seemingly unaware they were no longer alone. Clearly, she wasn’t asleep, but she wasn’t fully awake either.

Dallas, Denver, and Austin would come to know that Jessie was the woman for all of them. Dallas and Denver were already leaning that way, having been with her a couple of times. Austin would be the hardest to convince. He’d always said that the brothers would never be able to find a woman that would take to his bedroom tastes. Like his other brothers, Phoenix believed that once they married, Austin would one day leave Wilde forever.

That would kill them all. The plan was to get Jessie trained in the ways of sex, including Austin’s style of sexual roles of dominant and submissive, or as his elder brother dubbed it, D/s. Phoenix had played at it but wasn’t really versed. Though not as skilled as Austin, Denver had some talent in that department but couldn’t make tonight’s lesson. Dallas knew some about BDSM and had eagerly agreed to meet him at Austin’s special tree to introduce Jessie to another side of sex. Phoenix looked up at the two metal rings attached to the large branch.

Suddenly, Jessie sat up. “I hear a truck.”

“Yes, angel. Someone is coming for you.”

Chapter Nine

Jessie’s gut rolled like a carnival ride, twisting and turning. A truck was fast approaching the naughty picnic she and Phoenix had been enjoying. She tried to grab her clothes, but he held her tight. “What are you doing? Let me have my things.”

“No. You’re going to like what we have planned for you, angel.” He kissed her hair.

“I doubt that.” Outdoor sex in this remote spot with Phoenix had been amazing, but now they weren’t going to be alone. Her voice shook in her throat. “Who’s coming?”

“You’ll see.”

When the big Ford Super Duty pulled up and came to a stop, she saw Dallas inside the cab wearing a cat’s-got-the-mouse grin.

Nervousness spread through her, accompanied by strong desire. There was no sense in denying that she liked having more than one man at a time. She did. But how long would opportunity come knocking? Not forever. She’d hoped if she scratched the itch enough, the desire would disappear, or at the very least it would fade. So far it hadn’t.

Many more of these kinds of sexual escapades would likely end in heartache for her. Time for me to get real.

Dallas got out of his truck and tossed his signature white cowboy hat in the seat of the cab. He reached in and pulled out what looked like a suitcase. Then he went to the bed of his truck, grabbing a mini ladder in his other hand. His dark, razor-cut hair gave him a dangerous appeal. As he stepped forward carrying the items, his green-eyed stare captured her gaze. He looked massive and hot-blooded. Near him she felt small and vulnerable.

She pleaded, “Phoenix, I want to get dressed.”

“I’m not ready to let you go.” He stroked her neck with the flat of his tongue.

“Looks like you two had some fun. Mind if I join in?” Dallas asked.

She turned to Phoenix. “He’s kidding, right?”

“No.”

“So you guys are really into this tag-team thing. I can only imagine how many times you’ve done this sort of activity together.” The idea of these two being with other women didn’t sit well with her.

She felt Phoenix pull her in tighter. “What happened before doesn’t matter. I don’t care about your past. You shouldn’t care about ours.”

“It’s our job to make sure she doesn’t, bro. Let’s get started. She’s going to love this.”

“There’s no need to rush her, Dallas.”

“True. We need to tell her what to expect. Set some ground rules.” Dallas sat the suitcase down. “Besides, I’ve got to set some things up before we begin.”

She swallowed hard. “What things?”

“That’s not your worry, sweetheart.” Phoenix’s commanding tone undid her, detonating hot bombs throughout her body.

Dallas pulled two chains with metal clamps on each of their ends out of the suitcase. She watched him open up the ladder under a large branch of the tree. He clamped the chains to two metal rings that were permanently attached to the oak. She hadn’t noticed the rings before. The chains hung loose, and Dallas folded up the ladder, returning to the suitcase.

“Guys, this is nuts.”

Phoenix cupped her chin. “Jessie, relax.”