Going Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 1)

The man nodded, opening the hotel’s door for her. “Excellent. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you.”

Jessie walked into the lobby, and turned back to him. “Thank you, but I’ve got it covered.”

Chapter Nine

Jessica sipped her wine. She’d finished reading her last e-mail. The Deputy Director was giving her free rein. Whatever time or resources she needed in her investigation of the Wilde Mine, he would approve it. It seemed that back at headquarters no one was the wiser about her spending time with Jackson Wilde and his brothers. That pleased her.

Though she wasn’t breaking any rule or code by seeing Jackson, it would be best to cancel dinner with him tomorrow night, but she just couldn’t bring herself to. And why did she also keep thinking about Phoenix? She’d always thought of herself as a one-man woman. Dating two guys at the same time didn’t really ever occur to her. And two brothers? Nuts.

A knock on the door tore her from her thoughts. She took her pepper spray out of her purse. “Who is it?”

“Jackson.”

This was going downhill fast. She unlocked the door, expecting only Jackson. What she found was four Wilde brothers, Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver, each holding something behind their back. The latter three marched in, then sat on the bed.

She put her hands on her hips. “Make yourselves at home, guys.”

“We will, sweetheart.” Jackson’s deep, lusty tone warmed her up. He placed an arm around her waist and pulled her into a thrilling kiss.

Jessie felt her pulse race. When the kiss ended, Jackson brought out four red roses he’d been holding behind his back. “These are for you, beautiful.”

“I don’t have anything to put these in.” She brought them up to her nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance. I wonder why four? Of course, one for each brother. “I guess I could use the ice bucket.”

Jackson took the bucket to the sink and filled it up with water.

“Smart woman.” Phoenix came up behind Jessie and turned her to face him. He held a bottle of wine. He pulled her in tight, devouring her lips with his mouth. God, the man knows how to kiss. Tingles spread over her skin like wildfire.

Before she could catch her breath, Phoenix produced a crystal wineglass from the pocket of his leather jacket. “This is for you, sweetheart.” He grinned, then in a flash uncorked the bottle and filled her glass.

Jessie thought it was time to awaken her sleeping sanity. Taking a deep breath, she started to tell him to stop, but his tongue swept the soft area of her neck and her ability to string two coherent words together.

She noticed Dallas was placing lit candles around the room. When he finished, he approached her. Like his brother Phoenix, Dallas began kissing the other side of her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to find a defense to the men, but found none. She was burning with want. Had Wilde, Nevada, changed her from a twenty-five-year-old virgin to a naughty woman? How could she be so turned on? But she couldn’t de

ny that she was.

When Jessie heard soft, sensual music filling the room, she opened her eyes and saw Denver placing an iPod with two portable speakers on the nightstand.

When Denver looked up at her, she saw his lips curl up into a wicked grin. He walked over and cupped her chin. “Lil’ bro, don’t you think it’s time to unwrap this pretty little present?”

Jackson stepped up beside Denver. “Yes, I do.”

Under his watchful eyes, his three brothers unbuttoned, unzipped, and stripped away all Jessie’s clothes, leaving her standing naked in the middle of the room. Before she could think, Jackson lifted her up into his arms and carried her lovingly to the bath that the sneaky cowboy had filled with bubbles. He gently lowered her into the warm water.

Jackson pressed his hot, searing lips to her mouth. Her body quivered violently, despite the warmth of the bath.

Phoenix began massaging her calves, kneading out the tightness in her muscles. She loved the feel of his calloused hands on her skin.

Jackson held her hand, as Dallas and Denver edged forward.

Dallas took a cloth and washed her, starting with her shoulders and arms before moving to her breasts. He spent more time on her chest than anywhere else.

Denver took another cloth and shoved it below the water’s surface. She felt him press it against her pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you, sweet and clean, honey.” An electric shock shot down her spine, as he rubbed her into a craze.

The brothers washed, rubbed, and massaged every inch of her body. They lit a fire in her that would not be quenched until they gave her what she craved.

“She’s ready.” Jackson pulled her out of the water and wrapped her up in the hotel’s plush, white towel. He carried her to the bed and placed her on it. Then, he cupped her chin and gently guided her to face Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver. “My brothers are here for you.” He licked her neck, and her cheeks warmed. “To give you pleasure.” He pinched her nipple, causing her to moan. “What happened at my place wasn’t a fluke, Jessie.”

Her mind went wonderfully blank. No worries. No fears. Just want.