Wilde Fire (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2)
“Tell me, Jessie. Are you good and wet for me?”
She touched her mound and found she was. “Uh-huh.”
Jackson’s breathing was erratic and labored, but he continued his dirty talk, thrilling her beyond reason. “I
’m going to lap up every drop of your sweet cream.”
“G-God! I-I’m close.” Her fingers splayed through her swollen pussy.
“Good girl. Touch your clit, now. Think of me.”
She obeyed and pressed on the bundle of nerves. An image of Jackson on top of her, plundering her insides with his cock whirled in her mind. She could almost feel his weight on top of her. She clutched her cell, and continued flattening out her clit.
“Fuck!” Jackson yelled through the phone.
Everything inside her went kablooey, detonating every cell in her body. Her womb convulsed and carnal sensations took her on a ride. Her body shook like a leaf in the wind, and she screamed her lover’s name over and over. “Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!”
* * * *
“Sweetheart, are you awake?” Jackson whispered.
Jessie stirred. Her cell was still to her ear. The orgasm had sent her to the moon and back, and she’d drifted off as the last of the climatic vibrations weakened. Who knew phone sex could be so amazing? “I am. How long have I been out?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“You didn’t hang up?”
“No, sweetheart. I wanted to say goodnight.” That he’d waited made her feel so special.
“That’s sweet.”
“Darlin’, I’m really glad you’re spending time with Phoenix.”
She stiffened. “You are?” Did Jackson have any sincere feelings for her at all?
“Yes.”
None of what he said made sense. “I don’t understand how. Surely, you know your brother wants more from me than just a dinner partner. Don’t I mean something to you more than a cheap thrill?” Angry tears welled up in her eyelids.
“Jessie, of course you do.”
“Then why are you willing to let me be with a guy who clearly has more in mind with me than being a chaperone?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Really? I’m listening.”
“Know this, I love you. Are you enjoying being with us?”
“Yes, but—”
“But nothing. It’s pleasurable for you. Just go with it.”
“Perhaps you say that to all the women you guys share.”
“I’ve never said that to any woman. You’re the one and only.”
Could he be telling the truth? Jessie longed to confess her love to him, too, but she was scared. If she did, she wondered if he would eventually crush her heart. So, she remained silent.