Lang, Chloe - Wilde Love [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (14 page)
Authors: Chloe Lang
The remaining cowboys shifted around her.
“Grab Dallas’s and Phoenix’s cocks,” Austin ordered.
She obeyed, and enjoyed feeling the pulsing in each of them.
Denver moved into a position so that she could again suck on his cock.
He cupped her chin. “You know what to do, sweetheart. Suck me dry.”
“Yes, Sir.” She opened her mouth wide, and swallowed his cock down her throat.
“Good, pet. Very good. You be a good sub, and stroke Dallas and Phoenix until they shoot their loads. With Denver, you need to swallow every drop. Jackson is enjoying your tight ass. I will claim your pussy. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” And she did and couldn’t wait to come. Her pussy was soaked.
Austin crawled up on top of her. His weight was a kind of restraint, and she loved it.
Then he kissed her again. Her toes curled, and her womb tightened.
When he drilled into her with his hard dick, her eyelids fluttered.
All five brothers are making love to me.
She was surrounded by them. She was overwhelmed by them. Tears filled her eyes. They were together. They wouldn’t be apart again. She didn’t have to choose. She only had to love them, and her heart burst with emotion. She had enough love for all of them.
The strokes of two cocks into her body sent her to the stratosphere. She pumped on Dallas’s and Phoenix’s cock, all the while sucking on Denver’s.
Her orgasm began to well up. She could no longer hold back, and thankfully, Austin didn’t command her to.
Sensations seared her depths as the five men continued their erotic choreography into her body.
She stopped sucking Denver. “I’m so close. I’m about to come.”
“Do it. I’m about to do the same,” Phoenix proclaimed.
She nodded and licked his shaft. Then she wrapped her lips around Denver’s cock again and took it down her throat. In its own way, it was more than symbolic of his possession of her, and that thrilled and excited her.
“Fuuuck!” Jackson shoved his entire cock up her ass. It felt amazing and sent her into a mini-subspace state.
Her fist pumping on Dallas and Phoenix worked like a charm, and she felt their male cream on her hands. Denver’s seed shot down her mouth.
Then Austin drilled into her with his massive cock. His stare locked in on her and he whispered in her ear, “Come for us, pet.”
Her entire body shook violently as her womb
clenched, unclenched, and clenched again.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, in part because of the awesome sex she’d just experienced. The other part? Her five men were on the same page. They wanted a life together, sharing her.
Wilde was now her home, and the Wilde brothers were the reason
.
* * * *
Jessie sat between Maude and Mary at the Wilde mansion looking at the coffee table with the Tarot cards spread out. Carlotta sat across from them. Michael, with another bridal magazine in his lap, sat beside the fortune-teller.
Jessie smiled. The last several weeks had been a whirlwind after her five guys had all knelt in front of her, asking for her hand in marriage.
The memory of the Old Wilde Mine exploding with Samantha’s dead body wasn’t so ever present as it had been just a month ago. Her Wilde brothers had rescued her just in time.
No one was surprised when Norma sold the cafe to Carlotta and left town with her other girls. She never spoke to Jessie but did send a card. All it said was, “I’m so sorry, Ms. Greene. Believe me, I didn’t know my girl was so troubled.”
Carlotta sipped on an herbal tea, looking down at the Tarot cards on the table. “De cards say June. Dat’s de best time vor your vedding, my dear.”
Jessie smiled. “June it is.”
Maude shook her head. “My nephews aren’t going to like waiting so long, hun.”
“I will not go against the cards. Carlotta hasn’t steered me wrong yet.”
“Dat’s my girl,” Carlotta said.
Michael asked, “Do your cards work for us gays, too?”
They all laughed.
Carlotta patted his knee. “You got da sight. I see it inside you. Come to my new business tomorrow morning.”
“The diner?”
“Yes. I vill read your cards. Perhaps deres a man or two in your future, my boy. You know, I have a nephew who is about our age. You like cowboys?”
“Do I? I’ll see you tomorrow.” Michael turned to Jessie. “Your five grooms are going to have a big crowd at the wedding. How many people are you inviting?”
“You’re my best man. I talked to my cousin, Charly. She was stunned, of course, when I told her everything. But she’s going to be my maid of honor.”
“Maybe she can get her own set of cowboys.” Michael grinned at Maude. “You’ve got six boys, right?”
“I do, but even in Wilde, there are limits. Three men and one woman is the max.”
Jessie was confused. “What about me?”
“Hun, you’re the luckiest girl in town. Keeping the mine undivided gives you a free pass. Let Charly get to town. I bet she’d be perfect for Drake, Dax, and Seth. If not them, then the older boys, Nate, Heath, and Tobias, would be happy to step up.”
“Maude, you’re a total mess.”
“I’ve been called a lot worse.”
Jessie laughed. “Charly is only coming for the wedding. She’s got a line on a great job in Malibu.”
“Drats.” Maude looked truly disappointed. “I was hoping to get at least three of my boys hitched.”
“Who else is coming from your side?” Michael asked.
“My two dads…wow, that still sounds funny. Anyway, they’ve both agreed to walk me down the aisle. That’s it. Short list.”
“You want some celebs at your special event?” Michael punched some buttons on his iPhone. “I’ve got some names that could really spice things up, Jessica.”
She shook her head. “Put that thing away.”
Denver walked in, followed by Jackson and Phoenix. “Forgive us, ladies and gentleman. We’re going to take Jessie away from you for a bit.”
“Where are Dallas and Austin?” Jessie asked.
“Where we’re going,” Phoenix answered.
Mary grabbed Jessie’s hand and squeezed. “Go. You’re going to like this surprise.”
* * * *
Jessie stood surrounded by her Wilde brothers. Mrs. Wilde had been right. She did like the surprise. Actually, Jessie loved it. “So the house will face this way?”
Denver put his arm around her shoulder. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”
“I do. I like seeing that mountain.” She loved the spot they’d chosen for the family home.
Phoenix nodded. “I knew you would, angel.”
“It’s going to be a really big house.” She sighed, looking back down at the plans on the ground in front of them secured by some stones her cowboys had collected to keep them from blowing away.
“Big, but if you look here”—Dallas pointed to one of the pages—“we can add on should we need to, honey.”
“I say we get started filling it up, right now.” Jackson laughed.
Jessie smiled. “No way. Not until after the wedding, at the very least.” But truthfully, she wanted to have a baby as soon as possible. She’d asked Maude and Mary about it, and they told her that being so deeply in love oftentimes had that impact on women. It had happened to both of them.
“So you’re sure you want a log-cabin home, pet?” Austin asked.
“It will be perfect to raise our kids. And about this old practice of kicking the boys out to build their own houses, that’s gotta change.”
Denver’s eyebrow shot up. “You think so, sweetheart?”
“Seriously, guys, it’s a waste. Now that we’re all going to be living together in one house, what are you going to do with your houses?”
“She’s got a point.” Dallas rubbed his chin.
“But what can we do with them? Sell them?”
“Let’s start a charity for troubled teens.” Jessie thought about Norma’s note and knew that was exactly what she wanted to do. If they could reach some, it would all be worth it. “We’ll hire the best counselors and start with a camp. Get the kids around animals. Later, who knows? A group home, maybe? Let’s see where it takes us.”
Denver kissed her. “I knew the moment I saw you at the Horseshoe, you’d be trouble.”
Phoenix stepped up and kissed her. “Whatever you say, angel.”
As he moved aside, Dallas took his place.
“You’ve got the sweetest heart, Jessie.” Dallas, too, pressed his lips to her mouth.
Next, Jackson stood in front of her. And he gave her another devastating cowboy kiss. “You’ve made my dreams come true, darlin’.”
“Come here,” Austin commanded.
Instantly she obeyed. He touched the new collar on her neck. It wasn’t the one he’d given her before. That one had been retired for this platinum beauty all five men had selected.
Austin put his arms around her shoulders and turned her to face his brothers. He nodded to each of them. “This amazing woman, Jessie Greene, soon to be Jessie Wilde, has given us a real home.” He swept his arm to the gorgeous landscape, and then he cupped her chin. “Thank you for saving me, pet.”
The eldest Wilde brother’s lips covered hers, and Jessie knew she, too, had finally come home.
THE END
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The Strong Cowboys of Wilde, Nevada
Chapter One
Charlene Wynn looked at her cell. One bar.
Please, let it be enough to get a call out.
The large sign on the empty road mocked her. It informed travelers that Wilde, Nevada was a
mere sixty-two miles ahead
. Its motto would’ve normally caused her to grin, but she wasn’t in a grinning mood no matter how ironic the welcome.
Wilde, Nevada—population 969, we welcome you with 1,938 arms.
“And almost as many dicks, too, apparently,” she muttered to herself. “Fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck.”
Her mother’s frequent admonishment to curb her tongue fired in her head.
Aloud, as if her mother was standing with her, Charly said, “I know. I know.”
She had a very good excuse for flinging the f-bombs, though. Her old car, which looked like it had been through a couple of wars, was dead on the side of the road in the middle of
bumfuck
.
No stranger to an engine, she’d changed the oil, topped the fluids, and aired the tires to get the beast up to par for the 2300-mile-long trip from Baltimore to Wilde. She’d only stopped once in Lincoln, Nebraska after already having traveled twenty hours. The one night at the hotel had cost her thirty-eight dollars, leaving her less than four hundred bucks to her name. Not much but enough to get her to Malibu. She’d hit the road at four in the morning today, and now, sixteen hours later, with only an hour of driving left to get to Wilde, her car had crapped out on her.
Still, she hated to call her cousin, Jessica Greene, for help, but she didn’t have a choice.
“Hello,” a strange voice answered.
“I’m sorry, I must—”
“No. No. This is Jessie’s phone. She’s indisposed at the moment, getting her wedding dress fitted. I’m Maude Strong.”
“Oh. How long before I can talk to her?” She didn’t want to tell the woman on the other line her troubles. Independence was so important in her life, and she normally was self-sufficient. Not this time.
Fuck!
“Awhile. Is this Charlene I’m talking to?” The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very welcoming.
“Yes.” Even listening to the woman’s warm tone, the truth of the matter was Charly didn’t want to be here. She’d only agreed to come to Northern Nevada to try to talk some sense into Jessica. Wilde had put some kind of spell on her cousin. Marrying a stranger she’d only just met a couple of months ago was nuts. Marrying five was completely insane.
Preventing Jessica’s wedding was the only reason she’d taken this detour on her trip to Malibu. Charly didn’t have any interest in the town or its citizens.
“Where are you, hun?” the woman asked, pulling Charly from her musings. “You need some help?”
Though her nerves were frayed, Charly tried to sound chipper. “Yes, I do.”
* * * *
Halfway between Vice and Wilde, Nevada, Drake Strong expected to come upon the bride’s stranded cousin at any moment.
His current errand pissed him off, but he wasn’t about to cry over spilt milk—
literally
. He eased his foot off the gas pedal, slowing his three-quarter-ton Chevy Silverado Crew Cab to the speed limit while continuing to scan the road ahead for any sign of the woman he’d been sent to rescue.
He’d first learned about Charlene Wynn a week ago at Norma’s Diner. His ears had perked up when Jessie Greene, the Wilde brothers’ fiancée, had mentioned that she, too, had a cousin. That very moment he’d wondered if the twenty-five-year-old coming to town for the wedding might be perfect for him and two of his brothers—Dax and Seth—as much as his five cousins’ big-city girl had been for them.
Seeing how Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Austin openly doted on their bride to be made Drake want even more to find
the woman
who would sweep him, Dax, and Seth off their feet. But the instant Jessie had mentioned her cousin’s summa cum laude distinction with her bachelor’s and her recent completion of a master’s degree in psychology, his she-might-be-the-one fantasy had crumbled to dust. That kind of woman just wasn’t his type, nor would such a woman be Dax’s and Seth’s dream girl.
Over the years, his three older brothers—Nate, Heath, and Tobias—had competed with him, Dax, and Seth for the affection of several beautiful women in town. Drake smiled. This would be a first.
Let them have free rein with Miss Charlene Wynn when she gets to town.
The northeastern girl likely would be one of those who skipped breakfast, ate two grapes and a single lettuce leaf for lunch, and for dinner downed a diet drink in the idiotic hopes of keeping her unflattering board shape intact. Any person who dared to join her for one of those sparse meals would certainly have to tolerate academic blathering and arrogance from her.
I hope she doesn’t float one of those three-dollar words at me on the ride back to Wilde. With the mood I’m in, I won’t be able to hide what I think of that, no matter what the fallout to come from her and the other wedding revelers.
The whole town had become completely obsessed with the Wilde wedding, and though he’d tried diligently to steer clear of the craziness, he’d been swept up in the matrimonial mess when the phone call had come from Ms. Wynn.
A grumbling in his gut reminded him that his earlier lack of restraint had been the cause of being on this mundane mission in the first place, instead of riding fences where he felt more at home than anywhere else. The call for help had come just as he’d begun cleaning up the broken glass, chocolate cake, and milk on his mother’s kitchen floor. How he wished he’d found the willpower to resist his mom, Maude Strong. But he never could. Her offer of dessert had turned him into a clumsy fool tripping over the saddle that he’d brought into the house.
If I’d only left it on the porch, I might’ve gotten away before the girl called.
“Your cousins have their hands full with a million chores your Aunt Mary has given them, Drake.” His mom had smiled. “Be a dear son, and go get Ms. Wynn.”
He’d considered trying to find one of his dads to take on the rescue, but when his mother had given him the don’t-argue-with-your-mom glare, he had just nodded that he would go.
Dax, his identical twin, had been much smarter than him, even skipping their mother’s blue-ribbon pot-roast meal. Seven minutes younger than Drake, his twin definitely had gotten the brains between them, while he’d been blessed with more brawn and—though the actual measuring hadn’t been done since they were thirteen—at least a half inch where it really counted.
Just then, Drake recalled that he hadn’t seen any of his brothers, except Heath, in the last couple of days, which was very unusual.
“Damn it, why didn’t I think to lay low while these nuptials were in full tilt?” he asked aloud just as he spotted the 1995 white Ford Fiesta on the shoulder on the opposite side of the road.
The car’s hood was up, but that wasn’t what was demanding Drake’s instant and absolute attention. The perfect, curvy ass in white jeans wiggling in front of him was. Not an inch of her would ever be called stick like.
Hot fuck, I’d love to take a ride on those curves.
The little thing stood on her front bumper, leaning into the engine in such a way that her amazing body folded into the most appetizing shape, causing his balls to load up.
This job was actually turning out to have some nice fringe bennies. Since there was no traffic on the county road, Drake made a U-turn on the asphalt to point back the way he’d just come. He wanted to get his truck in front of the old Ford in case he needed to tow it back to Wilde, but he was having trouble keeping his mind on the task instead of on the sexy bottom half, for the moment temporarily hidden from view by the hood, he’d just seen.
Wonder what the upper half is like?
As Drake slowly passed the heap, his
rescuee
stepped down from her perch in a single bound, causing her full breasts to bounce in the cotton top and her taut nipples to pierce the white fabric. Both her upper and lower were harmoniously matched.
Tipping his hat as he worked the truck in front of the Ford, he thought that such a delectable presentation of womanly beauty should’ve been classified as a barely concealed weapon out here in the Wild West.
“Charlene Wynn?” he mouthed.
She nodded and chewed on her thick, lush lips. Her shoulders sagged in an apparent sign of relief that he was
the one
who’d been sent for her and not some deranged stranger. Once his truck was parked, he got out of the cab and walked over to the dazzling temptation.
“Welcome to Nevada, Ms. Wynn.” Drake realized she couldn’t be more than five foot two, which with his six-six height created quite a contrast. She’d be so easy to lift up in his arms and carry around, and his cock stood up and cheered in his jeans at the idea. When she flipped back her long, dark hair, the beast between his legs nearly ripped the denim in two.
“Are you one of Jessie’s men?” she asked, holding out her hand for him to take.
Her voice reminded him of a spring shower, refreshing and light. Like a pocket watch swinging from side to side, her sea-blue eyes with full eyelashes mesmerized him.
He shook her hand and enjoyed the feel of her soft, delicate fingers. “No. I’m one of their cousins. Drake Strong. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Wynn.”
“Just Charly. I’m really sorry about this.” Her lips were luscious and wet. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said in his deepest tone, hoping to impress her. “Let’s take a look and see if it might be something I can fix on the spot.”
Her pretty little eyebrows shot up. “I think I’m going to need a new starter.”
“Really? Why do you think that?”
“Unless the battery is dead, and it shouldn’t be since I just replaced it before this trip, it’ll be the starter.” She put her hands on her curvy hips, causing lust to fill him up. “When I turn the key in the ignition, nothing.”
“You know a thing or two about engines, yep?”
“I’ve had to.” Charly nodded, and even that small gesture ignited something hot and uncontrollable in him.
Did the woman have a clue how fucking hot she was? Watching her, he doubted it. “Why?”
“Being a full-time student for the past seven years, I’ve had to do a lot of things to save money. Surprise you, Drake?”
“Some.” He wondered what other surprises this girl had up her sleeves. “Belts look good. Fluids are fine.”
“I changed my oil only two days ago.” She was close enough for him to get a whiff of her scent of warm honey and clover. He realized that his nose had to be connected to his dick somehow, since the message of her sweet-smelling notes made his cock rock hard. “If it turns out to be the starter, I’m going to have to wait on changing my brakes.”
“You can change your own brakes?”
“That and a whole lot more, cowboy.”
“I look forward to finding out about the
more.
”
She frowned. “How much longer?”
Drake wondered...“I want to try to jump-start your car just to rule the battery out as the problem.”
Charly shrugged.
After getting her to turn the key a couple of times with his jumper cables attaching her battery to his, Drake knew the beautiful would-be home mechanic was right about the starter. After unhooking the cables, he closed the hood. “We need to tow you to the garage in Elko. Let me get my chains—”
“Don’t need them,” Charly said, holding her own set. “Keep them in the trunk for these kind of occasions.” Then, without waiting for him, she crawled under her front bumper, obviously with no care about keeping her clothes out of the dirt. Her upper half disappeared, leaving her lower half in the white, tight jeans for him to enjoy without hesitation.