by Chloe Lang
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 whi
te, tight jeans for him to enjoy without hesitation.
He was so tempted to crawl down and pull off her pants to see the pretty pussy he knew was behind the denim. That vision caused his cock to extend more to the almost painful.
Damn, if all prenuptial tasks were this good, he’d have to give some serious thought to ditching his saddle and spurs for a wedding planner’s clipboard.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.
For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.
Chloe’s family consists of a wonderful man she’s been married to for twelve years and a precious daughter.
Also by Chloe Lang
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 1:
Going Wilde
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2:
Wilde Fire
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3:
Running Wilde
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4:
Wilde Nights
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5:
Wilde Surrender
Also by Sophie Oak and Chloe Lang
Siren LoveXtreme: Playing the Field
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