Lang, Chloe - Going Wilde [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Chloe Lang

  He turned to Jackson. “Who’s this?”

  “Jessica.”

  He tipped his gray hat to her, and she spied smooth black hair hugging his neck and ears. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Denver.” He smiled, and his pale blue eyes glistened with a come-hither sparkle. Jessica’s breath froze in her chest for a moment. Denver seemed a bit more serious than Jackson, but still looked good enough to eat.

  The man to her left stepped forward. The sun-soaked, muscled creature sent her a mischievous grin. His chin had one of those inviting indentions she always loved, enhancing his already sexy appearance.

  “I’m Dallas, ma’am.” He removed his white hat, revealing razor-cut dark hair, and winked with twinkling green eyes. Dallas might be trouble, in a good way.

  The last man paused and studied her for a moment. His intense scrutiny made her shiver. With the physique of a Greek god, he was the tallest of the lot. She knew a few artists back in New York that would’ve lost their minds if such a specimen ever walked into their studios to model. When he removed his hat, she envied his blond, wavy locks. Hell, being so close to male perfection had her head spinning.

  “I’m Phoenix.” His hazel eyes never broke their stare, not even to blink.

  “Is everyone in Wilde named after a city?” Suddenly wobbly, she put her free hand on the pool table. Jackson grabbed it and squeezed.

  “No.” Phoenix’s face was grim. “How long do you plan on staying in Wilde?”

  Jessica swallowed. “Not sure yet.”

  Dallas lifted a brow. “You might grow to like our little town, ma’am.”

  Denver grinned and nodded. “We’ll do everything we can to make sure of that.”

  Wondering what everything entailed sent shivers down her spine. Wow, who knew she had such a dirty mind?

  “Please, call me Jessica. Ma’am is for old ladies.”

  Dallas shook his head. “Sorry, but in these parts, ma’am is how gentlemen address ladies.”

  “You’ve never been called a gentleman. Why pretend now?” Jackson chuckled. “You guys want to play pool or not?”

  Denver nodded. “I'm definitely game.” Then he looked at his watch. “Damn, I’ve gotta get Becky her meds.”

  “Is your wife ill?”

  Jackson laughed. “Becky’s his horse. No wife or girlfriend for any of us.”

  Jessica felt her cheeks burn. Had she made the same mistake once again? If yes, she needed to get her broken gaydar fixed, and pronto. “Please tell me you guys aren’t into each other.”

  “If I were gay, I know I could do a lot better than my ugly brothers.” Dallas looked at Denver. “Call Austin. He’s got nothing better to do than to play nursemaid to your horse.”

  “Great idea.” Denver pulled out an iPhone, started dialing, and walked to a quiet corner a few feet away.

  Not so remote as not to have cell service. “You’re all brothers?”

  “Yes.” Phoenix eyed her intently, scanning her body as thoroughly as an MRI machine.

  Gaydar fully functional—only sexy straight men in my vicinity.

  “Let me guess...Denver is the oldest?”

  “We’re all old enough, but yes, he is the oldest here. Twenty-eight.” Dallas grinned. “I’m twenty-seven. Phoenix is twenty-six.” He slapped Jackson on the back. “And lil’ bro here is twenty-five.”

  Being an only child, Jessica couldn’t imagine how their mother had managed—or why she’d managed—to have so many babies back to back. “Must’ve been something else at your house when you were little.”

  “Sure was.” Dallas waved down a male server. “Bring us some shot glasses and another bottle of tequila.”

  Jackson put his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. “Have you played eight ball before?”

  His possessive hold felt good to her. “Some.”

  “What are we playing for?” Dallas asked.

  They all turned to her, but none of them spoke.

  She choked out, “For fun.”

  “Yes, we are.” Jackson pulled her in tighter.

  “Sounds good to me, lil’ bro,” Denver said, putting his cell away.

  “Rack ’em up, Phoenix.” Jackson guided her over to a table and chairs. He placed the bottle, limes, shaker, and glasses on it, then poured two more shots.

  As Phoenix set up the table for their game, Jessica’s head spun. She was being really foolish and reckless. But it was her birthday, damn it. Flirting with four sexy cowboys had lifted her spirits. She didn’t want to be sensible tonight. Wasn’t that what she’d always been? Yes, and look where that got her.

  Jessica slammed her third tequila shot, shoving aside her common sense. When in Wilde... “I want to break.”

  “You heard the lady. Hand her a stick.”

  Chapter Two

  “She’ll never make that bank shot. We’re still in this,” Dallas told Phoenix and Denver, then shot her a heavenly grin. “Do your best, sexy lady.”

  Jessica’s body buzzed warm from the three shots of tequila and the four brothers’ unabashed flirtations. She’d not had so much attention, ever. Back in Manhattan, only the really hot women got such treatment. She didn’t really understand these cowboys’ unrelenting come-ons. Had to be the tequila working on them or lack of women in the bar. Whatever. She wasn’t arguing.

  She looked down at the table devoid of all the solids. She grinned, enjoying their shocked looks as she ran the table once again. Now, one shot to go and she’d win another game. The eight was behind the thirteen, so she didn’t have a clear shot.

  “Watch and learn, boys.” She hit the cue ball against the rail for the next-to-impossible bank shot. It connected perfectly with the black sphere, sending it into the side pocket. She jumped up, thrilled with her success. “That makes three games to zero. We win!”

  “Haven’t played in a long time, my ass.” Dallas shot her a wide grin.

  “Great job, partner.” Jackson leaned into her, pulled her close, and kissed her hair. She took in a whiff of his scent. Leather and pine. So good.

  “You, too.” She wiggled free of his grasp, stepped to the table with her half-eaten burger and the tequila. She poured two shots, leaving the others’ glasses empty. She handed Jackson his glass. “Let’s toast our victory over your brothers.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Last one.”

  “Are you worried about me? That’s so sweet.” She looked at the other three brothers. “To our triumph.”

  She slammed the shot. Surrounded by hot men brimming with testosterone and looking like they had wicked intentions, her mind whirled, and she felt fuzzy around the edges. She liked the feeling, stupid or not. From age thirteen, Jessica had grown up fast, given what was happening at home. Even then, she only had Michael, her then-boyfriend, now ex-fiancé, to talk to. He’d always been good that way.

  “She hustled all of us.” Phoenix glared, then poured the tequila in his shot glass. “Even you, Jackson.” He raised his glass to her, then downed it.

  “Yep, she did.” Grabbing her hands, Jackson dark, fixed stare flustered her. “What are we going to do about that?”

  Jessica gulped. She looked at the Horseshoe’s clock. One-fifteen. “Well, let me pay my part of the bill. I need to get at least a couple hours of sleep. I’ve got an important meeting in a few hours.”

  “You do?” Phoenix muttered from behind her.

  Crap. She’d said too much. Keeping her arrival a surprise for the top brass of the mine was important for her investigation. The likelihood that these guys worked at the mine was high. Where else would they be employed out here? “Just meeting a few people.”

  “I already took care of the bill, Jessica.” Dallas grinned.

  “You shouldn’t have done that, but thank you.” She wasn’t sure if it was the tequila or her twenty-five-year dry spell, but she really didn’t want the evening to end. “I’ve had fun, guys.”

  Jackson coiled his arm around her waist and pulled her in tight. Being so close to h
im felt heavenly. “We’ll make sure you get back to your room.”

  “The Hotel Cactus is only across the street.”

  His eyes darkened. “You may have street smarts for most places, but out here, a gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t be walking without an escort. No sense arguing.”

  Gorgeous woman? She felt foggy, warm, and unable to argue with him. If his eyesight was compromised, who was she to tell him? She shrugged. “Okay.”

  The brothers surrounded her like her own personal battalion of bodyguards, then walked her out of the Horseshoe, toward the Cactus.

  When they arrived at the hotel’s front door, the woman in the housecoat looked up from her computer. Her eyes glittered with a suspicious light as she looked them over.

  Jackson smiled. “Hi, Aunt Maude. Don’t let us disturb you now. You go back to updating your Facebook.”

  “You and your brothers aren’t too old for me to call your mama if there’s any trouble. I think my sister could still tan your backsides if need be. Miss Greene is my guest. You boys better be nice. You hear?” Maude said with a twinkle in her eye, followed by a wink to her.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Phoenix and Denver said in unison.

  Dallas reached for one of the chocolate chip cookies on the glass dish on the counter.

  Maude slapped the back of his hand. “Young man, those are for guests.”

  He leaned across the counter and kissed the woman on the cheek. “But I love your cookies. You’re the best cook in Wilde.”

  “Sweet talker. Fine. Take one.” Maude grinned and then turned to Jessica. “If these boys don’t behave, you call me, alright? I’ll change their Facebook statuses to wishing they were dead, if you know what I mean.”

  Jessica relaxed, seeing the exchange between Aunt Maude and the brothers. It made sense to her that they were related since Wilde was a small town. Couldn’t be too many families in the area? There was real love between the woman and them. No doubt Maude could handle these cowboys with a single word. “I will. Thank you.”

  “Good night, hun.”

  “Let’s go, Miss Greene.” Jackson led her to the hotel’s staircase with the beautiful antique oak railing.

  On the wall were oil paintings of landscapes and wildlife that she imagined were from the area. In other circumstances, she would’ve enjoyed taking them in, but with each step closer to her room her breaths came faster. She wondered if Jackson might want a kiss goodnight. I sure wouldn’t mind one from him. Once she tasted Jackson’s lips, she would say goodnight. Next, she’d rush into her hotel room and shut the door, leaving Jackson and his brothers in the hall. Finally, she could revel in the memory of being showered with such manly attention. Like Jackson is really going to kiss me.

  When they arrived at her door, she took the key, not plastic card, and unlocked the door. She opened it and turned around. “Thank you, guys. This has been a fun night.”

  Dallas stepped forward. “It sure has.” Instantly, he planted his lips against her mouth in a shocker of a kiss. She’d expected this from Jackson, but she couldn’t deny that she damn near melted at the feel of Dallas’s warm lips on her. This was no peck, but a full-on kiss, causing her toes to curl. When he stepped back, she felt blood heat up her cheeks with a flush.

  Before she could get her bearings, Denver edged forward. He cradled her hips in his broad hands. His hot gaze made her tremble. “You knock my socks off, honey.”

  Leaning into her, he kissed her eyes closed. Next, he took her mouth with his own. Softer than Dallas’s kiss had been, but just as possessive, it jetted tingles spread through her body.

  After the last kiss ended, another began. She opened her eyes and instantly realized this one was from Phoenix. He parted his lips and his probing tongue made her delightfully lightheaded as the embrace heated her up from the inside out. He crushed her against his chest with his hand on her back, forcing her to stretch up on her tiptoes. His tongue pushed past her lips once more and swept the inside of her mouth like a conquering invader. The friction of their bodies had her nipples peaked and throbbing. An ache grew deep inside her. For more.

  When Phoenix ended their kiss, he licked her neck. “There’s a lot to learn about you, isn’t there? You’re something else.” His tone was serious, with a hint of hunger.

  Next she felt Jackson’s hand on her shoulder. He turned her to face him, a question about their actions on her lips. But he cupped her chin and looked at her with worship. Suddenly, she couldn’t find her tongue.

  “You’re so beautiful, Jessie,” Jackson murmured.

  “I–It’s J–Jessica.” In Manhattan, she’d be considered a bit plump with average looks. Super-slim was always the pinnacle. Apparently to Jackson and his brothers, she was beautiful. That had her body buzzing and her head spinning.

  “You’re Jessie to us.” Without another word, he covered her mouth with his own.

  He molded his lips to hers, moving softly as first, but picking up the pace as he hauled her close. Suddenly, his hand lightly brushed her breast, sending a tingling sensation shooting through her body. His tongue moved along the seam of her lips. Oh, my God! This is happening.

  She felt Jackson’s hand graze her hip as he shoved the door open. He lifted her up in his arms, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. She’d never felt so dizzy with desire in her life. At this moment, she didn’t give a damn about anything else. All of her worries and insecurities fell away as his tongue invaded and plundered her mouth. She felt feminine and wanted, something she’d always craved.

  Jackson never removed his lips from hers as he toted her into the room. Footsteps told her that his brothers followed. Her heart thudded like a jackhammer in her chest, still reeling from being passed around so each could steal a kiss from her. Foolish or not, she wanted what they were offering more than words could express. Hell, she deserved it. This was her birthday.

  Jackson kissed her as he carried her gently to the bed. His lips played and sucked at hers. She felt her back hit the mattress, but her mind was whirling. All that seemed to matter was the heat of his body against hers. He rolled on top of her, and she could feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans. He wanted her. They all did. Please, let this moment go on forever. She threaded her hands in his hair, enjoying the softness she found there. She could feel the other brothers’ eyes on them, watching intently. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should protest, but the attention just caused her clit to swell and her pussy to dampen. Though nervousness rocked inside of her, it now had a dance partner—desire.

  “That is so fucking hot, you two.” Phoenix’s voice sounded more like a growl than words. Since he was the closest to her and Jackson, she was able to catch a glimpse of his hazel eyes. They were burning with passion, and her temperature rose.

  Jackson released her lips, now swollen and throbbing from their overwhelming kiss. “Jessie, tell us what you want.”

  Jessica was beginning to like the sound of the nickname he’d given her, especially the passionate way he said it. She squirmed under him as need clawed deep inside her body. “This is crazy to me. I don’t really know what I want. I just know I want to be here with you.”

  “No problem.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with intent. “We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart.”

  Not worry? She tried to focus her muddled thoughts on something logical that would help her get her footing back, like asking them to leave. When he wasn’t actively touching her, reality crashed back in. What was she doing? But then Jackson started undressing her, and her mind went blank. Deliberately, he unbuttoned her shirt. Her body shook lightly as his fingers traced the skin just outside her bra.

  “God, she’s so gorgeous.” Phoenix said, his voice thick with desire. “I bet her skin is so soft.”

  “Oh, she’s silky and smooth.” Jackson’s words sizzled to her nipples.

  She looked to Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver, all standing by the bed, totally transfixed. Their eyes were
focused on one thing and one thing only—her.

  Jessie had never felt as beautiful as she did right now, and she savored their unanimous adoration of her. When Jackson’s thumb pressed on her right nipple through the fabric of her bra, she let out a little, passionate hiss.

  His eyes caught hers. The intensity she found there captivated her. “You like me touching you, darlin’?”

  Jessie felt like she was floating. “U—uh—huh.” It was all she could manage. Everything seemed centered on the touch of his hand on her breast.

  She heard clothes being shucked by their audience. Warning: naked cowboys in my room. What should I do about that? Tell them to go, scream for Maude, or keep on enjoying their kisses...

  Unable to focus, her mind became fuzzy and her body got tingly. But when Jackson unclasped her bra and helped her out of it, her complete attention locked in on him.

  He planted a kiss on her mouth and then leaned back, staring at her chest. “Your breasts are fucking unbelievable.” His hands covered her mounds, and he began gently kneading her flesh. Goose bumps popped on her skin, and her pussy got even wetter.

  She felt her shoes being removed. Two hands on each foot massaged away the remaining hesitation. This was heavenly, and she wanted to take the ride through every passion-filled mile...all the way to the end of the line. Jackson rolled off of her.

  Her eyes followed him off the bed. She felt the loss of his heat, his weight. “What?”

  He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. I want to feel you against me. I want to touch you, Jessie, every inch of you. Nothing between us.”

  “Yes. Please.” She wanted that more than she wanted her next breath. How had she gone so long with the feel of him?

  She looked down at where Dallas and Denver, free from clothes, worked out every bit of tightness in her thighs, ankles, and feet. Everywhere they touched she felt sparks of heat. Their bodies were perfectly muscled and beautifully tan. What made her catch her breath was seeing their hardness between their legs, evidence of their desire for her. God, they were huge. She’d never felt so wanted in all her life.