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

by Chloe Lang

  Her body began to tremble. Yes. This is the moment. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. No more waiting. “I want you to make love to me, too.”

  His hands glided down her sides like feathers, tickling ever so slightly where he touched. His mouth pressed against hers. She parted her lips, and his tongue swept into her. Kissing had never been so awesome in her entire life. Her body warmed just from his kiss, and she felt desire roll through her for more, much more.

  Jackson ended the kiss, only to shift down so that his incredible lips grazed her breast. A shiver shot from where his hot breath hit her nipples. When he licked her tip, she felt moistness flow from her pussy.

  “Darlin’, I love this. Heaven to me would be giving you pleasure morning, noon, and night.” Tingles shot into her body from where his fingers touched her sides.

  Her breath caught in her chest. I have to tell him I’m still a virgin. She knew it wouldn’t be right not to let him know. He might not want to go through with it, but she had to give him that choice.

  She choked out, “Jackson, there’s something I need to tell you before we make love.”

  His finger came up to her mouth, urging her to silence. “Not now, darlin’. We can talk later. I’m sure there’s a lot we both want to say to one another. Now is for enjoyment, pleasure...”

  “B–But, I’m not experienced.” Much easier to say than I’m a virgin.

  His face softened, and he grabbed her hands. “It doesn’t matter how much experience you have or haven’t had. I just want to touch you, darlin’. Make you feel good. Will you let me do that?”

  Jessie threw her arms around his neck. Who knew that chivalry was alive and well in Wilde. “Yes. Please.”

  “Perfect. This is our first time together, and I want to make it unforgettable for you.” His thumb brushed against her clit, making her wondrously woozy. “That’s it, sweetheart. I’m gonna get your pussy good and wet.”

  While Jackson’s one hand worked over her mound, his other massaged her breast, creating a circuit of sparks from each place he touched her. Her back arched up from the bed, but before she could reach orgasm, his hands left her body.

  “Not yet, Jessie. I want you to be delirious to come.” He sent a digit into her pussy, and she felt heat well up inside her. She’d used a vibrator before on her clit, but his finger was evoking something very different from her body.

  “You’re really tight, sweetheart.” He smiled, and her world spun wonderfully.

  I need to tell him the truth. But all she could summon was a moan.

  “Darlin’, let’s see what happens when I add another finger into that pretty little pussy of yours.”

  When he put another finger inside her, she felt a burning stretch and a tinge of hurt. She wondered how she’d ever be able to take his huge dick inside her pussy. She reached up and touched his muscled chest with her fingertips. He felt like steel. His fingers kept thrusting in and out of her, over and over. Deep...then deeper. This went on for what seemed like eternity, driving her mad with desire. Nothing else mattered. She craved to take the final plunge and let him ravish her fully. His light pinches on her nipples, his nibbling on her neck, his fingers inside her pussy, his tenderness and soft whispers...all worked together to stoke a blaze in her that both thrilled and terrified.

  Without a word, Jackson positioned his head between her legs. His tongue danced through her pussy’s folds, and she felt more liquid seep from her slit. Her legs shot up around his neck, urging him to go on. He did, thank God. Jackson kept raising the stakes, teasing her clit for a second, then backing off before she could get relief. Over and over, he pushed her higher.

  “Please,” she breathed. “I can’t take much more.” Spinning in the haze he’d created, she knew that she needed Jackson to be her first.

  He looked up from between her legs, grinning wickedly. “You can, and you will. I plan on spending a lot of time tasting your sweet cream, Jessie.” With that, he dove back down on her pussy, laving her into a complete frenzy. His hands cupped her ass cheeks. Suddenly, his lips captured her clit, pressing until she trembled uncontrollably. Fisting the sheets, she arched up into his greedy mouth.

  Electricity fired through every vein, every muscle, every inch of her skin. The orgasm blasted through her, and her muscles jerked violently. Tears streamed from her eyes.

  “You’re ready to take my cock?” Jackson’s tone held both deviousness and hunger.

  “Y–Yes.” Her head spun as he circled her clit with a finger, but never touching it. She tried to shift her hips so that she could feel his touch on her bundle of nerves, but he’d move teasingly before his finger would hit it. “Now.”

  He growled. “I’ve got to get inside that tight pussy, sweetheart.”

  Oh, God! Here it comes. “Y–Yes. Please.”

  He grabbed one of the condoms and had his massive cock sheathed in a flash. “Darlin’, you’ve got me burning with lust for you. I so want to drive into you fast and furious, but you’re way too tight for that. I’ve got to stretch you out slow and easy, sweetheart. I’m going to take my time. Besides, I want to make this last as long as possible. Understand?”

  All she could muster was a nod to answer him. She bit her lip, yearning for him to be inside her so badly she thought she might lose her mind.

  Jackson rolled on top of her, and she could feel the tip of his dick on her soaked folds. “You’re fucking incredible, Jessie.” His words amazed her and made her want him more. “I’m so glad you’re here with me now.”

  She closed her eyes, savoring the moment and his words.

  Jackson started to thrust into her, then suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and found him staring down at her with a look of amazement on his face. He knows.

  “P–Please, take me, Jackson.”

  He nodded, kissed her lips, and then drove into her pussy, piercing her virgin flesh, filling her beyond what she thought possible.

  She closed her eyes tight against the sharp pain and felt tears sting her eyes and then stream down her cheeks. Her head spun wildly.

  “Sweetheart, I–I hope I didn’t hurt you.” His face was cloudy with concern.

  “It’s o–okay. I–I’m fine. Just don’t move.” She bit her lip. He’d stretched her insides wide.

  He nodded. “Take your time, Jessie.”

  After a bit, the pain subsided, and all that remained was a deluge of need she’d never known.

  She wanted him to go even deeper. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to take her completely. Her hands shot up to his shoulders, and she racked his skin with her nails. Waves of desire crashed frantically inside her body.

  Jackson growled into her mouth, and she felt him place his hands on her waist, pushing himself deeper into her before he began a slow, steady rhythm. Soon, every nerve ending buzzed to life inside her. Her breaths had morphed into panting, coming faster and faster. Responding intuitively to his thrusts, she clenched down on his dick with her pussy.

  “I can tell you’re getting close, sweetheart.” Jackson’s low tone caused more tears to stream out of her eyes. He looked like a hungry lion, and she felt like his willing prey. “Does it feel good? Do you like my dick inside you?”

  Her clit throbbed. “Y–Yes.”

  Jackson’s strokes sped up, filling her up totally. His fixed stare mesmerized her. She dug her nails into his shoulders as the beginning of her release rumbled deep inside her.

  “Fuck.” His word sounded more like a desperate breath.

  Jessie felt his cock hit a spot inside her pussy, over and over, igniting her orgasm to an explosion that blasted every cell in her body to white-hot.

  His eyes shut. “I–I’m coming.”

  Her mind reeled with such strong emotions and her insides flared with such intensity, she thought she might faint. Suddenly, she screamed as Jackson gave her the most amazing, intense climax she’d ever felt or imagined.

  Her body began shivering violently. Remaining inside
her, Jackson rolled to his side and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her.

  “Darlin’, what’s wrong? Are you all right?”

  Breathlessly, she tried to speak. “I–I should’ve told you—”

  “Shh.” Jackson pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “You gave me the most awesome honor. I’m fucking blown away. Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” Her body continued to shake uncontrollably, as her climax subsided slowly. “In fact, I feel amazing.”

  “I don’t know what to say, except thank you for giving me this precious gift.”

  She kissed him. “Thank you.”

  “I’ve never wanted someone more in my entire life.” Jackson kissed her hair. “You overwhelm me, Jessie.”

  “I feel the same way.”

  She snuggled into him. The wait had been worth it. Jackson had made her first time perfect.

  Chapter Four

  Jackson kept holding Jessie. He’d never been with a virgin before, and that he’d been her first triggered something very primitive inside him. She was his. Though earlier he’d guessed that she would be perfect for him, now he knew it to his very core.

  “I want to take another shower, Jackson. Also, I’ve got to replace these sheets.”

  “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’ll dispose of them. I also know where Aunt Maude houses the clean linens.”

  “Thank you.” She leaned up and tenderly kissed him.

  “Let me take you to breakfast. My treat for your birthday. The diner’s King Cakes are awesome.”

  “I forgot I told you it was my birthday.” She smiled. “What are King cakes?”

  “Flapjacks, but no one calls them that here. Does warm syrup, whipped butter, a side of bacon, and hot coffee tempt you?”

  “Sounds yummy.” Then she looked at the clock. “Damn it. I’m going to be late.”

  His gut clenched. The ruse would be up soon, and then what would she think of him? She might get angry at first, but after having shared such an intimate moment together, surely she wouldn’t stay mad. “Let me go get you a breakfast burrito. You can eat it on the way to the mine.”

  She tilted her head. “How did you know that I was going to the mine? I never said anything about that last night.”

  He was walking a fine line. “Everyone knows, Jessie. This is a small town.”

  Her mouth curled up into the prettiest smile, and she shrugged. “So much for surprising the mine's top brass.”

  “Once they get a look at you, they’ll be really surprised.” Especially Austin. “Get ready. I'll be back in a flash. I'll drive you.”

  “Thanks, but I have a rental car. I'll be fine.”

  “You sure like to argue, don't you?”

  “Do you think because you’re my first you get to be bossy with me?” She giggled.

  “Yep. Especially in between the sheets, sweetheart.” He hopped out of bed and started putting on his clothes. “Enjoy your shower. I'll take you via a secret shortcut that’ll save you ten minutes, maybe more.”

  She nodded, sitting up on the bed. Twisting around, her feet hit the floor. She stood up, giving his eyes a feast of her gorgeous naked behind. “I really like a spicy breakfast.”

  “Me, too. Two sausage, egg, and cheese burritos with hot jalapeno peppers.”

  “That sounds divine.” She sauntered into the bathroom, her perfect ass bouncing with each step. “Don’t be long, Jackson.”

  “I won’t.” Being away from Jessie one second longer than necessary wasn’t something he would ever tolerate. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

  * * * *

  Jackson crossed Main Street and beelined to Norma’s Diner. He would bet Jessica would love their breakfast burritos. He pushed the glass door open, and the little bell above jingled.

  Norma’s décor hadn’t changed in five decades. Two rows of booths ran the length of the place with a narrow path between them that Norma herself, her daughters, and now even her granddaughters could navigate with more plates than humanly possible. The pass-through to the kitchen was opposite the front of the diner where the manual cash register sat on the counter. Jackson loved the delicious smells that always filled the place.

  The diner was unusually empty, except for one booth with three of his favorite people. Aunt Maude sat between her husbands, Greg and Grant Strong. Jackson had heard the story a dozen times how she’d followed her little sister, Jackson’s mom, to Wilde to try to beat some sense into her about how nuts it would be to marry his dads. She’d always finish the tale with a big grin and a final thought. “Didn’t work out quite the way I’d planned. Now, I’m stuck with these two washed-up cowboys.”

  “Get over here, boy,” Uncle Greg ordered.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Jackson stepped up to the table but didn’t sit down. The three were sipping on coffee. Uncle Grant sat by Aunt Maude with his arm around her. Her other husband held her hand from across the table.

  “We were about to order.” Uncle Greg shifted over in the booth and patted the seat. “Why don’t you join us?”

  Jackson’s aunt tilted her head toward him. “I don’t think our nephew has time to eat with us, hun. I believe someone is waiting for a delivery of food. That right?”

  “Are you some kind of mind reader now, Aunt Maude? Carlotta is going to be pissed that you’re moving in on her business.”

  “Just one of my many gifts. Even so, I’ll leave the fortune telling to Carlotta.”

  Grant leaned into her and kissed her cheek. “And so many gifts, too.”

  “Stop it.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Jackson, I know how you are. That sweet girl is not from Wilde. She doesn’t know what a rascal you are. You’ve left enough broken hearts in this town.”

  Uncle Greg grinned. “Not just Wilde. Hell, the whole county.”

  “You forgot that girl from Vegas,” Uncle Grant chimed in. “I’d say all of Nevada.”

  The two men chuckled, until they both saw their wife was frowning at them. They were instantly quieted.

  She fixed Jackson with a stern stare. “If you’re still into sowing oats, do it with local girls who know what they’re getting into. Leave Miss Greene alone.”

  He wanted to tell Aunt Maude that he knew Jessie was the one, but he couldn’t. First, he needed to talk to his brothers. Well, at least all but Austin.

  Jackson felt a hand come down on his shoulder and squeeze painfully tight. He turned to find the last person he wanted to see this morning.

  Austin’s eyes were dark and narrowed. “What the hell were you thinking? I told you to check out the new investigator, not screw her. As dumb as you can be at times, even I wouldn’t have guessed you could’ve fucked up so badly.”

  “Austin, mind your tongue.” Aunt Maude’s tone was sharper than Jackson had heard in years.

  “Don’t talk about Jessie like that, Austin, or so help me—”

  “The dads left me in charge of the mine. I won’t back off. Think, Jackson. She has the authority to shut the mine down if she deems it necessary. Don’t you get it? We’ve been virtually incident free until last week. Now, we have three freak accidents in four days straight. This is a shit storm, and you’re sleeping with the enemy.”

  “She’s not our enemy.”

  “Boys, that’s enough. Seems to me you’ve got something to work out.” Uncle Grant motioned to the door. “Take it outside. I don’t want your aunt’s breakfast spoiled by some argument between two of our favorite nephews.”

  “I have an order to place for Jessie before I leave.” Jackson waved Samantha, Norma’s youngest daughter, over. Then he turned to Austin. “I’ll meet you outside.”

  “Make sure you do. I have much more to say about this matter.” Austin turned around and bolted out the door, just as Samantha stepped next to Jackson.

  “What’s up with Austin? He’s more gloomy than normal, even for him.” Norma’s daughter had become quite the beauty since graduating high school. She placed her hip
against his. Nineteen and quite the tease. Normally, he enjoyed her flirtations, but something about it now made him uncomfortable, knowing Jessie was waiting for him at the Hotel Cactus, he supposed.

  He shuffled a couple of steps away from Samantha. “I’d like to get two sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast burritos and two cups of coffee.”

  She scribbled down the order. “That for here, handsome?”

  “Nope. To go, please.”

  “I’ll have it for you in a flash.” Samantha sent him a naughty wink, then headed to the kitchen.

  “Jackson Wilde, what is up with you and Miss Greene?” Aunt Maude asked softly.

  “I have to talk to my brothers about that before I can say.”

  “Uh-huh.” Her lips curled up into a wonderful smile. “I think I’m getting the picture pretty clear.”

  “Can you fill me in then, honey?” Uncle Grant asked.

  “Later, sweetheart. Go talk to Austin. That one will need some convincing.”

  Jackson nodded and walked to face his eldest brother’s wrath. Aunt Maude was right about Austin. How in the hell would he ever be convinced that Jessie was the woman for him and his brothers? He needed to talk to Phoenix. Closest in age to Jackson, he had a better handle on how to deal with the other brothers, in particular Austin.

  When Jackson stepped outside, Austin wasn’t alone. Thankfully, Phoenix stood next to him. No doubt, Austin had already grilled him about what had happened.

  “Spill it, lil’ brother.” Austin looked as if he were ready to explode. Both his hands were curled into fists.

  During Jackson’s teen years, his brother had punched him on several occasions for well-deserved infractions. The worst had been when Jackson had secretly smoked one of the dads’ pipes and had set an entire field of alfalfa on fire. Looking at Austin, Jackson thought his eldest brother was even angrier with him now.