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

by Chloe Lang

  Jackson cupped her chin and guided her mouth to his. She tasted sweet and warm. He pressed his tongue against her lips, demanding entrance. A wonderful rush blasted through him.

  When he ended the kiss, he looked at her delicate hand, threading Phoenix’s hair while he laved her nipple. Hot lust raged inside him. He pressed her swollen clit, and she let out a sweet moan. The scent of her cream wafting up from between her legs increased his madness.

  “Jessie, tell me if you like Phoenix teething your taut nipple.”

  “I–I love it.” Her breathing sped up and became shallow.

  Jackson’s need for her blistered like lava. The more he saw her filled with pleasure, the more he wanted to give to her. He kissed the side of her neck.

  Phoenix leaned up from his meal of her chest. “I’ve got to taste her sweetness.” His brother shifted down on the bed and, without hesitation, began sampling her juices.

  Jessie’s back arched off the bed, and her hands fisted the sheets. Jackson tweaked her nipples, and watched her shudder. “Let’s get her between us, Phoenix.”

  “Gotcha.” Phoenix rolled off the bed.

  Jackson did the same, on the other side.

  Using their hands they guided her to the middle of the bed up on her knees. Phoenix leaned over from his side, placed his hands on her waist, and then swooped down between her legs to dine on her soaked little cunt.

  Jackson placed his hands on her perfect, round buttocks, and spread them apart.

  Breathlessly, Jessie said, “If y–you’re thinking a–about taking me from b–behind, I–I’m not sure I can.”

  Looking at her pink ring, his desire to be in her sweet ass felt like a ravenous beast inside him. Nothing would hold him back. “Sweetheart, this is the crash course. You’re way past vanilla sex. I know you’ll love it. Leave everything to me.” He licked her backside entrance, and as he knew she would, she squirmed. God, she’s something else.

  He and Phoenix bathed her pussy and bottom’s intimate spot over and over...until she wept as another orgasm seized her. Then she screamed.

  As her shivers backed off, he and Phoenix donned condoms. Jackson grabbed the lube from his side table and began applying a generous amount to Jessie’s ass’s oval entrance. Phoenix stretched out on the bed with his dick jutting straight out.

  Jackson flipped Jessie face-first on top of his brother so that his cock was positioned to enter her tight pussy. He watched as Phoenix guided his dick into her depths. Hunger leapt up inside him as he watched her take all of his brother’s cock. Soon, the two were in sync with their thrusts.

  “God, you’re so wet and tight.” Phoenix’s words told Jackson that he was a goner for her, too.

  As his brother continued pummeling Jessie with his cock, Jackson pressed a finger against her lubed-up backside entrance. “You’re going to feel a bit of pain, sweetheart. Just breathe through it, and you will feel amazing pleasure. I promise.”

  Jackson pushed past her tightness, and she let out a tiny yelp. Phoenix halted his movements into her.

  “I–I’m okay. I’m breathing.”

  “Good girl. Now relax your muscles. You can do it.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Right now, you’re too fucking tight to take me, darlin’. I want inside you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Her eyes closed, then opened. She smiled, “I’m doing it.”

  “Yes, you are.” Jackson loved feeling her insides contracting around his finger. He went in and out, stretching her for his dick. He added another finger. She jerked a bit, but then immediately went back to sliding up and down Phoenix’s cock. Once he had her ready and writhing for more, he moved up her back and placed the tip of his cock at her bottom’s entry.

  “Jessie, take a deep breath for me.”

  Instantly, she obeyed.

  “Hold it. Good. Now let it out slow...don’t stop.” When he thought she was about halfway through the exhalation, he pushed past the fleshy barrier. He heard her let out the last lungful of air in a single whoosh.

  “It’s too much.”

  Though every instinct inside him pushed him to slam into her, he withheld. She needed him to guide her, so he didn’t move an inch. He didn’t want to cause her undo pain. “Breathe, sweetheart. That’s it. Good.”

  “Oh, my God. You’re both inside me.”

  If Jackson hadn’t been so hot with lust, he would’ve smiled. “You ready for more?”

  “Sure she is.” Phoenix began a slow motion into her.

  “Y–Yes...” Jessie’s pants added fuel to Jackson’s searing need.

  He moved into her tight ass in steady, long strokes, going deeper with each pass. The room spun, and he felt her clench his cock with her insides. He kissed the back of her head and kept driving into her.

  In and out.

  She moaned and thrashed under him. “Oh, God.”

  He and Phoenix synchronized their strokes, and Jessie’s frenzy seemed to go off the charts.

  His body burned like the sun with each thrust into her gorgeous body. He reached around and cupped her ample breasts. Sharing the woman he loved with Phoenix staggered him.

  “You like taking Jackson in your pretty little ass?” his brother asked.

  “Y—yes.”

  “I bet he loves it, too. I know I love being inside your tight pussy.”

  “You got that right, bro. You’re safe, sweetheart. Let go. Give yourself over to us.”

  Her body rocked between him and Phoenix, and he felt her muscles in her ass contract around his dick.

  Jackson wanted to speak but could only muster a tortured groan. The moment was too intense for words. Jessie belonged to them. They were claiming her with every thrust and lick.

  She tugged at his Phoenix’s hair. She trembled violently. She cried and screamed. As Jackson’s own orgasm pounded for release, she let out a whimper of pleasure that shot him to the moon as he came and came.

  * * * *

  Standing with Jackson by her rental car in the Wilde Mine’s parking lot, Jessica’s heart fluttered. This cowboy had changed everything. The midday sun lit him perfectly. With his hat and western wear, he looked so manly it made her giddy.

  Jackson leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry about your laptop. I’m sure it will show up. The team knows to get it to you as soon as it’s found. You sure you don’t want me to tag along?”

  She was. The last two nights had been a whirlwind, and she needed to catch her breath. “I’ve got a lot of work to do today and tomorrow. I feel fine. If that changes, I promise to call the doctor.”

  “Okay. I want to take you to dinner in Elko. They have a great Chinese restaurant there I think you’d like.”

  “I love Chinese. Not tonight though. I need to sleep, Jackson. Tomorrow night.”

  “Okay. I’ll be in the lobby at six tomorrow. Takes about an hour to get there from here.”

  She wanted to ask if Phoenix would be joining them, but didn’t. Last night’s sexual romp had just happened. Even though she’d loved being with both of them, she doubted there would ever be another opportunity like this one again. The little sparks she felt for Phoenix had to be only offshoots from what she felt for Jackson. What else could it have been?

  As she drove off the mine’s property, she looked in her rearview and saw the cowboy she’d been dreaming about waving goodbye.

  Her mind was a flurry with conflicting thoughts and ideas. What she needed to calm herself down was a couple of glasses of red wine. She didn’t want to visit the Horseshoe Bar and Grill alone. Besides, she guessed its fare likely ran only along the beer and hard liquor variety. No mixers. If she ever got a chance to order a cosmo from Craig, the Horseshoe’s bartender, he’d probably look at her like she had three heads.

  Luckily, just as Jessica passed Wilde’s city limits sign, she spotted a place that would work to fill her needs. She drove the car in front of Carlotta’s Liquor Store and Tarot Card Reading Room. She grinned. Wilde was like no other
place on earth.

  She got out of the car and headed to the door of Carlotta’s. Once inside, trancelike music filled her ears. Except for the four statues of Buddha, the beads hanging in the doorway behind the counter, and the smell of burning incense, it seemed typical for a liquor store. Four large display coolers held several brands of domestic and import beers. Several metal shelves filled the place with a wide variety of liquor and wine.

  Jessica found a familiar California red and walked up to the empty counter. An antique brass counter bell was next to the cash register. Impatient to get to her hotel room, she rang it twice and placed the bottle on the counter.

  Parting the hanging beads, a woman entered from the back doorway. She wore a long, flowing, yellow dress, red belt, and garish jewelry. Her fake fingernails were painted bright pink. An unlit cigarette hung from her mouth. On top of her wavy black hair was a white turban with a large crystal stone centered in front. Jessica guessed her to be in her mid-sixties.

  “Hello, my dear. I am Carlotta Angelina Bianca Sollomovici. Velcome to my abode.” Her voice sounded eastern European, though probably just an act. Still, it was nice and sweet like a wind chime in a light breeze. “You’re new to Vilde, no?”

  Normally, her New York edge would’ve kicked in by such an intrusive question, but with Carlotta it didn’t. “Yes. I got here a few days ago. Do you take credit cards?”

  “Ah. A voman speeding to business before talk vill find herself vithout anyvone to listen.” Carlotta closed her eyes and held up her hand. “How long has it been since you’ve had a reading, my dear?”

  “Umm.” Jessica remembered the time when she and Michael had gotten their palms read as a lark. “Five years ago, I think.”

  “I sense da voman vas a charlatan. Am I right?” Carlotta opened her eyes. “And you a nonbeliever in da invisible. Shame on dat voman. Come vith me.”

  Jessica liked Carlotta, but she really wanted to lock herself away in her room, call Michael, crawl into bed, and pray someone found her laptop before she had to call her boss. “I’m kind of in a hurry.”

  “Not true. Vhat you seek can be found in da cards. On da house, my dear. Comes vith da purchase of da vine.”

  Jessica shrugged. “What the hell.” She followed Carlotta through the beads into a room draped in fabrics of every color. In the center was a small table covered in a blue cloth that went all the way down the sides to the floor. Closest to the beaded door were two metal folding chairs. On the opposite side was a large black leather wingback chair. On the table was a deck of cards.

  Carlotta motioned for her to sit in one of the metal chairs, as she took a seat in the wingback. “Your name is... Jessica Greene.”

  “How do you know that?” She sat down hard, a bit freaked out.

  “Gotcha.” The woman smiled broadly. “I’m a friend of Maude’s.”

  She sighed. “Ah.”

  “You really are blocked, Jessica. Vorst case I’ve seen in a very long time. Let’s see vhat da spirits tell us.” Carlotta shuffled the cards several times. She patted the deck and created three piles on the table. “Dat’s got it. Don’t touch. Just point to da vone dat you are most drawn to, my dear.”

  Before Jessie could stop herself, she blurted out, “What? No crystal ball?” Then she covered her mouth, embarrassed at the insult she’d spoken aloud.

  Carlotta’s hearty laugh instantly gave her relief. “I got vone, but I don’t tink it vould like you very much. Unbelief is harder on da crystals dan da cards.”

  “I’m sorry. I just don’t really get this kind of thing.”

  “Not many people do. Doesn’t mean dat it isn’t true, Jessica.”

  “I guess.” She pointed to the deck in the middle. “How about that one?”

  “Okay. I tink five-card spread for you. Da first is your distant past. Da second is your near past. Da one in da middle is now. Da fourth is your near future. Da last is your distant future. Simple as dat.” Carlotta turned over five cards in a row on the table. “Mmm. Interesting.”

  Jessica decided to get into the spirit of things. “What do you see?”

  “Your distant past is represented by da Seven of Swords. It’s reversed, vich means you felt trapped in a hopeless situation but vere unable to vithdraw. You vere deceived by someone close to you, vere you not?”

  Michael’s face floated in the back of her mind. “I was.”

  “You still care for dis vone, but I sense dat you have unresolved pain.”

  “No. We’re good friends. It’s cool.”

  “Dat’s not vhat the next card shows. Da Ace of Swords is also reversed. It means defeat. You came to Vilde dejected and sad.”

  “Maybe I did. Things have been tough.”

  “And here is your present. Da Lovers. Human love is a mystery and full of its own challenges.”

  “Boy, do I know that.”

  “Dat’s the truth.” Carlotta closed her eyes. Her finger came down on the fourth card. “Listen to me, Jessica. Be on guard. Dis is da Five of Pentacles in your near future. It’s reversed. Somevone vishes you harm.”

  Austin Wilde, I bet. “I will. Thank you.”

  Carlotta took Jessica’s hands. “See dis?” She tilted her head toward the last card. “It is da best outcome. Your distant future. Da Star means new hopes and vonder. You vill find inspiration, courage, and so much more, my dear. Your dark days vill end. Your future is full of light and love.”

  She smirked. “I’m glad to know that things will get better for me in the distant future.”

  “Get past da danger around you. Love and trust yourself again. You’re so much more dan you know. Do dat, and your distant future might be just around da corner instead of years from now. Only da invisible knows for sure.”

  “I sure hope so. Thank you, Carlotta.”

  The woman smiled, and released Jessie’s hands. “Let me get your vine for you, my dear.”

  Chapter Eight

  The four of the Wilde brothers, Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver, sat at a table in the middle of Sneaky Pete’s Casino, playing poker.

  Jackson bet fifty dollars, expecting his two aces in his hand and the one on the table would finally have him winning a nice pot.

  “Raise fifty.” Dallas moved the chips into the center of the table. Likely, he either had a pair of fours or a pair of jacks. He never stayed in a pot unless he had a strong hand. Too bad for him, Jackson had the best hand at present.

  “Call,” Denver announced, and added to the growing pot.

  “I’m out.” Phoenix leaned back, looking at Jackson with a wide smile.

  Sneaky Pete’s wasn’t like the bigger casinos in Vegas or Reno. It was more of a local watering hole than anything else. Still, the place was really quiet for ten at night. Only four of the ten slot machines had customers. The craps table was empty. No one sat at the bar. A couple of Jackson’s cousins, Tobias and Nate Strong, were the only people playing at the blackjack table.

  Pete himself was the Wilde brothers’ dealer tonight. He laid down the three-card flop, revealing the ace of hearts, the four of spades, and the jack of hearts.

  Jackson thought about raising on top of Dallas’s, but with two opponents still in, he decided to slow play. “Call.”

  Pete looked at his watch. “Boys, this has to be the last hand for now. I’ve got a wedding in fifteen minutes to conduct.”

  “No problem.” Jackson nodded.

  Pete, aka Sneaky Pete Buchman, had opened the casino and chapel next door fifty years ago. The old man was Wilde’s only minister, which suited everyone in town, including Jackson.

  Pete turned the next card over. It was the three of clubs.

  “A hundred.” Jackson pushed in more chips.

  Dallas didn’t hesitate. “Call.”

  “That’s all for me. I’m out.” Denver grabbed up his remaining chips. “I’ve lost sixty bucks tonight. Not bad for me.”

  “Not at all, bro.” Phoenix had doubled his chips in the two hours they’d b
een playing. He turned to Jackson. “One down. One to go.”

  Jackson loved poker night with his brothers. He rarely won. With Austin, the best player of them, absent, tonight would be different. “We’ll see.”

  Pete turned over the river card. It was the queen of hearts.

  “Another hundred.” Jackson expected Dallas to fold with that bet.

  He didn’t. “Raise. Five hundred.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “Nope.”

  Jackson studied his face. Could he actually have a flush or straight? That would mean he’d been betting on blue sky, and that wasn’t like Dallas. Or could he finally be trying to bluff? Austin was always on him to change his play, but Dallas never had. With their eldest brother not at the table, Jackson suspected Dallas had finally done it.

  “I’m calling your bluff, Dallas.” Jackson pushed in the rest of his chips, then he flipped over his cards. “Triple aces.”

  Dallas stood up and shouted. “A royal flush!” He flipped his two cards over to reveal the king and jack of hearts.

  Jackson couldn’t believe his eyes. Second place in a round of poker meant you went home poorer. “Shit.”

  “Way to go, Dallas. You’re the second person to get one here. Your Pappy Jack got dealt one back in the summer of seventy-seven. Your picture will go up next to his behind the bar. I’ll take it later.” Pete stood up. “I’ve got two grooms and their bride waiting on me.” Then he marched to the exit.

  Phoenix came up behind Jackson and patted him on the back. “Lil’ bro, the queen of hearts lost you that pot. Fitting, don’t you think?”

  “Shut up.” Jackson smiled. “I’ll buy the first round.”

  He needed more time to plead his case to his brothers. He’d told them during their poker game that he believed Jessie would be the perfect wife for them, but Dallas and Denver remained hesitant to the notion. Phoenix hadn’t said a word, but stared at him intently. Jackson wasn’t sure if he was on board or not with his idea, but he hoped so. Phoenix had sure been game to get Jessie in bed.

  Jackson and his brothers went up to the casino’s bar, ordered drinks, then sat at an empty table.