Lang, Chloe - Wilde Nights [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

He frowned. “You’ve done good, but you’ve got more to learn, sub.”

Trembles made her voice shake. “Sir, did I do something wrong?”

“Yes, you did. You’re trying to take charge.”

She shook her head, hoping to convince him otherwise. “No, Sir. I’m not. I promise.”

“Really? Didn’t you just tell me to give my brothers a show?”

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing.”

He placed her feet on the ground and brought his hands to the curve in her waist. Her legs felt really wobbly, but he held her steady. “Sir, I didn’t mean that.”

“I know, sugar. In here, you must let me hold the reins. I decide if there is a show or a no-show, not you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“Yes, you will. That’s okay, sweetheart. It’s all part of it. Learning to trust. Learning to let go. It’s a lifelong process, not a destination. But I can’t let your indiscretion slide. You do get that?”

“Yes, Sir.” Silently, she prayed he wouldn’t spank her more. Her ass hurt, and she didn’t think she could take more torture there.

“Let’s see how that sweet mouth of yours feels on my dick. Get on your knees, sub.” Without hesitation, he dropped his jeans to his ankles, and his long, thick dick jutted out. The whole scene was wickedly delicious.

Jessie dropped to her knees and waited, though she was ready to show Sir she did really understand.

“Good girl. Cup my balls.”

She did. They felt heavy and full.

Sir guided the tip of his dick to her mouth and held it to her lips. “Show me you’ve learned your lesson and earned my reward.”

Eager to please him, she licked the tip of his cock. It tasted salty with pre-cum. She felt his hands in her hair and could hear his brothers’ heavy breathing from their chairs. The whole thing made her marvelously muddled. She went up and down his shaft, swallowing in an attempt to hear his approval.

“Great. Amazing. Love, you’re—Fuck! That’s so good,” Sir said, as if reading her mind. He cupped her chin. “That’s enough. I’ve got to get inside your pussy. Correction—
my pussy.
Understand, sub?”

She did. “Yes, Sir.”

Sir pulled a condom out of his pocket, freed it from its wrapper, and rolled it down his dick. “I’ve not enjoyed the feel of that pretty, little cunt around my cock. Time to fix that, right now.”

A manic need for him to be inside her body took hold of her. “P–Please, Sir.”

He lifted her up to a standing position. “First, I need a taste.” He leaned over slightly, and then he threaded his fingers through her pussy’s saturated ruffles. An array of heat jetted through her body. When he pressed on her clit with his thumb, Jessie sucked in a heavy, wanton breath. Every conscious thought about what and who was outside this room fled from her mind. Nothing mattered. Just now. Just here. Just Sir and his brothers.

She watched as Sir brought his hand up to his lips.

He sucked on her juices that coated his fingers. “Perfect.
My
pussy tastes delicious.”

Fiery trembles shook her entire body. She loved his lascivious talk. His tone and words worked hypnotically to suspend her, a surreal space of his making. He’d created it and brought her to it. Jessie could’ve never reached it alone.

Suddenly, he hoisted her up into his arms. “To steady yourself, put your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.”

“Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d instructed.

Slowly, he guided the tip of his dick to the sensitive puckers of her pussy. “You hold on, love. Let me do the work. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She felt his thick dick part her slit as he lowered her down millimeter by erotic millimeter. Sensations fired in her like massive cannons as his cock split her in two, filling every space inside her pussy. The more she took of his dick, the more her need swelled and her clit throbbed.

Finally, the incredible, torturous lowering of her pussy onto his dick came to an end. His dick filled her completely, and her pussy shivered around his shaft. Though she held onto him with her arms and legs, it was Sir’s strength that was keeping her secure, guiding his dick in and out of her, taking her to a new edge of pleasure beyond what she’d known until now. She felt helpless and wonderful, adding to her surrender to him and the uncontrollable sensations inside her. Each time he lowered her pussy down onto his hard dick, her hunger exploded as Sir stretched her out even more. She nipped at his chest as his continued onslaught drove her to the verge of insanity. She clawed the back of his neck and screamed as she came hard. Her entire body shuddered, with the center of the quake coming from deep inside her pussy where he filled her up. Her womb convulsed as he stabbed her in a final long, possessive stroke. Then she felt his cock jerk against the inner walls of her pussy as he came inside her.

Her body went limp, and her arms fell to her side. She would’ve fallen, too, if Sir hadn’t been holding her. He gently lifted her body, and his dick left her channel. She immediately missed the feel of him inside her. Sir squeezed her tight and kissed her hair. He went to the bench and sat down, shifting her body so that she was now sitting on his lap. “Thank you, Jessie. You’ve pleased me very much.”

Sudden applause from the three brothers made her turn to them. Master Denver had given them a show, and she’d been the star attraction. Her men made her feel adored and beautiful, something she’d never known before coming to Wilde, Nevada.

Denver brushed her hair out of her eyes. He looked at his brothers. “She’s had enough for tonight.”

“Agreed,” Jackson chimed in.

Phoenix stood up. “Enjoy your time with Denver, okay?”

“I will.”

“We’ll see you soon,” he added and headed to the door.

“That we will,” Dallas agreed, and followed him.

Jackson lingered, his gaze unmoving from her face.

“You coming, lil’ bro?” Phoenix asked.

“Yep. I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, too, Jackson.”

He smiled broadly and went to the door where Phoenix and Dallas were waiting. Her three cowboys stared at her before leaving her alone with Denver. It felt strange, but she knew this was the plan all along. Get to know Denver, and let him get to know her. Jessie was already enamored with Denver, and she believed that he was feeling more for her, too.

Denver slid her to the bench and off his lap. He stood and quickly disposed of the condom.

When he sat back down next to her, she shot her fingers up to the scar on his face. His eyes narrowed.

She jerked her hand back. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. You’re wondering about my scar and how I got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He let out a long breath. “I’m not ready to tell you about that. Maybe someday.”

Of the four brothers she’d been with, he was the most guarded and hard to read. Was he really interested in her? Could he see her as his wife someday? And there was still the question about Austin. Had he been responsible for her brake lines being cut? If so, she didn’t even have an icicle’s chance in hell to reconcile the brothers with him, and they’d never agree to let him join them in marrying her some day. That thought had her shivering.

“That pretty little head of yours is going to get you into trouble, sugar. Where did you go?”

“Thinking about the mine and my investigation.”

“And?” God, he could read her mind.

“I was thinking about Austin.”

“Let us worry about him, okay?”

“May I be candid, Sir?”

“Candid, yes. Sassy, no.”

“Yes, Sir. I can’t be the reason you and the others cut ties with him. He’s your brother.”

“If he’s behind your brake lines being cut, then he’ll get what he deserves.”

“Austin is intense, I get it, and his ways may be—”

“Over the top.”

She nodded. “But, if he did do the unthinkable, it was a misguided love for the mine and your family. What if he only meant to scare me?”

“Jackson and Phoenix think Austin could do such a thing. I don’t, but we have to find proof, either way.”

“What if we never do, Sir?”

Denver grinned. “Jessie, I know one thing. You’re going to be the death of me.”

Chapter Four

Denver knew he was in trouble the moment he and Jessie entered Pappy Jack’s hospital room. The old man was sitting up in bed with an IV in his left arm, shuffling cards on his meal tray.

Jackson sat on the end of the bed with several dollar bills in front him. “Darlin’, I’m so glad to see you.”

Pappy Jack looked up and smiled broadly. “Well, if it isn’t sweet, little Jessie. I’m so glad to have you come visit me in this sorry excuse for a hospital. Maybe you can talk some sense into the sawbones’s head that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Besides, with the nurses coming in at all hours, how’s a man going to get any rest.”

It pleased Denver that his granddad liked Jessie.

“I would’ve thought that you’d like the nurses’ visits,” she teased.

Pappy Jack laughed then patted the bed for her to sit.

She sat on the bed, leaned down, and kissed the old man’s cheek. “You look a lot better than the last time I saw you.”

“A mine explosion is nothing to me. I’ve seen much worse.”

“I bet you have.”

“How’s my grandson over there treating you?” Pappy Jack pointed at Denver.

“He’s great.”

The old man grinned. “Yes, he is. Not like my namesake here, who is letting me win instead of really trying. Boy, that’s a form of cheating, you know?”

Jackson shook his head. “I thought cheating was when you won by breaking the rules.”

Jackson and Pappy Jack had always been really close. Denver knew the old man liked having Jackson come every day even if he grumbled about it. There wasn’t anyone like their granddad. He was one of a kind, and they’d almost lost him to the explosion. Sabotage in Wilde, Nevada? Denver would’ve never believed it, but it was true. “You need anything, Pappy Jack?” he asked.

“A bottle or two. You could sneak one in here, son.”

“You’re a devil,” Jessie laughed. “You need to get well and back on your feet so you can leave. Drinking now would only delay that.”

The old man snorted then looked back and forth from Denver to Jackson. “Boys, you don’t have a chance with this one.”

Jackson smiled. “That’s for sure, Pappy Jack.”

“Yep.” Denver squeezed Jessie’s hand. “No doubt at all.”

“Boys, do you mind if I have five minutes alone with Ms. Greene?”

Denver didn’t like the idea at all. He’d spent every waking and sleeping moment within inches of her. She needed his protection, and damn it, he needed to be the one protecting her.

“Son, don’t worry.” His grandfather’s voice was softer than he’d ever heard it. “Just step outside the door for a minute. No one comes in or out, understand?”