To Tame a Wilde (Wilde in Wyoming) (14 page)

Chapter 23

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he was on fire with need for him, unsure if she could hold off until they got back to either her hotel or his home.

Her glance fell over him. In the dim light of his truck cab, she was still able to make out how able his big hands looked as they gripped the wheel.

He must have felt her gaze as he turned enough to glance over at her. He smiled and reached over to lift her hand up and bring it to his mouth.

He surprised her when he turned it over and placed a kiss in the center of her palm.

She felt the...intimacy of the kiss. Erotic. Different. But so hot.

“Today was amazing. Don’t know the last time I enjoyed myself like that, Sin.”

She smiled at his words. When he’d first called her the nickname it had startled her, so different than what she’d been used to in the way of nicknames.

“Sin,” he’d called her.

She was the sensible one. The responsible one. Definitely not a woman with a nickname like Sin.

No. She was the girl who studied, sailed through undergrad and law school easily. The one who worked hard and...worked hard.

Family had come first. Her own. She and her father, as it had been the two of them since her mother’s passing years ago. Then her extended family. The Wildes.

Now that her father had passed away, what kept her at the Wilde Ranch was the Wildes themselves. After everything they’d done for her, from the financial assistance that had allowed her to go to law school, to the position as their attorney, she felt a sense of...obligation to them.

Sensible Sinclair. That was who she was and, more importantly, who she was comfortable being.

She turned away from Nick, but allowed him to keep her hand within his much bigger one.

Sin.

One side of her lips hitched upward into a secret little smile. Lord knew the man had made her sin more than a little bit. And she’d loved every minute of it, she thought, holding back a sigh.

She’d decided to talk to Key first, after hearing everything that Yasmine told her that happened, from the beginning.

Assuming her friend’s pregnancy-addled brain had it right, a part of her felt gratitude for what they’d done.

But she still was unsure about how Nick was going to respond. She knew that his dislike for the Wildes ran deep... How was she going to tell him that his brother had been in communication with them from the get-go?

Yasmine had informed her that after his initial communication, Nate had reached out and, believing he was speaking to Nick—and not realizing it was Keanu he was talking to—had told him that they—the Wildes—looked forward to meeting the Kealohas, and had nothing to hide. They wanted the brothers to come to the Wilde Ranch to see it. He’d invited them to become part of the family, to move to the ranch if they had a desire to.

The Wyoming Wilde Ranch would welcome the twins with open arms, sharing in the wealth as they knew their father would want them to.

She’d wondered how and what they’d had to do with her, and how the second part of their odd but well-meaning plot had evolved.

She bit her lip, wondering how she was going to tell Nick that part, as well. It got kind of tricky, there.

She’d searched for him all day and finally found him in town, and the two had decided to come back to the A’kela. It was then she noticed that he was quiet.

More quiet than usual.

“Baby...can we talk?” she asked, and he turned to her, his blue eyes filled with lust and need. A heady combination; one she knew too well.

“Yeah...after.”

She knew what “after” meant, and felt her body respond. She also knew something was on his mind, as well.

“I promise, baby. We’ll talk...after,” he said, his eyes holding hers, and she nodded. Again he brought her hand to his lips to place a soft kiss in the palm.

For some reason the sweet gesture brought tears to her eyes. She batted them away, and stared out the window, wondering how he was going to feel when she told him.

The truck came to a smooth halt and Sinclair began to unbuckle her seat belt when his hand on hers made her stop. She turned to face him, a question on her lips.

The look in his eyes made her ask, “Baby...what’s wrong?” Dread pooled in her gut, afraid she knew the answer.

“I think you’re right. You’ve been right all along,” he said, searching her eyes. “Let’s talk.” He squared his shoulders. “Hell, let’s get it over with now. I don’t want to wait,” he finished.

“Here?” she asked, wondering at the urgency. It was as though he thought he was going to face the firing squad.

She swallowed. Afraid. She knew that what she had to tell him he wasn’t going to want to hear. He may even question her motives, but she had to tell him.

She was opening her mouth to tell him when he forestalled her.

“My brother...the Wildes...have all been in communication with each other, for the entire time we have been,” he began.

Promptly her mouth formed a perfect
O
.... He knew.

She listened as he told her, his head hung low as though he was afraid, or ashamed. She felt the love she had for him grow even more, and the decision she had made, to stay at the ranch, she prayed was one he wanted, as well.

“Baby, it’s okay. I know everything!” she said, but realized he wasn’t listening. When he continued speaking, she frowned. The happiness she felt began to fade as disbelief took its place as he continued to speak.

* * *

Nick knew that if he didn’t say it in one big rush, get it all out, he would never do it.

After he and his brother had nearly come to blows, he knew it was the least he could do to tell her the truth, the entire truth.

As his brother had told him, he knew he could hold back, not tell her of his part in it, how he’d already decided long before she came that he wanted nothing from the Wildes. But if he did, there would be no other reason for their continued communication.

“And I couldn’t do that. So I went along with it, pretended I still wanted to sue the Wildes,” he said, finishing stoically. He hadn’t been able to look at her, not since he’d seen the crestfallen look cross her pretty face.

“Why did you do that? Why did you lie like that?” she asked, her voice so low he felt, for the first time in his adult life, like damn near bawling, she was pulling at his emotions so.

“I’m sorry. It was the only way...” He stopped.

“Revenge was that important to you? To waste my time...?”

“No. It was because I was already in love with you. Which is what my brother saw. Which is why he went along with the Wildes in sending you out here, as well,” he said, praying to God it was as his brother had said: that the Wildes had seen her love for him, as well, the spark they hoped would flourish for a woman they considered a sister.

She frowned. “Okay, let me get this straight. Your brother and the Wildes put this all together because your brother believed you were in love with me, and the Wildes thought I was in love with you?”

He nodded his head.

She chewed her bottom lip, frowning at him.

“And did you? I mean, uh, were you falling in love with me then?”

Her eyes were lowered and he was unable to see the look in them. But he heard the uncertainty, the small catch.

“God, yes, baby. I didn’t know it, but I knew I’d never felt like that in my life. It wasn’t long before I started to suspect I was in love with you.”

“Falling-down-drunk kinda love?” she asked.

He felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. Humor was good. If she was laughing...

“Falling-down, begging-please-baby-please in love with you,” he said, hope blossoming.

“Well...I guess since you put it that way,” she said and laughed when he dragged her across the seat and into his lap, swallowing her laughter with a kiss.

* * *

“Oooh, yessss.” The wail of pleasure was ripped from her lips in one long hiss.

For long, hot moments, there was nothing to be heard in the stable but the sound of horses softly neighing, providing background noise to what was going on in one of the empty stalls.

“Shush, baby. You’re going to wake up the ranch if you keep that up,” Nick said, his deep voice husky and low, intimate as it and he brushed over her skin. “But I do like how you respond,” he said.

Before she knew what he was going to do, she felt him stroke deep inside her in one fatal hot slide, deep inside her welcoming warmth.

They hadn’t made it to the ranch before he was dragging her inside the stable, a wicked grin on his face.

“We haven’t done it here, yet. Want to?” he’d asked, a wicked smile on his handsome face.

The request was just what she’d needed. Light, sexy and fun...before she would have to tell him something he wouldn’t want to hear.

Now, as he stroked inside her, she met him thrust for thrust, as they made love facing each other, his legs thrown over hers as she rode him.

“You’re my perfect match, baby...you know that?” he asked, his voice low and rumbly, just the way she liked it when he was really turned on.

She grinned, asking, “Oh yeah...how’s that? Because I can do this?” she asked, performing a move that had him growling so low she giggled. Her giggle turned into a long purr of satisfaction when he mimicked the move. With a twist.

He lifted her, easily, and stroked inside her, and soon there was no time for laughter. There was nothing but pleasure and moans, sighs of delight and hot glides of skin against skin.

He placed his hands on either side of her face, his face strained with pleasure. She gasped as he stroked, widening her legs to take as much of him as she could, his shaft thick, long and hard as it speared inside her wet, welcoming warmth.

When she tried to look away, the feelings, both physical and emotional, became overwhelming, too much for her to handle, too intense, but he wouldn’t allow her that luxury.

“Yesss. Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her head rolling back in pleasure.

“You like that, baby? Like the way I make you feel?” He breathed the words more than said them and she bobbed her head up and down in eager agreement.

“Yes, Nick, I do...I love it, and I love you,” she cried out sharply when he pinched her nipple before grasping the turgid tip into his mouth and sucking away the small pain.

“Good...so good,” she moaned. Her body was on fire with need, and he was the one, the only one, who could put out the flames.

When he widened her legs, she took in a breath. The tip of his shaft was tapping against her bottom as he deep-stroked her. “Before I give you what you need...” he said, and pushed a fraction deeper inside her. “You have to tell me what I want to hear,” he said, taking her nipple back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Her mouth went dry. “Wh...what are you talking about?” Coherent speech was nearly behind her.

“The Wildes. Tell me I’m more important to you than they are. Tell me they are no longer your Wilde Boys,” he said.

She inhaled a shuddering breath. Not because of his demand, but because he pressed inside her quivering lips.

She was shaking so badly, so filled with lust and need...and love for this man, that she would say anything, do anything, for him.

“Tell me I’m the only man you’ll ever need, ever want.” His voice was like graveled sand. Low. Demanding...yet filled with uncertainty.

“God, yes, yes, yes!” she cried in agreement, hearing his chuckle as he lifted her hips and began to press all the way inside. “Baby, I love you,” she cried, and forced the red haze of lust to the side so she could see her man.

She grasped the sides of his face this time, forcing him to look into her eyes.

“I love you. Only you.”

His eyes closed briefly. When they opened again, the blaze of love in their deep blue depths was nearly blinding in its intensity.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, baby,” he said, no triumph in his voice. Only love.

At the moment of climax she felt it, reached for it, her eyes glued to his, swaying as they reached the summit together.

On a long wailing cry she released as he did, with him inside her...

“I love you, baby. God, I love you!” he shouted and she allowed the tears of emotion associated with good loving and even more than that, being in love, to freely fall.

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