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him for all she was worth. “That’s perfect.”

“I’m going to come!” Denver shouted. Jessie sucked with wild

abandon. She wanted every drop of him.

Jackson and Phoenix said in unison, “Yes!”

“Me, too!” Dallas growled.

If she hadn’t been gagged by Denver’s cock, she would’ve

screamed through the orgasm that edged to the point of near pain,

blowing through her like a hot hurricane. As her climax continued to flatten her out, the Wilde brothers each came, one after the other.

First, Jackson. His body went rigid. “F-Fuck!”

Then, Phoenix. “God, yes!”

Next, Denver, who sent his liquid down her throat but didn’t utter

a sound until the last moment, when he sighed a gush of air.

Finally, Dallas came. “Holy hell!” His seed shot out his dick and

covered her hand and arm.

Her body turned to a soft noodle between Jackson and Phoenix.

Nowhere else on earth could feel more right.

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* * * *

“Phoenix, wake up.” Jackson’s voice jolted Jessie awake.

Phoenix kissed her hair. “Go back to sleep, angel. It’s really

early.” He sat up beside her. “What’s up, lil’ bro?”

She looked at Jackson, fully dressed and standing in the doorway.

His face showed concern. “Bro, Dallas called. It’s Demon.”

“Got it.” Phoenix’s demeanor changed instantly, filling her with

worry. In a flash, he was out of the bed, pulling on clothes.

“Demon?” She left the bed and started dressing.

“My horse.” Phoenix placed his cowboy hat on his head. “You

don’t need to come, angel. This won’t be pretty.”

Jessie put her hands on her hips and sent him a look she hoped he

would understand that she meant business. “I’m coming.”

* * * *

Holding a glass of water, Jessie walked back into the barn. When

she, Jackson, and Phoenix had arrived at Wilde Ranch’s headquarters, she’d been amazed. The place was impressive. She’d counted seven

large buildings. This wasn’t some ranchette. This was big business.

But she didn’t have the inclination to take it all in, especially given what was going on tonight. Twenty minutes ago, the vet had left,

shaking his head.

When she reached the stall at the back of the barn, she found

Phoenix and Demon just as she’d left them, on the ground. Phoenix

looked up and gave her a weak smile. The horse’s breathing was

shallower than before.

She choked back her tears.
It won’t be long now.

She held out the glass to Phoenix and said, “Drink. I’m not

asking.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He took the glass with one hand, continuing to

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stroke the incredible animal on the floor of the stall with the other.

She’d never seen such sweet devotion in her entire life. The cowboy was a caregiver through and through.

Demon’s coat was a gorgeous steel-gray color with a darker mane

and tail. His head looked regal on top of a lovely, long neck. All the Wilde brothers, including Austin, had visited the stall. Even their cousins, the Strong brothers, had dropped by to check on the amazing creature and Phoenix.

She’d listened to the stories each had about the mustang and how

a young Phoenix had bested all of them and tamed Demon.

Around midnight, Phoenix had asked everyone else to leave him

and her alone with the horse. Though it was tough to see him silently suffering, she was glad to be with him.

“What time is it, angel?”

“Three a.m.”

“Why don’t you go to the bunkhouse and crawl in next to

Jackson? When he wakes up, he can take you back to your hotel. Who

knows how long this will take?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

He sighed. “Thanks.”

“Tell me more about Demon. What kind of horse is he?”

Phoenix brightened up. “With me and children, Demon has a

wonderful personality and excellent ground manners—with everyone

else, not so much. He’s well started under saddle and is very willing to work. We’ve had some good times.”

“I bet you have. I don’t know much about horses, but he looks

massive.”

“He’s a whopping seventeen hands. You should’ve seen him with

Dallas’s purebreds. It’s like they knew they better not mess with

him.” He leaned down to Demon’s ear. “You’re one big, tough

badass, aren’t you, boy?”

She leaned into Phoenix’s arm. “You can cry, you know.”

He straightened up and turned to her. “Why would I do that?”

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“I know it’s not manly, but this is really painful for you. No one is here, and I won’t tell. It’s okay.”

Phoenix laughed. “You’re something else, Jessica Greene.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not a crier. Sure, my insides are breaking, but me bawling in

front of Demon? Not happening.” He patted his horse’s neck. “This

guy has more grit than anyone I know. I thought we’d have a couple

more years together, but this sudden bout of colic isn’t something he can recover from. He’s had a good life. He’s been a great companion.

Me crying would discount all that.”

Phoenix’s logic didn’t make sense to her, but somehow it did to

him. She wondered if she would ever understand him, but it didn’t

matter. Watching him with Demon had washed over her like warm

bathwater. She’d been looking for him her whole life. A man with

boundless strength and compassion. Someone she could imagine

spending much more time with. Seeing two Wilde brothers at the

same time kind of made sense to her now. Crazy or not, the rightness of the thought took hold of her.

Phoenix cupped her chin then kissed her gently. When he leaned

back, she looked for tears but found none. The man was a rock.

Demon’s throat rattled loudly with his labored breathing.

“It’s okay, boy.”

“Poor thing.” She stroked Demon’s neck, choking back her tears.

“I’m glad you’re here with me, Jessie. It makes it easier.”

“Me, too.” She squeezed his hand and cried for the cowboy and

his horse.

* * * *

Looking through binoculars, a lone figure watched the Wilde

brothers move the body of Demon out of the barn and onto a trailer.

The electrocution of the beast had gone undetected by the vet, just as suspected. A sense of satisfaction filled up the person. Phoenix Wilde
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and his brothers would pay even more. This was only the first deposit.

The MSHA investigator clung to Phoenix like a leech. The plan

with the bitch’s car hadn’t worked out. The next plan was foolproof.

Jessica Greene would be out of the picture soon, and the next

phase could get underway.

* * * *

Jessie woke and found a naked Phoenix leaning up on his elbow

and staring down at her.

He smiled. “Hi, angel.”

“Hey, cowboy.” She still wore the towel she’d taken from

Jackson’s bathroom cabinet after her shower and wrapped it around

her body.

“You look like a goddess.”

She threaded her hands through her damp hair. “I doubt that.”

He tenderly kissed her, and her heartbeat thundered in her chest.

“Jessie, that you stayed with me through the night while Demon

passed away... Well, there’s no words.”

She touched his cheek. “None are needed.” Phoenix had lost his

old friend, and she sensed his grief was deep. But he still had never shed a tear. A man’s man.

“Jackson is right. You’re beyond divine.”

“I wasn’t the only one there with you. All your brothers came by.

Even Austin. Your cousins, too. There are many people who care

about you.”

“I know. Dallas and Denver took care of digging Demon’s grave

with the backhoe so I wouldn’t have to worry about it. There’s no

way a man could have better brothers or friends.”

She, Jackson, Denver, and Dallas had listened to him say a few

words at his old companion’s final resting place. The Wilde brothers had been strangely somber, but none present had cried for the loss of Demon save her. After a ton of tears from her eyes, they’d all gone
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back to Jackson’s house for drinks. The sting of Phoenix’s grief had seemed to soften as his brothers’ stories of the old horse had him

laughing and smiling.

After Dallas and Denver had left to tow her car to the auto repair

shop in Elko, she’d been exhausted. At the suggestion of Phoenix,

she’d taken a shower and stretched out for a quick nap in Jackson’s bedroom.

She asked, “Where’s Jackson?”

“He’s in the kitchen, trying his hand at scrambled eggs and bacon.

Surely he won’t mess that up.” Phoenix rolled out a condom on his

cock. “Angel, I’m hungry for something else. How about you?”

“Famished. But shouldn’t you be the one in kitchen? You’ve got

the skill.”

“He’ll never learn unless he tries. Besides, I wanted to be here

when you woke.” He licked her neck, and hot sensations shot through her as he removed her towel. “I’m pretty skilled in this room, too.”

“Yes, you are.”

He gazed at her chest as if it were made of diamonds. “Fuck. It

doesn’t matter how many times I see your beautiful tits. I still am overwhelmed by their perfection.”

“A woman could get very used to this very quickly, you know.”

“I’m counting on that, sweetheart.” He gently massaged her

breasts, and she chewed on her lip as a warm current of desire

expanded inside her.

He bent down and swallowed one nipple. Her pulse and her

breathing quickened.

“Oh, Phoenix.” Her words came out breathy and shaky.

“I love when you say my name. You are so wonderful,

sweetheart.” He crawled on top of her, and she loved feeling pinned by his handsome cowboy. “You are mine.”

He shoved his cock into her pussy, stretching her out, filling her

up. Right now, she belonged here with him. As he hammered in and

out of her, unrelenting sensations took her over. She’d come to Wilde
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a virgin, but now she was a woman with a plethora of desires. Her

passions pushed her on. She clawed his shoulders as her ache

multiplied again and again. And still he plundered her.

Unlike before, he was silent and intense. His lovemaking said

more to her than all those before. He seemed to be using his thrusts to claim her, brand her.

A searing heat shot through her, and she clawed the sheet. Her

back arched up from the bed. Her clit throbbed as he pounded into her channel like a madman.

On the brink of insanity herself, Jessie screamed, “God, yes!”

His thrusts lengthened and came harder.

Every fiber of her being became a single network of sensations

that reached all the way to her clit, pulling her over the edge into the deep pool of explosive pleasure that blew her mind and her body.

Screaming his name felt so right on her lips.

Phoenix pounded into her pussy again and again. Then he pressed

into her a final powerful stroke as if he meant to meld with her into a single being. No shout. No words. Just a silent intensity paired with his release.

Overwhelmed, she trembled. This time with Phoenix had been

much more than sex. This time had meant something more.

He stroked her hair for a time until her shivers subsided.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Okay?”

“You’re stuck with me. I don’t ever want to hear you say that you

don’t want to see me again. Screw Malcolm Winters. He’s nobody.”

“B-But—”

“No. Listen. We’ll keep things quiet. Your car is going in the

shop. You’ll need a driver. That makes sense, right?”

“Sure, but—”

“Your driver is me. That’s final. The town doesn’t need to know

anymore that that. Understand?”

She liked how dominating and protective he was being. “Yes,

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Sir.”

“I’m not leaving you alone again. I could’ve lost you yesterday.”

“You didn’t. You saved me, cowboy.”

“Jessie, I love you.”

Her jaw dropped. She should’ve expected that, but didn’t. Sure, it

seemed so honest and right. “We haven’t known each other that

long.”

“Doesn’t matter. I guess I fell in love with you that first night. I didn’t know it at the time, but I do now. Every moment I’m with you, I fall deeper and deeper in love.”

“Phoenix, you’re so sweet.”

“Tough on the outside, warm and gooey on the inside. That’s what

our mom always said about him.” Jackson walked in, carrying two

plates.

“Lil bro, you need to learn to keep your mouth shut,” Phoenix

warned lightly.

“You gonna make me, bro?” Jackson turned to her. “I love you,

too, Jessie.”

She closed her eyes. “Please, don’t make me choose?”

Phoenix kissed her. “Never.”

Her eyes opened. “I don’t understand.”

“Do you enjoy being with us?” Jackson asked.

“Yes. But—”

“That’s enough for now, isn’t it?” Phoenix asked.

“I guess so.”

Jackson smiled. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good. For now, let’s eat. I think Jackson may have actually not

fucked up this breakfast.”

“Asshole!” Jackson punched him in the shoulder then grinned.

Jessie laughed. “I think I’m falling for you guys, too.”

“Just wait, angel. We’ve only begun to earn your love.”

His words sent her straight to heaven.

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End of Book 2: Wilde Fire