In Strong Attraction, Charly Wynn attends her cousin’s wedding in a little Nevada town and learns firsthand from six hot cowboys about the untamed charm of Wilde...while a killer plots revenge in the shadows. Though itching to leave and licking past wounds, she can't resist the temptation of hunk Drake Strong.
In Strong Desire, Charly Wynn agrees to Heath Strong's offer to transport her to Malibu for the interview she's desperate to make. The trip with the city girl creates an unquenchable thirst inside Heath. He must win her for him and his brothers soon—before a maniacal murderer, closing in fast, finds her.
In Feeling Strong, Charly Wynn is instantly attracted to the hot cowboy Dax Strong, since she's already fallen for his identical twin, Drake. Though Wilde's ways will never be possible for her, she can't stop thinking about the six Strong brothers. Within striking distance, the one seeking to harm her watches and waits.
In Strong Passion, Charly Wynn realizes the Strong brothers have been manipulating her and tries to run. Nate Strong knows the best thing for Charly is to submit. Showing her another side of pleasure, he works to convince her to stay. He almost lost her but won’t make that mistake ever again. While a killer zeroes in on her, Nate works to win Charly’s complete submission.
In Strong Craving, Tobias Strong turns up the heat and delivers unimaginable pleasure for Charly Wynn. But she learns that it’s not just her body he wants. He won’t be satisfied until he has captured her heart. While a monster inches closer and closer, Tobias demands her surrender.
In Strong Temptation, Charly Wynn appreciates Wilde, but she refuses to make the choice the six Strong brothers have presented her. Still, Seth Strong’s demands make her tremble and submit. Can Seth capture Charly’s heart in time, or will the evil stalking her destroy their future with a single bullet?
In Forever Strong, Charly Wynn is crushed to be choosing one set of brothers over the others or leaving all six behind forever. Will the Strong brothers find a way to save her heart, or will Charly be lost to them by the hand of the killer?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Chloe Lang is a Siren-exclusive author.
More From The Strong Cowboys of Wilde, Nevada
Charly snapped, “Seen enough, cowboy?”
She’d been in the sexy man’s truck cab for only six miles of driving, yet he’d brazenly scanned her body at least twelve times, turning her into a total bundle of nerves.
Drake laughed wickedly. “Hell, no. I’d like to get a peek at even more of you.” His arm came around her back, even though there were at least two feet between their seats in the truck. “The single women in Wilde are going to be green with envy the minute you show up, Charly.”
She spotted a sign that informed Wilde was only eighteen miles up the road. Good thing. He had a confident, possessive intensity that unnerved her. His wicked stares worked to heat her up, and even though a part of her was ready for him to look elsewhere, another part, deeper and more instinctual, enjoyed every lusty leer.
I wonder if he’d back off if I told him that I’m still a virgin? She pushed the thought aside. With all that happened her freshman year of college and the following universal cold shoulder by the male students, she’d forgotten what it felt like to have a man come on to her so strong.
“You’ve got quite the lines, Drake.”
“Every word is the truth, sweetheart. You got a boyfriend back East?”
She shook her head.
“What? You?” Tingles spread through her body like electricity. “You’re too much.”
“I thought big-city girls all liked cowboys. You don’t?” he asked in a faux-innocent tone.
Her lips curled up. “Never been around one before.”
“Then you’re in for a treat.” He pulled the truck over to the side of the road and stared at her with his big brown eyes. “Get over here.” He patted the middle seat next to him.
“Why?” she asked meekly.
“I want my reward for saving you tonight.”
“A kiss from those luscious lips of yours.”
She felt her cheeks warm as blood flooded into her face. “How about an IOU?”
His eyebrows shot up, causing her to get dizzy. “Not a chance. Either move over here, or I’ll come over there. Your choice, sweetheart.”
He was only asking for a kiss, and she knew she wanted one, too. The last time she’d been kissed had been in high school. “You did save me.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“And what harm’s a little kiss?”
He smiled and patted the bench seat once again.
Charly unbuckled her seat belt and scooted over slowly.
“Too slow.” In an instant, Drake pulled her next to him and cupped her chin. “God, your eyes are so blue. Gorgeous.”
His words and touch ignited her passion. “Thank you. I mean it. I appreciate you for—”
His kiss left her silent. Everything inside her went kablooey. His lips pressed firmly against hers, then softened. As his tongue demanded entrance, she parted her lips. He tasted warm and sensual. Her toes curled as the kiss went on and on. New sensations fired inside her one after another. Every cell vibrated and heated. Overwhelmed by it all, her mind suddenly grabbed the old standby thought—don’t trust men, any of them.
She put her hands against his chest and pushed.
Drake frowned but didn’t budge. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she lied. Why am I like this? He wants me. My body is responding. And what do I do? Push. Push. Push.
“Liar. Someone hurt you really bad, didn’t they?” He tilted his head down.
Instinctively, she snapped, “Are you playing psychologist or mind reader?” Breathe, Charly. Use your head.
“Neither, but I can tell you have some pain and invisible scars that some prick inflicted on you.”
His words unhinged her. “Some, but I’m fine. What woman hasn’t been hurt by a guy?” How could a man she just met see so easily into her?
His large hands stroked her hair, easing her nerves and quieting her mind. “Whatever it is, you’ve carried it for a while.” His easy tone and gentle caresses were hypnotic.
“Some motherfucker, no doubt.” He cupped her chin and fixed his stare on her, causing her to blink. “I’m not him, Charly.”
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. “I know that.”
“Tell me what happened.”
He pulled her even closer, and she melted into his body, leaning her head against his chest. It felt so normal, and she was able to quiet her mind’s resistance to a whisper. Why did she want to tell Drake everything? He was a stranger. Maybe that somehow made it okay. No judgment or preconceptions. A true unbiased ear.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she lied.
“Okay.” His tone vibrated low and powerful in his chest. “Another time, sweetheart.”
Normally, Charly was in control. She wondered if her fatigue from the long drive had caused her to lose her mental steadiness, or was it just being with this cowboy, whose honesty and masculinity had tripped her up?
“You want to go to the hotel now?” he asked.
“Can we just sit here for a bit?” She hoped he would say yes.
“All night if you want, sweetheart.”
“No, Charly. Thank you. But you have to know, now that I’ve sampled your lips, I’ve got to taste them again.”
Thrilled by being next to Drake, tears rolled down her cheeks. She’d felt so untouchable for so long. Now, an incredibly sexy male desired her—and bad.
His eyebrows shot up. “You’re crying.”
“I’m okay. Just tired, I guess.”
He kissed her forehead, and sparks shot up her spine. “You want me to kiss you again?”
Though against all her rationale, she nodded.
The cowboy who’d rescued her from the side of the road didn’t say another word. Instead he cradled her chin, lifting gently. Then he captured her lips with his. She closed her eyes, losing herself to his mind-blowing kiss.
Drake began unbuttoning her blouse. He kissed the top of her breasts. Then he licked her neck. He slowly undressed her.
“I have a surprise for you, princess,” she heard him say as he continued undressing her.
“What is it?” Charly asked when he cupped her chin.
He smiled. “Impatient little vixen, aren’t you?” He captured her lips again with his.
Overwhelming sensations raced through her body. Every cell inside her seemed to burn as he kissed her into a frenzy of wantonness. He pulled her close, and the feel of his chest pressing hard on her nipples caused her pussy to moisten.
A knock on the door jolted her from the dreaminess he was giving her.
“Who could that be at this hour?” But she had a pretty good idea.
“That’s the surprise, sweetheart.” Drake released her, leaving her bare-chested in the middle of the hotel room. He walked to the door, and she wrapped her arms around her breasts. He opened the door. “Come in."
In walked his twin, Dax, and his other brother, Seth.
Her heart jumped up to her throat. She’d never had that fantasy before, but her body was immediately on board as a little hum rolled through her.
“It’s obvious what you guys have in mind, but I’m not sure about this.”
“Sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing. You’re going to enjoy what we have in store for you. Did you bring everything, Seth?”
Seth patted the backpack he was carrying. “All here. Hello, Charly.” His tone was throaty and so very sexy.
“Hello.” Dax stood in front of her. “Since seeing you at the chapel tonight, I’ve been looking forward to getting to know you better, honey.”
He looked so much like Drake that she had the urge to wrap her arms around his neck. But she didn’t. Instead, she hugged herself, hoping to hide some of her chest from Dax and Seth.
Drake was behind Charly. He held her by the elbows, forcing her to lower her arms. “Take a look at her tits. They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
She should’ve been a wreck and screaming for help since she barely knew Dax and Seth. But she wasn’t. Was it because Seth had escorted her to the chapel when she’d been so nervous to walk in the quiet, tiny town? Likely. And Dax? Well, perhaps his looking like a replica of Drake was making it easier to warm up to him so quickly. Probably. The most likely reason she remained excited and compliant, though, was that Drake had told her to stay in the present with the promise of a new pleasurable experience.
Let tomorrow come when it comes. Tonight, I’m going for it.
“You’re right about that, bro.” Dax cupped her breasts.
Charly couldn’t use her hands to push him away, not that she even wanted to, since Drake was holding her arms. Dax’s touch made her nipples ache and throb. Tingles spread up and down her spine.
Obviously these guys had shared women before. With these three growing up in Wilde, it was inevitable.
Dax looked at her. His hand came around the back of her neck. “I’ve just got to taste her lips.” Without another word, he captured her mouth with his.
The torment of his kiss left her weak in the knees. He pressed with a fervor and hunger that thrilled her. The whole time Dax kissed her, Drake was rubbing her back so gently. She peeked at Seth, who was undressing. His fixed stare on her never faltered. Her pussy ached and moistened.
When Dax ended their kiss, she felt wonderfully dizzy.
Seth stood to the side, completely nude. The man had the sexiest chiseled body she’d ever seen anywhere. In person. Magazines. Internet. Film. She bit her lip, unable to look away from his rock-solid muscles.
The twin cowboys finished undressing her, leaving her without a single thread to cover her.
“Fucking A, she’s incredible.” Dax stared at her like she was a large rare steak and he’d been fed only vegetarian meals for months.
Seth’s sexy mouth curled up. “I like what I see, missy.”
“I told you. Charly is more than you can imagine.”
“You guys are too much.” She breathed deeply, hoping to get her bearings.
Without a word, Dax stepped back and disrobed.
“No, princess.” Drake moved in front of her. “We’re not trying to play you.” Then he knelt down like a devotee of some mythological goddess. “You truly are more than I could’ve imagined.” With his fingers, Drake feathered both her legs up and down, just to the edge of tickling her. His touch made her marvelously woozy and warm.
She peered over at Seth. His thick, long cock stood erect. Its size made her tremble some, but what made her tremble even more was his steamy gaze. To her, he seemed about ready to pounce. Seth was a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. And right now, she was what he wanted.
Seth moved behind her and pulled on her hair. “You’re quite the morsel, missy.” Then he reached around her and pinched her nipples. Between his thumbs and forefingers, her bits of flesh throbbed and fiery desire detonated through her.
Drake began licking her pussy, causing her to get even wetter. His tongue swept over her sensitive flesh like a possessive soldier. As his hands cupped her ass to pull her in closer to his greedy mouth, her womb clenched.
“Dax, bring me some lube.” Seth licked the center of her back between her shoulder blades then down to the base of her spine. She felt his hands latch on to her thighs, and heat exploded in her face as he spread her ass cheeks apart. The sexual exploration Seth seemed to be pushing her to made her extremely nervous. But being surrounded by such male beauty and experience tamped down some of her fears.
Drake fingered her pussy and stared up at her with his big, dark eyes.
Charly felt floaty and humid. “Guys, did Drake tell you that I’m really new to this?”
Seth bit her left ass cheek, sending pulses through her insides. “New to what, missy?”
“Actually, everything. He was my first.”
Holding a calla lily, Charly walked up the aisle with Michael, Jessie’s ex-fiancé. The room was filled to the max, with every seat taken and people standing in all the free spaces of the little chapel. The middle aisle, littered with rose petals, remained empty. The wedding party stood at the front, waiting for the bride to appear. But the ones who captured her attention immediately were the Strong brothers.
Drake smiled broadly at her, making her lips curl up. Tobias and Nate tilted their heads to her in a lusty way. Seth also smiled, as did Dax. Then she saw Heath. He sent her a wicked wink, and her heartbeat sped up. Something about that man unhinged her every time she was near him.
Michael and Heath had similar roles for the service. Odd. With two best men, one for the bride and one for the grooms, this wasn’t like any marriage ceremony Charly had ever attended.
A string trio played soft wedding music. She loved the scent of spring flowers that filled the air.
Charly and Michael took their places with the other attendants, six of which were all the Strong brothers, cousins to the Wilde boys. Though the six cowboys seemed focused on the service, Charly caught all of them glancing her way. Wilde, Nevada, was one crazy town.
The music changed to the familiar bridal entrance tune of “Here Comes the Bride.” The crowd all stood, and Jessie appeared in the back with Jessie’s dad, who was Charly’s uncle, and Lee, Jessie’s recently discovered biological dad. The men looked on her with incredible pride. The three began marching down the aisle slowly, but all eyes were on the most beautiful bride Charly had ever seen.
Jessie’s bridal dress was beaded. Her hair was up. She wore a platinum circlet around her neck that had a single diamond hanging from it. Behind the sheer veil, the new bride was totally aglow and smiling.
“Are those actual tears from you, ‘Tough As Nails’ Charly Wynn?” Michael whispered by her side.
“Behave,” she scolded quietly and then sent him a grin as she wiped her eyes.
The ceremony was pretty basic to Charly, sans the five-grooms-and-one-bride oddity. At the rehearsal she’d learned how that difference was going to be handled. Each groom, one by one, was going to stand by Jessie and give his vow of forever to her.
The first was Jackson. “I, Jackson Wilde, take you, Jessica Greene, to be my...”
“What color are you, sweetheart?” Heath asked, concern evident in his tone.
“Green, Master Heath. I’m green.”
“You’re doing so well. I am proud of you.”
No man, not even her father, had ever told her that before. Life had been difficult for her for some time. A sick mother, a felon for a father. But she’d risen above all of it. She’d earned her degrees and was on track for a great job. But the race to succeed and prove her worthiness to herself and world had taken its toll on her. Something about these men taking charge reached her, releasing a need to just be. Cravings to please them and to be pleasured by them rolled through her.
“Good girl.” Nate’s commanding voice shook her. “Now, about those silly thoughts swirling in you. I want you to surrender to me…to us, tonight. Now, bite the pillow for me.”
She obeyed, bracing for whatever would come next.
Nate rained down some blistering smacks to her ass.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
These were harder and delivered more pain than Heath’s had. The more he tortured her bottom, the more her mind softened and cleared.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She was thrashing and sobbing on the bed, but the pain was only a part of the cause. Her pussy was soaked, and her nipples were hard. She was deliriously dizzy and in a kind of warm trance. Finally, all she could do was feel.
“That’s it, kitten. You’re there, aren’t you?” Nate asked.
She sniffled, releasing the pillowcase from her teeth. “Y–Yes, M–Master Nate.”
“Beautiful,” he stated.
The cowboys flipped her around, placing her gently with her back to the mattress.
She looked at them, staring down at her in what seemed like a state of awe and lust. “Thank you, Masters.”
They all three smiled.
Heath stepped back, and Nate and Tobias crawled in on opposite sides of her, each cowboy swallowing one of her breasts.
She fisted the sheets and closed her eyes as need grew inside her. Then she felt Heath move between her thighs, positioning his head directly in line with her pussy. When his tongue hit her folds, she moaned. Nate and Tobias sucked on her nipples until they ached and throbbed. Heath licked her clit, making her crazy with want.
Nate’s teeth nipped at her breast’s tiny bit of flesh. Then he said, “Yep. You’re going to be trouble, pet. That’s obvious.”
She opened her eyes and looked directly at Nate. “I–I…don’t want to be.”
“Sure you do. That’s part of it.” He and Heath switched positions.
Tobias continued to suck on her nipples while Nate bathed her puffy folds with his tongue. She writhed on the bed like a live wire. Heat sprung up out of her, and her juices flowed from her pussy.
Heath covered her mouth with his manly lips once again, causing her heart to race. In that single kiss she sensed his absolute possessive nature. Her lips ached and swelled, mirroring what was going on with her nipples and pussy. These three cowboys were making her utterly delirious. She was on fire with want. The desire to be taken by more than one man had been born in her during her stay in Wilde. Now, that desire was full-grown and running amok inside her. Her body quivered, and her toes curled as three mouths covered every inch of her body.
“You’re so fucking hot!” Tobias exclaimed.
“She’s got the sweetest juices I’ve ever tasted in my life, and her pussy is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” Nate’s tone was animallike and intense.
When his tongue circled her clit once again, her ache burned hot like the sun.
“God, yes!” she screamed, pounding the mattress.
Heath kissed her. “That’s my girl.”
She felt Tobias apply lube to her ass.
Nate kissed her mound and then rolled onto his side. He donned a condom, as did Tobias.
Heath cupped her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. “We’re all going to fuck you at the same time—Nate in your pussy, Tobias in your ass, and me in your sweet mouth.”
She bit her lip.
Dax cradled her chin. “Time to fill your tight, little cunt with our cocks, kitten.”
“Here you go, bro.” Drake handed him a condom. She watched them both slip the rubbers on their dicks.
Dax picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and over his hips. In this position, she could feel the tip of his dick pressing on her mound. Urges exploded inside her like an uncontrollable fiery inferno.
Dax kissed Charly on the forehead, making her feel safe and sexy. Drake’s hands covered her breasts from behind, and he gently massaged them. He slid his hands down to her ass, and she felt him apply lubricant to her backside. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan.
Soon, Dax’s fingers were fucking her in the back. Drake lowered himself down to a crouched position on the floor. She wrapped her legs tighter around Dax’s waist as he continued his digits’ assault to her ass. Now below her, Drake began laving her pussy with his tongue. This twin tag team was driving her wild with desire, but before she fell over the passionate edge inside her, they both stopped. Dax set her on her feet.
She watched as Dax applied a generous amount of lube to his condom-covered dick.
In a flash, the twin cowboys hoisted her up in their arms between them. This time Drake picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Drake’s cock tip began racking her clit, and Dax’s dick was knocking at her back door.
“Take a deep breath, kitten,” Dax ordered from behind her.
“Blow it out for us.”
“One more time. In—”
Once again, she did what was expected of her. It felt so right, so perfect to do so.
As she blew out the last breath, the brothers lowered her onto their dicks. As both cocks pierced her flesh, she sucked in a bunch of air, only to exhale it quickly. Stretched out and loving it, all she could do was hold on in this position. And she did, though just barely.
Their combined thrusts into her pussy and ass coaxed more heat, more desire, more want out of her.
“God, you are so tight, kitten.” Dax was holding up her thighs from behind.
Drake held her by the waist, and she had her legs and arms wrapped around him. In and out. Up and down. As the brothers continued to split her open, her insides began to tighten and her clit throbbed.
Drake kissed her on the lips, and a shiver ran up and down her spine. “You like us fucking you this way, baby?”
“Oh yes. Very much, Sir.” She felt so light in their arms, and they matched each other’s rhythm perfectly.
“Squeeze our dicks with your pussy and ass, kitten,” Dax ordered.
Charly complied, tightening around their meaty beasts.
Dax whispered in her ear. “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” Being held up between these men had done the trick and pushed her over the edge. Nothing was stopping her from reaching an orgasm.
Dax’s command came from behind. “Come for us, kitten. Make us really proud.”
Nate patted Joker’s neck and gazed at Charly atop Majesty, his mother’s Appaloosa mare. When Charly had told Nate about her new job working for Michael, Nate realized he knew just the right spot for the resort. Even better, the land he was thinking of was best accessed by horseback. It was the perfect chance for him to spend some time alone with Charly. Now two hours into the ride, Nate was amazed by how comfortable she looked in the saddle. Any passerby would’ve thought Charly was a native to ranching, not the Bronx.
“Have you been lying to me, pet? You obviously know more than a little about horses.”
“Did Joker tell you that?” She smiled. “I’m from the Bronx. We adapt fast.”
“Just watch.” She urged Majesty into a gallop.
Nate laughed and kicked Joker into high speed to catch her. This little lady has some lessons to learn. Within earshot of Majesty, he whistled the signal that he knew would get the result he desired.
His mother’s horse slowed to a trot.
“Come on, Majesty. They’re gaining on us.”
Nate whistled again, and Charly’s ride stopped. “Come on, Joker. Let’s show those girls who really is in charge.”
“No fair, Nate,” she said as he rode up beside her.
“I’ll show you how unfair I really can be, pet.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Her lush lips tasted like honey, so very sweet. He placed his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her in tighter.
Just being near her had him acting a fool, and he didn’t know why. The Doms at The Masters’ Chambers would’ve certainly laughed their asses off at his high-school-lovesick-boy act. He didn’t care. He wanted Charly more than he’d ever wanted anyone before in his life. It wasn’t sudden or instant, but a slow-growing burn that had begun the moment he’d met her. Crazy? Yes. But insanity might be a nice state for him, at least for tonight.
Though Nate hated to end their kiss, the sun would be going down soon, and he wanted to be at the cabin before dark. “Charly, look around. This is the part of the property I wanted to show you.”
Her long eyelashes fluttered. “Uh…what?”
“Sweetheart, we’re looking at property for Michael’s gay resort. Remember?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes.
He loved seeing her off kilter and flushed. “Hard to see the landscape with your eyes shut, Charly.”
Her eyes popped open, and she nodded. “Wow. This place is beautiful.”
It was. The mountains to the left scraped the sky with their snowy peaks. To their right were cliffs. A long waterfall from the rocky walls shot into the lake beside them, sending spray into the air that looked like jewels in the light of the setting sun. He’d never thought anything could be as beautiful as this place until he’d seen Charly.
“Is that building on the property?” She pointed to the cabin about a quarter mile away.
“Yes. In fact, we are about in the center of what is for sale.
“Who in the world would sell such a place? This needs to stay just like it is forever.” The awe in her tone was obvious. God, she actually understood what he’d discovered here long ago. This was his favorite spot on the entire planet. He’d only saddled up Joker and Majesty for this ride to get time alone with her. He’d packed a dinner for the two of them and planned on taking her to the vacant hunter’s cabin for the night. Now, Charly’s reaction to the land was opening up his eyes to how incredibly fantastic a woman she was.
“The Masters family owns this land and puts it up for sale every so often with a ridiculous price tag. I got my parents to make a run at it a few years back, but their offer wasn’t ever countered. The deal never gelled.”
“You’re not serious about me showing this to Michael, are you?”
“I wouldn’t have before today, but I’m rethinking my take on him. Do you think I should?”
Charly tilted her head to the side. God, the woman looked so sexy. After a bit of time, she nodded. “Maybe. How many acres are part of this listing?”
“Eight hundred sixty-two.”
“Let me think about whether or not we should tell Michael about this.”
Nate liked when she said “we,” which clearly included him and her together. “The only way I would even consider helping him get this for his project is if he would be respectful to this place.”
She nodded. “There can’t be any buildings here.”
“Right, pet.” He worried that there might come a day when some developers would take the Masters family up on their crazy sale price for the land. Once the transaction was complete, there would be nothing that could be done to save the pristine place. The profit motive would spoil the beauty he and Charly were surrounded by. If he could get the right investor with the right resources to see things his way, he might actually save the land he loved so much. Michael might be that man. “Now, if he wants to create an eco-friendly vacation for gays with tents and such, I’ll help him in any way I can.”
“That’s a wonderful idea, Nate. Maybe you should be the one working for him instead of me.”
“No way. I’m great in the saddle, not behind a desk. You hungry?”
She touched her stomach. “I am, but do we have time to eat? Shouldn’t we be getting back?”
Game on, Ms. Wynn. Nate dismounted. “Let me worry about when we head back. You worry about making your billionaire buddy get on board with our idea.” Holding Joker’s reins, he came over beside Majesty. “Ready to dismount?”
She didn’t answer, but was off the beast in a flash. “What’s on the menu, cowboy?”
He pulled her to him. Her little surprised gasp made his cock harden. “You’ll see, pet. You’ll see.”
Nate stepped around and ahead of her. Heath followed behind. She thought that they were acting more like bodyguards than Doms. Perhaps the two roles were one and the same in the club.
As they came to the bottom of the stairs, she looked at the wooden door. It looked ancient and foreboding. Nate opened it and walked into the room beyond. She followed, though her fear began clawing at the back of her mind again as she scanned the room.
It was dimly lit. All the walls were black. There were all kinds of contraptions in the place, clearly meant to restrain subs. Several metal tables were covered with sexual toys, including vibrators, paddles, whips, cuffs, and more that she didn’t recognize. Her body began to warm, but her palms began to sweat. She could end this with a single word. They’d promised her that.
“That’s for you, sub.” Nate pointed to the center of the room to what looked to her to be a kind of bench, though it was oddly shaped, bending up in the middle.
Then it dawned on her. This was just like the bench that Drake and Dax had placed her on before. It was used to aid in spanking subs. Like me? She was trembling like a leaf. Then she heard someone cough behind her. She looked back at the door and realized there was a landing with seating above it. The audience! Her safe word rushed to her lips, but she bit it back. She couldn’t see any faces, thank God, but it was wickedly thrilling that they were here to see her.
Though her misgivings whispered in her head, she recalled how Nate had been with her on their ride together looking for land for Michael’s project and how tender he’d been with her at the cabin. This was just another side to him, and she wanted to experience it. She’d already discovered with his other brothers that exploring sexual fantasies called to her, especially this type of play. If things got to be too much, too difficult, she reminded herself that she had a safe word that could halt everything.
Nate slapped her ass, still barely covered by her panties. “Hook her up on the bench, Heath. I’ll choose a paddle.”
Heath led her to the bench and whispered in her ear. “You’re doing great, baby.”
“I’m very nervous,” she admitted.
“All part of it, little sub.” Heath rubbed her back with his rough fingertips. “You’ll love it. Nate is quite skilled at this.”
“What about you?”
“I know what I’m doing, too.” He guided her facedown on the bench. “I’m going to restrain you, Charly, with some cuffs on your wrists and ankles, okay?”
“Stop coddling her, Heath.” Nate stepped next to the bench, carrying a large black paddle. “You’re acting like a pussy instead of a Dom.”
“Keep talking like that and this pussy is going to kick your ass, bro.”
“That’s better. Now, let’s get our pet into subspace, shall we?”
“Yes.” Heath locked her onto the bench with the cuffs as he’d told her he would.
Suddenly, she realized what position they’d placed her in. My ass is pointed directly at the people watching from the landing. The thought sent a shiver up and down her spine. When Nate pulled her panties down to her ankles, that shiver became a nine on the earthquake Richter scale, heating every inch of her skin.
“Let’s get started,” Nate announced.
She curled her hands into fists, bracing herself for what was to come. Why was she trembling with desire already? Though Charly wanted to believe that having them slap her ass with the paddle and their hands would fix everything, she knew better. God help her, she still craved this moment of solace, quietness, and pleasure that they promised. She would let today’s worries wait for her to pick them up tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to feel.
“How many licks from the paddle are you going to give her?” Heath’s tone held a hint of concern, which pleased her very much.
“Bro, this sub is way too much in her head. Best to keep her guessing.”
“I don’t know about that. She seems present to me,” Heath argued.
“She’s here some, but most of her is juggling too many thoughts and doubts.” Nate feathered his mouth against her back. “Obey every word, sub. Understand?”
She nodded. The anticipation of what he was about to do to her ass sent a jolt through her.
“I can’t wait to turn her sweet ass into a pretty pink.” Nate touched the paddle to her ass. “Feel this, pet?”
It felt cool, smooth, and so very dangerous. She squeaked out, “Yes, Sir.”
She heard some whispers from the people watching, but instead of filling her with fear and shame, they ignited her flesh.
“You want it bad, sub. Excellent.” Nate tugged on her hair. “Try not to cry out, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was vibrating like a live wire of expectancy.
Nate swung the paddle, landing it on the middle of her ass. The sting the thing left caused her eyes to well up and her pussy to dampen. She chewed on her lip, which worked to keep her from crying out. Charly wasn’t sure how long she could hold back and obey his command, but she vowed to do her best to try.
“Good job, pet,” Nate praised, making her tingle with pride.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her hesitations began to melt away.
“Don’t get too relaxed, sub. We’re not done. You understand that?”
Trembling, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Heath, you go a round.”
Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched Nate hand the paddle to him.
“You trust me, sweetheart?” Heath asked.
He kissed both of her ass cheeks, which made her pussy ache.
The burgers came, and Charly was surprised that all the brothers’ lunches were served to them in brown bags. “What’s going on?”
“Trouble at the barns, sweetheart.” Heath smiled. “We’re going to run and take care of it. You stay here with our mom and dads. Jackson should show up any minute. I just got a text that he is headed this way.”
“Shouldn’t you talk to him about what’s been going on?” she asked, completely confused.
“I will, after we get this mess cleaned up…at the barns.”
There was something about Heath’s demeanor that told her he was holding something back. She couldn’t be sure what.
“Can’t it wait, Heath?” Maude asked. “This is very serious.”
Dad Greg sat on his wife’s left side. “Hush, honey. Let the boys get back to normal chores. We can handle the sheriff.”
On her right side, Dad Grant added, “Jackson will have this cleaned up in no time at all. This is only a mix-up, nothing more. We’ll be having a slice of your delicious pie tonight and all of this will be behind us.”
Charly sighed. Something about the Strong dads’ confidence gave her some relief. She watched the six Strong cowboys tip their hats to their mother and to her, and then they left with their lunch bags in hand.
“See you shortly, sweetheart.” Nate smiled and winked.
After the last of the brothers walked out the door, Greg Strong smiled. “Ladies, let’s eat. I know you’re both starving.”
Charly took a few bites of the delicious cheeseburger and the thick-cut, made-to-order fries. Normally, she could’ve finished most of the meal, but her appetite disappeared as the worry about Heath’s situation bounced to the front of her mind. She looked at her three lunch companions, the Strong parents. They, too, seemed disinterested in the food on their plates. “Are you sure Heath is going to be cleared?” she asked them.
“Yes, kiddo,” Dad Grant answered first. “He’s innocent.”
“Of course,” Dad Greg joined in. “By dinner tonight, this whole thing will be just a silly story we will all be able to laugh about for years to come.”
Maude gazed at her and smiled. “So, Charly, you’ve settled on the older boys?”
Charly tensed. “What do you mean?” But she already knew what the mother of the Strong brothers meant.
“I see how you are around Heath. You love him, don’t you?”
“I do,” she confessed for the first time, and it felt great.
Maude grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Nate, too?”
Charly nodded, and her heart warmed.
“I really haven’t spent much time with him, Maude. I admire him, though.”
“And you’re attracted to him, too, right?” she asked with a warmth in her tone that was endearing.
“I am.” Charly couldn’t mislead Maude or her husbands. “But the truth is I am also in love with the twins.”
Maude pulled her hand back. “That can’t be, Charly. I already told you how it works here in Wilde.”
Charly felt her insides rip in two. “I know—three and one. I get it. But your sons are headstrong.”
“What do you mean, child?” Dad Greg asked softly.
Charly couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to. She’d been dealing with the ridiculous plan of the brothers by herself. She needed someone to unload on, and who better than the people who loved her cowboys, too—their parents? “They have it in their heads that the six of them and I can create a family together.”
Watching Maude’s mouth widen and eyebrows shoot up, Charly wished she’d kept the whole thing to herself.
“That can’t be,” Maude snapped, shaking her head.
Dad Grant put his arm around his wife. “Sweetheart, hear Charly out.”
“But this is impossible, Grant. You know how it works in Wilde.”
“Honey, Greg and I were born here. We know better than you, even though you’ve been here a very long time.”
Maude leaned into her husband. “Decades. I know. This town won’t go for it, and Tobias is too traditional to ever agree to such an arrangement. And what about the bad blood between Seth and Heath? They can barely be in the same room together.”
Charly felt tears well up in her eyes. Maude was right. Even though she’d known the whole time that Heath’s plan was impossible, she hadn’t stopped trekking down the dangerous path with the brothers. Why? Because she needed their comfort, their passion, their protection. It was selfish but true. Life had always dealt her a double dose of hard knocks, but with them she felt adored, desired, and safe.
“This is all my fault.” She felt the guilt-ridden liquid stream from her eyelids down her cheeks.
Dad Greg put his arm around her. “No it isn’t, sweetie. This is about love.” He turned to Maude. “Darling, when has true love ever been wrong?”
Her heart leapt for joy in her chest. Then she thought about the one Strong that was obviously absent. “Where’s Seth?”
The guys didn’t answer her.
“Well?” she asked more forcefully.
Without warning, the five men undressed her. Tobias and Nate had her top and bra off in a flash. Heath was working on removing her pants and panties. The twins removed her shoes. They looked like a pack of hungry wolves, and she was their willing prey.
“You think this is going to derail me from thinking about Seth? About how crazy I am for staying in Wilde this long and not looking for a job? About what happened to my dad?”
“Yes,” Dax stated flatly.
She knew it might. Her body was already buzzing and taking the front seat, pushing her resistance to the back. “So I guess you want to have sex? Why should I let you?”
“Do you think we were asking for permission, sub?” Nate asked. “We aren’t.”
She trembled deliciously at the forcefulness in his tone. “Tell me where Seth is, please.”
“He’s moving some heifers to another pasture. That’s all.” Tobias kissed her neck. “No more questions, sweetheart. We’re taking what we want.”
“And we know you’re going to love what we have in store for you,” Drake stated, rubbing her calves.
Charly moaned as fifty fingers rubbed her into a warm shade of delirium. Then she spotted the items on the other side of the sectional that she’d somehow missed when coming into the home. There were paddles, cuffs, vibrators, lotions, and more sex toys she couldn’t identify. Her cowboys were about to put her through the wringer, which thrilled her beyond measure.
“So is our little sub ready for some fun?” Nate asked.
Heath kissed her, and her entire body softened. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she became tingly.
Nate pinched her nipples through her shirt. “Bro, you should hold back the rewards from our pet until she’s earned them.”
“I know. I just couldn’t help but taste her sweet lips.”
“Now, little one, time to warm up your pretty little ass.”
She chewed on her lower lip as the cowboys flipped her around on top of Tobias’s lap. She could feel his hard-on through his jeans, and her pussy began to ache.
“Hand me that paddle, Drake. Not that one…the black one. Right. That’s it. Perfect.” Tobias took the paddle from Drake’s hand.
“How many licks, Sir?” she asked timidly.
He pinched her left ass cheek with enough force to cause her to gasp, pushing her closer to the sweet trance state she loved.
“From now until we’re done, pet, no talking unless we ask. Of course you can call out your safe word if you need to, but other than that, keep your pretty lips shut. Got it?”
She nodded. Her cowboys were in charge for these fun and games. All she had to do was obey and enjoy the ride.
“I think each of us should give five whacks to this lovely ass.” Tobias’s tone was wicked and playful. “Let’s let this sub know whose ass it is. Not hers. It’s ours.”
His dirty, possessive talk was getting to her, and she felt her clit and nipples begin to throb and her sex begin to dampen.
“Let’s blindfold her,” Nate suggested.
“Like where you’re going with this, bro.” Tobias slipped a blindfold over her eyes. “She won’t be able to see, but she will definitely be able to feel.”
There was something amazing about how they made love to her. Sometimes soft and gentle. Other times dominant and rough. Both worked to provide her with incredible pleasure. The latter kind of sex let her mind rest from all its troubles. It was an amazing place they created through discipline play and sweet pain that encompassed all of her mind, body, and soul.
“What about using headphones on her?” Dax asked. “I’ve seen it done at The Masters’ Chambers before.”
“Another terrific idea.” Tobias’s voice came out deeper and hungrier than she’d ever heard it before, causing her to tremble with anticipation of what was to come.
“Here. Use my iPod,” Drake offered. “I got something she might like.”
“Some of your pussy music, bro,” Dax teased.
“It’ll get her in the mood. You’ll see.”
She felt them place the little buds in her ears, and the music drowned out all other sound. Brandy and Chris Brown sang their latest. Now, without sight or sound, all her focus turned to what she was feeling. Tobias’s hand rubbed her bottom, making her tingle.
The next instant, a sting spread over the middle of her ass. Tobias had slapped her backside with the black paddle.
She cried out, but couldn’t hear herself as Brandy and Chris continued to tell her to put something down and promised that if she did, she might fall in love.
She felt the tears roll out of her eyes and the release of all her worries leaving her body. Suddenly, her cowboys lifted her up and placed her on another lap. She inhaled deeply, recognizing Nate’s scent of fresh-cut timber and leather.
Slap.His paddling was just a bit harder than Tobias’s, and it sent her even closer to the dreamy space she craved.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Her entire body was shaking, and her pussy was completely soaked.
The brothers lifted her up and placed her on another lap. She knew this one was Heath’s. Another round of licks from the wonderfully wicked paddle, and she felt floaty and warm.
Her ass was on fire after Drake and Dax each took a turn with the paddle. The world outside didn’t exist in the trancelike state they’d pushed her into. The only thing that mattered was pleasing these cowboys.
“Roll out the blanket, Dax.” She heard Tobias’s order even over the music in her ears.
They moved her to the soft blanket. She felt them take off the headphones, allowing her to hear their heavy breathing. Then the blindfold was removed, and she saw she was on the floor in the middle of the room. Her men, looking like a hungry pack of wolves, surrounded her. They were all completely naked with hard cocks that were meant for her body.
“My God, you look beautiful,” Tobias confessed. “Time to reward you for taking your licks so well, kitten.”
Charly’s mind swirled with images of the Hotel Cactus burning, of Darren Blue outside her room, and of Seth atop a horse. Had any of it actually happened, or was she only drifting in some imaginary haze?
“I think she’s awake.” Tobias’s voice wasn’t from a dream. He was actually with her.
She opened her eyes and saw all the Strong brothers surrounding her.
“We’re here, sweetheart.” Drake touched her cheek.
“I’m confused,” she admitted, realizing she was in a hospital. Then she felt pain in her chest.
“What’s the last thing you remember, honey?” Nate asked her.
“I don’t know. It’s all mixed up in my head.”
Seth stepped up beside Nate. “More importantly, how are you feeling?”
“My chest hurts, Seth.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how’s your pain?”
“A four or five,” she said, trying to be tough, though it might’ve actually been a six or seven.
“I can tell by your grimaces it’s more than that, Charly.” He hit the call button.
A female voice came over the speaker. “Yes?”
“Nurse, Charly is awake and needs something for pain.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Seth, you were on a horse, right?” Charly asked.
“Yes, I was. What else do you remember?”
“That’s the last thing I...wait. Did I fall down?” She couldn’t clear her head for some reason.
“You did,” Seth answered.
“Did I trip? I can be a bit of a klutz.” She tried to sit up, but the pain in her chest kept her from it.
“Did I land face first and hit my chest on a rock or something?” She moved her hand up her body, trying to discover what contraptions she was attached to.
Nate spoke softly, “Relax, sweetheart.”
Charly couldn’t relax. Besides the IV in the back of her hand, she discovered a tube that was under her arm. “What’s this?”
“A chest tube,” Seth stated calmly, moving the hair out of her eyes. “Your lung collapsed, Charly. There are still some bubbles in it, so the doctor needs to leave it in.”
Panic ripped a wide path through her body, causing her to tremble. “Why? What happened?” And then it all came flooding back into her mind. Seth had been on his horse. She had gone to see him to talk about Heath’s idea, her dream, of the six brothers and her forming a family. Seth hadn’t been receptive at all, and his temper had flared. Then it had happened. She’d been shot.
“Here we go.” The dark-headed nurse pushed her way to the side of Charly’s bed. “You know, gentlemen, we’re breaking hospital rules allowing so many of you in her room at one time. There should only be two of you in here.”
Seth shook his head. “We’ve got this covered, Pamela. We all wanted to be here when she woke up. We’ll keep it to two from now on.”
“Thanks, Seth.” Pamela turned to Charly and smiled. “This’ll help you rest, Ms. Wynn.”
As the nurse sent the medicine into the IV tube, Charly shook her head. “I was shot.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” Seth answered. “But you’re fine now. You’re going to be okay. I’ll make sure of that.”
“We all will,” Heath added.
“Who shot me?” she asked as the medicine took hold of her, softening her pain and making her eyelids so very heavy.
“We don’t know, but we will find out,” Seth answered, with a tone that told her he meant business.
“Gentlemen, you do need to pick who stays and who leaves. You’ve got five minutes.” Nurse Pamela walked to the door. “The patient needs her rest.” Then she exited into the hallway.
Charly tried to force herself to stay awake. “My...mom...does she...”
Seth leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips. “She’s on her way, sweetheart.”
He kissed me! As the medicine pushed her over the edge into slumber, one last thought spun in her head. Maybe I can have it all.
“So, I must punish you for teasing me,” he stated flatly.
Trepidation inched through her, but past her anxiety was a deep-seated craving.
Seth continued, “What kind of punishment should I give you?”
He wasn’t asking her, and it was clear he already knew what kind of punishment he wanted to give her. Still, he was having fun drawing it out, making her wait and shiver.
His hand touched her shoulder and squeezed. “The first thing that I want to happen is for you to strip for me, sub. That’ll help me make up my mind. Do a good job and I might not make you suffer too much.”
“Yes, Sir,” Charly choked out. “I’ll do my best.”
He gently stroked her hair. “I know you will. Now, stand up and give me a show.”
She instantly obeyed, rising to her feet while he remained on the sofa.
Looking down at what she wore made her cringe. While she was in the hospital, her mom and Jessie had gone shopping to replace her wardrobe, which had burned in the fire. They’d bought her plenty of clothing, but only basic items. She was still in the flannel pajamas they’d selected. There wasn’t anything sexy about them. How in the world was she going to give her cowboy Dom a striptease in these?
“You’re making me wait again, sub.” His eyelids narrowed into a clear warning that he was losing patience. “Not good. Not good at all.”
I’ve got to work with what I have. Think sexy. Be sexy. Tingles danced over her skin as she lowered her flannel pants to her knees and then pulled them back up again. His eyes zeroed in between her thighs. She had slipped on some pale-pink panties and a bra after her bath this morning. They had some sexiness to them, definitely more than her oversized pj’s. She thought about ripping the flannel off, but thought better of it. Think burlesque, Charly. Getting a man on the edge of his seat had more to do with the tease than anything else, she believed. With that in mind, she unbuttoned the top half of her pj’s as slowly as possible, which wasn’t hard since her hands were shaking.
She glanced at Seth. His fingers were curling and uncurling, from fist to open hand and back again. She was getting to him, which got to her. Her body was tingling and getting really warm.
She opened the flannel top to reveal her bra to his fixed stare, and then she closed it fast. His nostrils were flaring, and she could see the bulge in his jeans growing. Wiggling her hips slightly, she once again slipped down her PJ bottoms, but this time stepping out of them, leaving her lower half covered by only her panties.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Seth lick his manly lips. Now, even her sex began to tingle. Again, she flashed him her bra, and again, she closed her top around her breasts.
“Nice tease, sub,” he growled. “Very nice indeed.”
His words went deep into her, igniting a ton of sensations. She felt dampness between her legs, which spurred her to take off the top and throw it into his lap. His smile was her reward.
Standing in front of him in only her bra and panties, with Seth fully clothed in a T-shirt, jeans, and boots, put her at quite the disadvantage. She didn’t care. Being exposed and vulnerable with him only added to her desire.
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you done, sub? Am I going to have to rip off your underwear for you?”
Though the idea of him doing just that was quite exciting, she wanted to finish what she’d started. “No, Sir.”
She unfastened her bra and lowered it down her arms. When it fell to the ground, she covered her mounds with her hands. Then she looked up at him, seeing the impact her striptease was having on him. He had moved forward on the sofa and was literally sitting on the edge of his seat, which made her giggle.
“Something funny, sub?” he asked with a grin.
She shook her head and removed her hands from her breasts, allowing him full view of the upper half of her naked body.
“Very nice, pet. Those are the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. And your nipples are like little berries. I can’t wait to suck on them. Now, what about those panties?”
“These, Sir?” Charly asked, trying to continue the illusion she had any skill at stripping.
He nodded, and then his demeanor changed from observer to director, and a sexy, dangerous one at that. “Take them off, now.”
She didn’t go slow, willing to obey his every word. Instead, she was out of the pale-pink fabric in a flash.
“Get on your tiptoes, sub.”
Again, she obeyed, but wasn’t sure why he’d asked her to do that.
He stood up and walked behind her. “Stay on your toes, pet.”
When she felt his hands cup her ass, a tremble rolled through her and her sex got even wetter. His control and force stoked a roaring fire inside her. From the moment she’d met him outside the chapel on the night of Jessie’s rehearsal, she sensed he could blow the doors off her most secret places. Can I close them once he’s done with me? She didn’t think so, but refusing him anything at this moment wasn’t even conceivable.
“Time for your punishment, sub.”
Charly Wynn held the cell to her ear and began to shake. “Preston?”
She’d gone to the ladies’ room to compose herself after the appearance of the infamous Gabby, the woman who had screwed up her six Strong cowboys’ lives. She’d called her mother to get some advice on how to proceed, and a strange male voice had answered.
Think. This nut has just claimed that he has my mom.
She looked at her cell’s screen and verified the number she’d called was her mother’s, not some random lunatic. All her blood seemed to drain out of her as panic wrapped its claws around her insides.
Keep him talking.
“Are you still there?” she asked as calmly as she could muster.
“Isn’t that sweet? You miss me.”
Asshole. “What’s this all about, Preston? I’m sure we can work this out. Talk to me.”
She was grasping at every lesson in grad school she could find in the back of her memory about dealing with someone like her half brother. He wasn’t a run-of-the-mill mentally disturbed person. He was a full-on sociopath—arsonist, kidnapper, and serial killer. And he has my mother. Her blood turned icy in her veins.
“Are you alone?” he asked in a way that made her skin crawl.
She went through the litany of what she’d learned in university about antisocial personality disorder. Generally, people like Preston didn’t feel affection or empathy. Many mimicked feelings quite well, though they were never genuine.
“Answer me!” Her cell distorted a bit from his loud tone.
“Yes, I’m alone.”
“In the ladies’ room at Norma’s.” Crap. I shouldn’t have told him that. Maybe he would answer without thinking like she had. “Where are you?”
There was a long pause, causing her to shiver violently.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Impressive, sis. Very impressive. Of course, I’m not going to tell you. I’m too smart for that.”
“That’s obvious, Preston.” Most sociopaths operated in the world undetected. Had her half brother been one who’d done that, too, before going on his rampage? What had triggered him to kill her dad? “Whatever you want, I’m sure we can work it out if we just talk.”
“Now you’re disappointing me, Charlene. I’m no fool.”
“Of course not.” Though far from calm, mentally going through what she knew about Preston’s condition did quiet her terror just a bit. Hurting people meant nothing to sociopaths, and deception came easy. The end always justified the means, and the antisocial had no limits to what lengths they would go to get what they desired. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. If you want money, I can get some. Name your price.” It might take her entire life to pay Jessie back, but she would gladly do it if it meant her mother would be safely returned.
“Shut up and listen.” His tone was low and threatening. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. Of course.” Sociopaths’ brains functioned differently than the majority. Their emotions remained shallow. Narcissism and egomania were often part of the makeup of some of the most extreme antisocial persons. Preston was definitely pegging the needle on that one.
“Listen to me, Charlene. I have your mum, Connie. She’s