Lang, Chloe - Running Wilde [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (11 page)

“Where are you taking us?”

“To my granddad’s cabin. But we better hurry.”

“Lead the way, cowboy.”

They arrived at his grandfather’s cabin totally drenched. Pappy Jack told them to go inside and dry off and he would take care of the horses. Dallas guided Jessie inside. She looked gorgeous in the light coming from the fireplace. He prayed the rains wouldn’t stop but would continue all night. Spending the night with her here, or anywhere, is exactly what he wanted.

He put his arms around Jessie, hoping to warm her enough to stop her trembles. “I think we’re here for the night, love.”

“You’re right about that.” The old cowboy placed his hat on the hook by the door. “This is likely to go on until midnight. Son, introduce me to the lady.”

“This is Jessie Green. Jessie, this is my granddad, Pappy Jack.”

She stepped forward and offered her hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

His granddad took her hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentleman’s kiss on the back of her hand. He leaned up, releasing her hand. “The pleasure is mine, little lady. Now, about your clothes. We need to get them dried out. Jessie, I think you would fit in one of my wife’s outfits. Dallas, you’re too big for any of my clothes, so you’re going to have to wear a towel.”

“You just love embarrassing me, don’t you?”

The old man laughed. “That I do, son. That I do. Go get some towels for Jessie. Get one for yourself, too. You know where they are?”

“Yes, sir. I do.” Dallas went to the only bathroom in the place. It was pretty spacious and even had a tub. Pappy Jack had it put in right after he and his brothers married Dallas’s grandmother. He took out four big towels from the cabinet and went back to the main room of the cabin.

Dallas handed three of the towels to Jessie.

“Thank you.”

“We’ll give you some privacy to change clothes. My bedroom is right through that door, hon. My wife’s things are in the closet to the right of the bed. Put on anything you like. Probably a bit old-fashioned, but it should do until your clothes are dried.”

“Thank you, Pappy Jack.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. It’s nice having a woman here again.”

Jessie walked over to him. “Do you mind if I give you a hug?”

“Mind? I’d be hurt if you didn’t.”

Dallas watched her grab on to his granddad, and he put his arms around her. When they let go of each other, Dallas would’ve sworn that he saw the tough codger wipe his eyes.

Jessie smiled and kissed his granddad’s cheek. Then she went to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

“That one is a keeper, son.” Pappy Jack patted him on the back.

“Yes, she is.”

“How about some coffee to warm you up, son?”

“Whiskey would work faster.”

His granddad nodded. “That it would. Hard to believe, but I just happen to have some handy. Shuck those clothes and put them on your grandma’s rocker by the fireplace. They’re going to take awhile to dry.”

After downing a couple of shots of liquor, the cold inside Dallas faded. Pappy Jack poured two more shots, but before they could drink them, Jessie returned. She’d chosen one of Gran’s dresses that fell just below the knee. It was pale blue, and the V-neck dipped just enough for him to get a glimpse of her cleavage. His cock made a tent out of the towel he wore. He looked over at Pappy Jack. The old man was wiping his eyes, and tears were streaming from them. It startled Dallas. He’d only seen his granddad cry once. That was at Gran’s funeral.

Pappy Jack choked. “I’m sorry, young lady. I’ve become a woman in my old age. It’s just...seeing you in Carol’s dress... Well, it took me back. I apologize.”

“I’m sorry if this upset you.” Jessie’s concern was evident on her face. “Let me take these off. A towel will work just fine for me.”

“No, hon. I’m okay now. You keep them on.”

Dallas choked, “I miss Gran, too.”

“I know you do, son.”

Jessie took the chair at the table between Dallas and Pappy Jack. “Tell me about her. I’m sure she was an incredible woman.”

His granddad nodded. “Swept me and my brothers off our feet, she did.”

“Was she from Wilde?”

“Nope. Her kin were from Maine. They weren’t too happy with my brothers and me, but they eventually warmed up to us.”

“So did she have a tough time warming up to the idea of marrying more than one man?”

Dallas was glad that Jessie was asking this question. He hoped it meant that she was considering what he and his brothers wanted.

“I think I better get the good stuff out for this kind of conversation. You like whiskey, Jessie?”

“Don’t know. I’ve drunk vodka, tequila, and gin, before. Never tried any dark liquors.”

“Well, let me introduce you to Mr. Glenlivet 1959. He makes angels sing and devils weep. For us, he just might deliver a bit of good cheer.”

“I think I’ll like him.” She smiled.

Pappy Jack filled up three glasses with the good stuff.

“Mmm. That’s good.” Jessie licked her lips. “I might get used to Mr. Glenlivet.”

“I’m glad you like it.” His granddad took another drink from his glass. “You asked me about my wife, little lady. There’s a lot to tell.”

“I’d love to hear about her, Pappy Jack.”

He put his hand over hers. “Then you shall.” The old man closed his eyes, as if to transport back to the past. “I’d just finished my tour of duty in southeast Asia. My two brothers, Tom and Will, met me in San Fran.”

Dallas missed Pappy Tom and Pappy Will. They’d taken him and his brothers on weeklong fishing and hunting trips when he was a kid.

Pappy Jack continued, “Tom and I wanted to leave early the next day. Will convinced us to stay an extra day. He thought we deserved a boys’ night out. Well, a day turned into a month after we met Carol.”

“Sounds romantic.”

“Wasn’t at first. Will fell for her instantly. Tom and I took a bit longer.”

Jessie took a sip of her whiskey. “You said she was from Maine. What was she doing in San Francisco?”

“Attending Stanford.”

“I didn’t know Gran went to college.”

“Actually got her degree in biology there, son.”

“You like your women smart, Pappy Jack?” Jessie teased.

“Only one. And she was incredibly so. Tom knew she was the one for us by the third day. Me, I’m pretty slow.”

“Wasn’t love at first sight?” she asked.

“Probably. I just fought it. I was worried she wouldn’t understand our ways. But she did come around, though it took some convincing.”

“No woman could resist you.” She grabbed his granddad’s hand. “I’m sure Carol was a very lucky woman to have three men to love her.”

“We were the lucky ones.” Pappy Jack downed his whiskey. “Tom died in ’90 and Will in ’97. Carol asked to move here after they died. I built this, you know.”

“I’ve learned all Wilde boys have to build their own house by the time they turn eighteen.”

“That’s true. Turns boys into men like it did to my grandson here.”

“I think it works really well.” Jessie gazed at Dallas.

His cock pushed the towel up another inch, though neither of them could see since his chair was scooted up under the table.

“Yes, he’s grown up into quite the man. I’m proud of you, son.”

“I’m proud of you, Pappy Jack.”

“You should be. I’m great, you know.” The old man grinned.

“You are.”

“I haven’t talked about this in years. Young lady, I’m glad you’re here. Carol always told me I kept things bottled up. She didn’t think that was good for me.”

“It’s not. I’m glad to be here with you.”

“You’re a bit like her, Jessie.”

“I hope so. She must’ve been someone very special to have landed your heart.”

“She was.” Pappy Jack’s voice cracked. “She taught me so much about living.”

Tears were streaming down Jessie’s face, and before Dallas could get to her, Pappy Jack put his arms around her. “Thank you, child. I needed this more than you know.”

She wiped her eyes. “So did I.”

His granddad held his glass up. “To Carol.”

Dallas and Jessie clinked their glasses to his.

“Now, if you kids don’t mind. I’m going to head out to the barn with this bottle to be alone with my thoughts. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Jessie stood and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Pappy Jack.”

She’d gotten his granddad to open up in a way he’d never seen before. Tonight, Dallas fell even deeper in love with her. If his Pappys were able to convince his Gran to choose the Wilde way, then by God, Dallas and his brothers would find a way to convince Jessie.

Chapter Seven

Pappy Jack’s stories about his wife and brothers melted Jessie’s heart. The Wilde family way had worked for Dallas’s grandmother. Jessie imagined that a lifetime of love and devotion from three Wilde men must’ve been heavenly.
Could it be the same for me with this generation’s Wilde men?

Jessie sighed, looking around at the mementos and photos that filled the cabin, revealing so much about Pappy Jack’s history.
Settle down, girl, and don’t get carried away.
She decided that it would be best to take things slow when it came to the Wilde brothers. There was no way she could wrap her head around such a marriage right now—if ever. Besides, she didn’t know Denver very well, and Austin not at all.

Dallas stood up, dropping his towel to the floor. His cock was fully erect, causing her jaw to drop and her body to heat up. “Love, you’re mine tonight.”

He wasn’t asking. He was taking, and that got her instantly wet.

“If we do this—”

“There’s no
if
about it,” he interrupted. “I’m going to be inside your sweet pussy tonight.”

She shivered with desire, but continued, “Sex with you doesn’t mean I’m saying I will be able to do what your Pappy’s wife did.”

“Sweetheart, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I want you. There’s nothing you can do or say that changes that. God, Jessie, you will be the death of me.”

She grinned. “A big cowboy like you can’t be afraid of a little woman like me, can you?”

“I’m too smart not to be.” His voice changed from gentle to commanding. “Tonight, my rules. Understand?”

A warm jolt shot down her spine. “Yes, Sir.”

“What state are you in?” he asked, with lust on every syllable.

“Green, Sir.”

“Good. Strip for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She took her time, hoping to give him a good show.

When she slipped the last piece of clothing off, he said through heavy breaths, “God, you look so amazing.”