by Chloe Lang
Wilde, Nevada
Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters
Mackenzie works undercover as a waitress, hoping against all odds to find her missing brother. She's been on the trail of one man she believes might know something but hasn't had any luck. Could it be she's been too distracted with the cowboy Masters twins instead of focusing on her task? Their never-ending advances seem impossible to deter, and Mackenzie finds herself daydreaming about what it would be like to share their bed if only for one night.
Wade and Wyatt Masters's failed attempts to win the heart of Mackenzie lead them to change their pursuit tactics. It seems to work, and after tearing down her walls, they discover the gorgeous outsider has a dangerous secret. Will the evil who is behind her brother's disappearance destroy everything they've discovered, everything they hold dear—or will the three work together, holding on to each other, and save her brother, allowing them a future?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 44,638 words
HER TWIN WILDE COWBOY MASTERS
Wilde, Nevada
Chloe Lang
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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HER TWIN WILDE COWBOY MASTERS
Wilde, Nevada
CHLOE LANG
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Mackenzie looked at the time on her cell and grimaced.
Five minutes until midnight.
She should’ve left long ago but hadn’t been able to bring herself to exit. She hadn’t really relaxed since arriving in Wilde two months ago. Perhaps she was due a little respite from her mission—that was what she told herself at least. What harm could another five minutes bring?
She’d assumed that only females would be present tonight. Didn’t “bachelorette” imply that?
Wrong. At least not in this mining community.
Over one hundred guests attended the festivity, and both genders were very well represented, though men outnumbered women by three to one. Of course, there were couples mingling in the crowd, but the more common triples dominated the party, not to mention the random quadruples and more.
A trio, two men and a woman, stood in the corner and smiled at her. One guy had his arm around the pretty brunette’s shoulders, while the other had his around her waist.
Mac had learned that threesomes weren’t an unusual sight for this town. Poly relationships also existed where she came from, but not on the scale of Wilde. Two months waiting tables at the diner had revealed to her this place universally accepted nontraditional families—unlike back home.
The tallest of the men motioned her over.
Mac’s cheeks burned.
Were they looking for a fourth? Though not certain of the man’s intent, she smiled but shook her head to signal she wasn’t interested. To ensure he got the hint, she turned her attention back to the stage.
The band changed tunes to a booming hip-hop song. The lyrics spoke of what it meant to live with battle scars. She could feel the thumps of the lusty bass notes on her skin. She had more than a few invisible scars herself. But this was a celebration and she decided to shake off her dark mood, at least for tonight.
The party wasn’t winding down one bit.
Everyone seemed to be having a blast. She certainly was, but it was long past a reasonable hour for her to leave. Her early-morning shift at Norma’s Diner started at six sharp.
“I need to be going,” she told Jessie Wilde, who stood to her right. Jessie had the most beautiful dark auburn hair. Her constant smile and sparkling green eyes were testaments to how happy she was.
“Stay a little longer, Mac,” Jessie pleaded.
Carrying two drinks, the guest of honor, Jessie’s cousin, Charly Wynn, came up beside Mac’s left. Charly’s sea-blue eyes and her long dark hair were stunning. This girl had a figure that would have any man drooling, though none other than Charly’s hubbies would do such a thing, at least not blatantly unless they had a death wish. The Strong brothers weren’t a group a smart
person wanted to piss off.
Charly smiled and held out one of the margaritas. “This is for you, Mac.”
She shook her head. “It’s late. Give it to your cousin.”
“I’m only drinking water tonight,” Jess said.
“You’re not going now, Mac, are you?” Charly asked.
“I really would love to stay. Believe me.” She glanced at her cell again.
“That’s twice you’ve looked at the time on your phone.” Charly pointed to the French doors leading out to the massive patio. “Look. There’s Carlotta with her beau. I’ll see if we can get your shift changed.”
She put her hand in front of Charly. “Please don’t.”
If she got moved to another shift, the man, who was her only reason for being in Wilde in the first place, would be served by one of the other waitresses. What if today was the day he let slip some clue, some shred, some hint that could give her what she so desperately needed? What if it fell on someone else’s ears and not hers? God no!
Her breath caught in her chest.
“Then don’t leave.” Charly smiled. “I know I’m being pushy, but you and Jess are the only women here that I feel comfortable with. We’re friends.”
“Are you actually afraid of the women who grew up here?” she asked with a teasing grin.
“I think we three could kick their local butts all the way down Main Street, don’t you?” Charly flexed her arm in an attempt to look tough.
“Definitely.” Mac nodded, taking on the same bodybuilder’s pose.
The three of them laughed in unison. It felt good to laugh.
Jess leaned in. “Please don’t go, Mac. Stay. It will mean the world to Charly.”
Charly nodded as if to punctuate her cousin’s point.
Mac knew it wasn’t smart to attach to anyone in this town, but given what she, Charly, and Jessie had gone through recently, it wasn’t something she could resist. These two amazing women were the closest she’d ever gotten to having friends even though they didn’t actually know her real name. Once they learned the truth, everything would most definitely blow up, especially between her and Jessie. With blood being thicker than water, Charly would unquestionably side with her cousin and not Mac.
So be it. Mac understood the bond of family.
She relaxed her shoulders. “Fine. I’ll have one more drink. Then I must go.”
“That’s our girl.” Charly handed her a margarita. “Are you having fun?”
She nodded, glancing around and taking it all in. Charly’s bachelorette party was quite different than she’d expected, not that she’d been to one before. Sure, she’d attended her share of affairs, fund-raisers, charitable balls, and A-list parties back in Denver—her press badge had unlocked a ton of doors over the past few years—but tonight’s bash exceeded the opulence of those extravaganzas by far.
The Wilde Mansion was decked out like a fairy tale with extraordinary decorations of ice sculptures, wispy fabrics, soft candlelight, and other lavish delights throughout every room. A live band provided the music here in the large ballroom where people were dancing their toes off. The songs were being piped throughout all the mansion’s rooms and grounds by a state-of-the-art sound system. Servers in crisp white shirts, black pants, and bow ties were weaving in and out of the crowd, keeping all the glasses filled.
The very air in the place was thick with wonderful scents of colorful roses, amazing aromas of delicious food, and the pleasing perfume of an approaching autumn rain.
The typical Western wear of the males of Wilde was noticeably absent, replaced by tuxedos, heightening the special sense of the evening.
The women wore classic evening gowns that sparkled in the perfect lighting of the mansion.
What a blowout.
Mac glanced down at her own dress. The one-shoulder gown was a lovely shade of lavender. The fabric was soft. She couldn’t stop touching the sides of it with her fingertips. She’d borrowed the garment from Jessie, since she hadn’t brought her one and only evening gown with her from Denver. There certainly had been prestige in being an investigative reporter for her, though the pay was lacking. Unlike that peach dress that looked more like a bridesmaid’s castaway, this gown was sexy and draped Mac’s curves nicely, and by the glances of the unattached males around the room, they were noticing.
“Looks like you have a ton of admirers,” Charly said, as if reading her mind.
“I don’t know about that,” she feigned, feeling heat in her cheeks.
Jessie laughed. “Open your eyes, girl. They’re all over the place.”
“Whatever.” She suddenly felt uncomfortable and exposed. “Maybe I should be leaving.”
“Forgive me, Mac. No more teasing.” Charly held up her glass to her and Jessie. “A toast. To the three toughest women in Wilde, and all of them outsiders.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Jessie slammed down the remaining liquid in her glass.
“Me, too.” Mac took a long sip on her drink, knowing her head would remind her tomorrow of her foolishness but needing the tequila to calm her nerves.
The whole town had learned from these two loose-lipped cousins how cool she’d acted during the whole incident at the diner when the serial killer, Charly’s biological brother, had suddenly appeared with gun in hand. Cool on the outside, maybe, but a total mess on the inside, definitely.
“Excuse us, ladies,” Seth Strong, one of Charly’s fiancés, said. He had piercing pale blue eyes that paired beautifully with his wavy wheat-colored hair.
Mac’s own blonde hair never looked quite that good. Keeping it in a ponytail made sense, especially at the diner. The twists she’d forced into her mop with the curling iron before coming to the bachelorette party were nearly all gone.
“Hey, honey.” Charly leaned into Seth.
He kissed her fully on the mouth. The men of Wilde never held back their expressions of affection in public. PDA was quite normal here and even expected. Though not fully at ease with such intimate exhibitions, she wasn’t shocked by them anymore. If ever allowed to enter Austin’s club, she would need to keep her inexperience and surprise from showing on her face. Though she’d learned some of what went on inside its walls, her imagination and curiosity about the club stimulated her thoughts to a point that was of late disturbing her sleep.
Seth released Charly’s lips but kept her close. “My brothers and I would like a moment with our girl.”
With reddened cheeks, Charly glanced at Seth and then at her. “Don’t go anywhere. Promise?”
Mac nodded.
“You make sure she doesn’t,” Charly instructed Jessie.
“I will tie her to a chair if need be.”
“That won’t be necessary,” she told the cousins.
“I wouldn’t doubt that you might actually like it as much as my girl,” Seth said.
“Monster.” Charly hit his chest and smiled.
“Your monster, my love. Let’s go.”
She watched Charly be led away by Seth to the other five Strong cowboys the woman was also engaged to. It was so clear that Charly was happy, deliriously happy. What did that feel like?
“All the men in this town are Neanderthals if you ask me. Even mine.” Jessie pointed to her husbands, who numbered five in total, standing in the corner only ten steps away. The Wilde brothers. Only the eldest of them gave her the creeps. No wonder since Austin Wilde was the reason she was in Northern Nevada in the first place. “What do you think of my situation, Mac?”
She wasn’t about to cast dispersions on Jessie’s untraditional lifestyle. “I think it’s nice.” Wilde was a place like no other. What would it have been like growing up here? Feeling accepted? Normal?
Jessie sighed. “You don’t think Charly and I are crazy for taking on so many men? I sometimes think I’m completely nuts.”
“You’re not nuts, Mrs. Wilde. You’re in love.”
“What about you? Maybe not love, but definitely interested in learning more about a
couple of men in this town, right?” Jessie asked pointedly.
The woman was dangerously close to the truth. “What do you mean?”
“I see how Wyatt and Wade look at you. I’m not the only one. Everyone can see it in their eyes and in yours.”
She sighed, realizing her cover hadn’t been blown. Not yet, anyway, even if her daydreams’ foolish distractions had been. “I’m happy for you, Jess, but that kind of life isn’t for me.”
She knew the poly life too well. Two women had been living with her grandfather when her mother had died. Being hers and her brother’s only living relative, Pappy became their guardian and brought them to his home.
She loved her grandfather. She even loved Doris and May, his better halves. The two women weren’t blood relations, as Mac’s grandmother had been gone for some time, but they were sweet and loving. Pappy was amazing, kind, and terrific with her and Trent, but his unconventional ways came with a price.
At a very young age, Mac had seen the glances of judgment and pity from the more conservative adults back home. Growing up in Pappy Harold’s house, she and her brother had endured much from the citizens of their neighborhood in Denver.
Her throat tightened as the memories of her childhood reminded Mac of her mission.
She turned her head to the man that might be the key to finding her brother. Her heart stopped when she realized Austin was staring back at her. Maybe her cover had been blown.
Jess exhaled a sweet sigh. “I love my guys, but I’ve got to keep them on their toes. It’s quite a job.”
Austin turned his attention to one of the other brothers, and Mac felt her insides settle back down.