Page 11 of Wyatt & Weston
“Don’t touch my wife,” my oldest brother Marshall grumbles from his spot at the table.
“Afraid I’m going to steal her away?” I ask, wiggling my brows.
“Stop it.” Sophia laughs. “You're only going to wind him up.”
“That's the point.” I give her a wink.
“So, where have you boys been?” my little sister, Hadley asks, giving me a knowing look when she steps into the kitchen.
“Showing Emma around,” Wyatt says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink. He flicks the water at me with a grin as I step up to take my turn.
“Asshole.” I chuckle.
“Boys,” Dad says in a stern voice as he takes his seat.
“What?” Wyatt asks, taking a seat next to him.
“I told you to stay away from her.”
“Dad, she’s a guest. She’s paid good money to get the whole ranch experience.” I grin, not looking at him as I pile my plate. Then I pull out an empty chair and take my seat. “And we plan on making sure we do just that.” I grin at Wyatt who tries to smother his smile as he takes a bite of his chicken.
“She’s married.” My little brother, Carson, points his fork at me and glares.
“For now.” I shrug, taking a bite of my mashed potatoes.
“Do you two really have no shame?” Hadley sighs, shaking her head.
I look at Wyatt and then back to her. “No,” we say at the same time.
Sophia laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two interested in a girl like this one. The closest I’ve seen is at the bar when you partially dry hump them then take them … well, I don’t really know where you take them after that.” Her brows furrow.
Marshall groans as me and Wyatt grin at each other. “Please, don’t ask. Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”
He means the cabin way back on the edge of the property. It’s still in decent shape, but not up to code to house anyone. It’s good enough for a good fuck and that’s about it. It’s clean, there’s a bed and bathroom. It’s not like we’re animals.
“So, she’s married, but you like her anyways?” Sophia asks.
“Yup.” I nod. “At least what I’ve seen so far.” And I’m excited to get to know more.
“What about you?” she asks Wyatt.
“I like her too.” He shrugs.
“So, what does that mean?” Sophia asks. “How do you pick who gets her?”
“No one should be getting her,” Dad grumbles. “What part of the girl is married, does no one understand?” He sighs, done with us.
“Dad. She’s getting a divorce. She told him that herself and mentioned it to us more than once today.”
Hadley laughs at what Sophia said. “Ah, babe, this is Weston and Wyatt we’re talking about. They do everything together.”
Sophia’s brows jump and her cheeks pink. “I mean, I know you’ve shared girls before, but even girlfriends? Are you going to spend the rest of your life with the same person?”
Wyatt and I look at one another and nod. “Yeah,” we say at the same time.
“We’re like, two bodies of the same person,” Wyatt says. “It just feels right. Sure, if we each fell hard for separate people, we would respect that, and be happy for one another. But we always said if we ended up falling for the same girl, we would share. It’s not worth hurting the other person and risking our bond.”
“Wow,” Sophia says. “That's oddly sweet.”
