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“Why do I find that hard to believe,” he sighs.
I don’t blame him. Because something about that girl makes us want to throw caution to the wind. And that might end up coming back to bite us in the ass.
CHAPTER FIVE
As the morning light rises in the sky, Weston and I slide on our boots in preparation for another hectic day on the ranch. We were supposed to do some maintenance on the horse barn but we came up with a better idea. Emma mentioned wanting to dive deeper into ‘country life,’ so today we’re making that happen. Grabbing the thermoses I filled with coffee, we climb into the UTV, and head off on the path that leads us to Emma’s cabin.
I’m hoping she takes her coffee with some cream and sugar because I wanted to do something nice for her, but for all I know, she could be a fancy cappuccino drinker.
There’s something about the woman that has me craving her in a way that I’ve never experienced before. She’s different from anyone I’ve ever met. It’s not just her fiery red hair or those green eyes that seem to see right through me. It’s her spirit, her fiery temper, and that sassy ass mouth.
As we pull up in front of the cabin, I notice all the lights are off and it’s quiet inside. I hop out and knock on the door, the sound of my knuckles hitting the wood echoing in the silence of the early morning air.
No answer.
I knock again this time louder. “Emma! It’s Wyatt. You in there?”
The light flicks on inside and I hear movement, the door opens just a crack. Emma peeks her head out, hair messy and her eyes are still sleepy.
“I slept through the alarm,” she says groggily before wiping the sleep from her eyes.
“That’s alright.” I chuckle. “We can wait. We brought coffee.” I hold one of the thermoses out to her.
She smiles and I swear the sight goes straight to my cock as he twitches against my blue jeans.
“Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready,” she tells us and shuts the door. But before she can turn the lock, I push it open and walk in, my brother on my heels.
“You can’t just come in here!” she yells, but there’s no real anger in her tone.
“I think we can since we did, Hellcat,” I tease and her eyes narrow briefly before she sighs.
She looks even sexier when she’s annoyed.
“I need to change!” She glares at us.
I take a seat on her bed while Weston leans against the door.
“I wouldn’t mind you wearing this little number to do chores, would you brother?” I give her a sly grin, and look her up and down, taking in her oversized t-shirt and panties.
She looks absolutely irresistible, comfortable, and sexy in a way that makes my pulse race. The way her oversized t-shirt clings to her curves and her panties reveal just enough to make me imagine more.
She looks like she belongs here—and like she could belong to me. The only problem is she should be wearing one of mine or Weston’s shirts.
“Nope. In fact, I vote it’s the uniform,” Weston agrees with a smirk.
“You two are insane,” she huffs, trying to hide a smile. “I’ll be right back.”
As she disappears into the bathroom, I can’t help but think about how good she’d look between me and my twin, a little Hellcat sandwich.
Ten minutes later, she emerges in jeans, a green t-shirt, and her hair somewhat tamed into a messy bun.
“Alright, let’s do this,” she says with a bright smile. “What is it we’re doing?”
“We’re moving the goats to the pasture for the season. Thought you’d like to help,” I explain.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she squeals, clapping her hands together.
I shake my head, chuckling at her reaction.
