Page 15 of Wyatt & Weston
“What’s next?” she asks, turning to us with curiosity.
“We have to clean their barn so it’s ready for when they come back this fall ,” I explain.
“Oh, okay. Cleaning isn’t bad. I can do that,” she says confidently.
“They mean scooping shit, babe,” Hadley calls from the tractor.
“Wait, what?” Emma’s eyes widen.
“We have to shovel the manure from the pen into the spreader and then spread it on the field,” Weston says with a grin.
“Oh,” she says, her excitement dimming a bit.
“Let’s go, country girl,” I say, nudging her playfully. I’m impressed that she's still game. This isn’t glamorous work by any means.
We ride back to the barn and grab our tools. Weston and I demonstrate how to properly shovel the manure, and Emma watches closely, her eyes lingering on us. She grimaces as she scoops the first pile, but she doesn’t complain.
“Not so bad, right?” I ask, stepping close behind her, my breath warm against her neck “It’s all part of the experience.”
“It’s...an experience,” she says, wrinkling her nose.
There’s something about watching her stepping out of her comfort zone and taking on the part of our daily lives that makes me want her even more. The tension between us is obvious; each glance, each brush of our hands igniting my desire for her even more.
“You’re doing great, Red,” Weston says, his voice low and smooth, his eyes hooded with lust. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d handle it so well.”
She flashes him a cocky smile. “You two aren’t the only ones who can get down and dirty.”
My cock begins to harden at her words, and I can’t resist leaning in closer, my lips almost brushing her ear. “I like a woman who’s not afraid to get a little dirty.”
Emma shivers, her breath hitching, and for a moment, I contemplate pushing her against the barn wall and tasting her sassy lips.
All I can think about is her—how much I want her, how much I need her.
By the time we finish, I’m aching to get my hands on her, to see where this undeniable chemistry can take us.
We head to the main house, where Sophia and Hadley are already there with little Josie. As we walk in, Sophia’s eyes light up, and she greets us with a warm smile.
“Hey there.” Pointing toward the table piled high with sandwiches and chips, she announces, “Lunch is ready.”
Emma’s eyes light up when she sees Josie. “Can I hold her?”
Sophia hands the baby over, and Emma bounces her gently on her hip.
“Aren’t you just a doll,” she coos.
I look at my twin and I know we’re thinking the same thing. Hellcat looks good holding a baby.
“Thank you,” Sophia says with a smile.
We sit down to eat, and the conversation flows easily. Emma fits right in, laughing at our jokes and joining in the teasing.
After lunch, Weston turns to Emma. “Hey, how about we take you out tonight? There’s a local bar, the Copper Kitten. Thought you might like to see what the nightlife around here is like.”
Emma grins. “I’d love that.”
“Sophia, Hadley, can you help her get ready? Prepare her for what the local bar is like?” he asks.
“You assholes didn’t do that for me.” Sophia grins.
