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“Like what?” she asks.
“Like fuck one of your brothers.”
“Oh, honey.” She laughs. “If you’re going to fuck one, you gotta fuck both. They don’t do anything alone.”
My cheeks are flaming now. Because yeah, I don’t think I’d be able to pick just one. I want them both. And bad.
“Babe. You’ve been living for everyone but yourself. You seem like a good person, Emma. You deserve to do something for yourself. Even if it’s letting loose and having some fun. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”
I bite my lip and look out to the dance floor. The guys have moved back toward the wall, leaning against it, watching me with hungry gazes that do nothing to help.
I’m not ready for this. It’s too much, too fast.
“I’m going to take a walk.” I pay for my drink, quickly down it, and head for the door.
What was I thinking? This isn’t who I am. This isn’t like me.
But what if it could be?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The cool night air hits me like a splash of ice cold water, making me shiver. I wrap my arms around myself and blow out a breath. I just need to cool off and gather my thoughts. Wyatt and Weston have my mind spinning, I feel like I'm on a damn tilt-a-whirl.
They're not just sexy and flirty; they’re magnetic, drawing me in with every glance, every teasing smile. The way my heart races when they’re near is insane. I haven’t felt this alive in years. But then reality crashes in, a cold, hard truth that’s impossible to ignore.
I'm married. The divorce is happening, and lord knows Greg and I just separated, but Iammarried. And while I’m no blushing virgin, I’ve been shackled to Greg for way too long. The thought of jumping into someone else's bed feels reckless, like stepping off a cliff without knowing how far the drop is.
My steps crunch on the gravel road as I start the walk back to Wild Thorn. The night is quiet, the only sounds are the distant mooing of cattle and the rustle of trees in the breeze. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp air, hoping it will clear my head. And with how they feed us at the ranch, I could use the steps to work off the calories.
Pulling out my phone, making sure I’m headed in the right direction since I was too busy chatting with Hadley to pay attention to the road.
“You will arrive at your destination in twenty-seven minutes,” the robotic voice of my phone’s map tells me.
“Well, plenty of time to get all thoughts of Wyatt and Weston out of my head,” I huff.
No sooner do the words leave my mouth that their faces fill my mind. Strong jawlines with high cheekbones make their striking blue eyes stand out. Light brown hair that peeks out from under the ball caps they both have on every time I see them.
They’re the epitome of sex on legs and I need to figure out how to stop myself from having all these thoughts and images of them in my head.
“Emma!”
I hear my name being shouted, and my heart leaps into my throat. I quicken my pace. Talking to them won’t help the situation I'm in. But they’re relentless.
“Emma, wait up!”
I glance over my shoulder and see their figures gaining on me, their long strides closing the distance effortlessly.
"Whoa there, Hellcat. Where are you off to?" Wyatt’s voice is smooth and teasing, but there’s a genuine concern in his eyes that makes my heart skip a beat.
"Yeah, Red. You're walking like you're days late to a barn fire," Weston adds, his grin as mischievous as ever.
I stop, unable to outrun them and out of breath from my hurried pace. I just needed to escape, clear my head, and find some semblance of control. But here they are, standing in front of me, their presence as consuming as ever.
"I... I felt sick," I lie, my voice shaky but steady enough to sound convincing. "I must have drunk something that didn'tagree with me. I've never had much besides champagne and cosmos. I'll be better after I rest." The lie rolls off my tongue easily, but their skeptical expressions tell me they’re not buying it.
"Bullshit," Weston replies, his tone blunt. "If you were sick, you'd want to get back to the ranch quickly. You'd have Hadley or Sophia... hell, even Marshall take you home."
Wyatt crosses his arms, giving me a scrutinizing look. "He has a point, Hellcat. Or you'd puke while someone held your hair. So tell us what has you willing to walk home in the middle of the night and risk getting eaten by a mountain lion."
