Page 22 of Wyatt & Weston
“You didn’t say anything about mountain lions before.” I raise a brow at him.
“Don’t change the subject, Emma. Why did you bolt, and why are you walking home?”
I shift uncomfortably, the weight of their attention making it harder to keep up the facade. But I’m not ready to lay all my cards on the table. Not yet. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, to find another plausible excuse. But the look in their eyes tells me they’re not going to let this go easily. They care, and that’s both comforting and terrifying.
I growl, stomping my foot in the gravel. "Fine! I can't breathe when I'm around you. My skin feels like it's constantly on fire, my heart races, and I feel things that I shouldn't be feeling."
Wyatt chuckles and steps closer. "Oh, really? We get you all worked up, Hellcat?"
"It's not funny, Wyatt. I'm married."
"Almost divorced," he interrupts, his eyes twinkling.
"It's not that simple or fast, and you know it. You're not stupid. I'm a married, fucking rich city girl who is only here for what... twelve more days? I should be figuring out my next steps, and deciding what I'm going to do when I go back home. Instead,every moment I'm not enjoying the ranch, I'm thinking about you two."
"You flatter us, Red," Weston purrs, stepping closer as well, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Let us drive you back. We'll try to keep the sex appeal to a minimum. But let us make sure you get home safe."
I contemplate his words for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. The temptation to lean on them, to let them take care of me, is almost overwhelming.
I sigh, finally giving in. "Fine."
Just like that, Wyatt swoops me up in his arms, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me back the way I just came.
"I can walk, you neanderthal!" I protest, half-heartedly pounding on his back.
"Don't care," Wyatt says, his tone playful. His strong arms hold me securely, and despite my protests, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement. As he carries me back, the steady rhythm of his steps and the warmth of his body against mine make it impossible to ignore the magnetic pull I feel toward him—and Weston.
The truck rumbles along the gravel road, the headlights cutting through the darkness. I sit in the backseat, forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window.
My mind replays everything that happened, every thought, every moment of indecision. I’ve only got two weeks here, so why not live it up? I’m going home to a mess, to Greg and allthe baggage that comes with him and the divorce. Why not enjoy myself while I can?
I decide, right then and there, that I’m going to let loose. If Wyatt and Weston want to have a little fun, why shouldn’t I? I’m an adult, they’re adults. People have friends with benefits all the time—why can’t I have cowboys with benefits?
We pull up to the ranch, Wyatt kills the engine, and Weston jumps out first and opens my door, extending his hand. I take it, his grip is strong and steady, and he helps me down from the truck.
“Thanks for bringing me back,” I say, slipping off my shoes once we’re inside the cabin.
“You’re welcome,” Wyatt replies, his smirk turning playful. “But I’d like to know more about this heart-racing, skin-on-fire thing.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “You two are hot as hell and you know it. Don’t get cocky.”
Weston chuckles from behind me. “You’re a fucking stunner yourself, Red.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks. “So you feel it too?”
Wyatt steps closer, his eyes darkening with desire. “The wanting to bend you over, fuck your pretty pussy and worship the ground you walk on every time we see you? Yep.”
My breath hitches. “Hadley says you share.”
“We do,” Wyatt confirms, his pupils blown with desire that has my panties dampening.
“I’ve never done that,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
Wyatt’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “We’ll take it easy on you, Hellcat. Just say the word.”
I look between them, their faces a mix of hunger and tenderness. My heart races, skin prickling with anticipation.This is my chance to let go, to live a little before facing the storm that waits for me back home.
I take a deep breath, and my decision is made. “Word.”
