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Wyatt’s eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and delight. Before I can react, Weston’s arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me backward against his chiseled chest until we sit on the bed.
Wyatt prowls toward us. My heart races with a mix of excitement and nerves.
As Weston scoots backward so that my feet are on the bed, Wyatt leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “We’re going to take good care of you, Hellcat.”
I close my eyes, letting their words and touches wash over me. For the first time in a long while, I feel free. Tonight, I’m not the woman tangled in a messy arranged marriage that’s ending in divorce; I’m just Emma, ready to embrace whatever these two cowboys have to offer.
Weston’s hand trails slowly down my side, fingertips brushing lightly against my skin. He tugs at the hem of my dress, lifting it just enough to reveal the string bikini panties I chose for tonight. I feel a flush of heat spread across my face and neck
Wyatt drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, his gaze intense as he gently grabs each of my ankles. He positions my legs, spreading them open. He looks up at me, biting his bottom lip, and I can't help but quiver under the intensity of his stare. I close my eyes, letting out a slow, shuddering breath as the anticipation builds.
His large calloused hand comes up and pulls my panties to the side, exposing me to him and my breath hitches. He makes eye contact with me briefly before he leans in and swipes his tongue through my folds.
"Fuck," I moan.
He doesn't stop, his tongue laps up and down, side to side, and swirls in circles as he devours me. His strokes are firm and fucking delicious.
"Oh, god. Oh, god," I cry.
"You like that Red? You like my twin eating that perfect pussy while I hold you still?" Weston whispers his lips just barely caressing my ear as he palms one of my breasts.
"Yes!" Greg sure as hell has never made me feel this good, and he’s only using his mouth.
I can feel my body barreling like a freight train toward an orgasm and just as I’m about to reach my high Wyatt's mouth disappears.
"No," I whine in frustration.
"Yes." He smiles and kisses my thighs as my high fades.
I'm about to get pissed off as hell and give them a piece of my mind for playing games with me when rough fingers glide over my little nub causing me to whimper.
"My brother can't have all the fun," Weston murmurs.
His tough fingers fly back and forth over my bundle of nerves, stroking me like a fine-tuned guitar and once again, my orgasm approaches. I lean my head back against his shoulder
"Yes. Yes. God, right there, yes," I pant. God, their hands feel so damn good. Each caress setting my skin on fire.
I'm surprised when I feel the softness of Wyatt's tongue prodding at my entrance but not entering. He's feasting on my clit and running his tongue over my hole as his brother’s fingers play with me and it's too much. My toes curl as I lift off the bed, their combined efforts sending waves of pleasure crashing over me
"Fuuuck. Yes," I cry as my body comes alive with pleasure.
When I finally come down from my high, the aftershocks are gentle but persistent, leaving me satisfied.
I look at them with a smile, and fire in my eyes, ready to return the favor.
Wyatt and Weston exchange a shared glance as they stand, their smiles lingering as they stare at me on the bed. They lean in to plant soft, lingering kisses on my lips. Almost as fast as they made me cum, they turn on their heels and walk out of the cabin. I sit there for a moment, stunned, the echoes of their laughter and footsteps still ringing in my ears. My mind races, trying to piece together what just happened. The room feels too quiet, too still. What did I miss? Did I somehow get this all wrong?
I shake my head, in complete shock, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Getting up, I head to the bathroom and clean up before changing into a simple, comfortable set of pajamas. Shutting off the light, I leave the bathroom and move to the cabin door, locking it. As I slide between the cool, crisp sheets of the bed, the chill against my skin is soothing.
Questions whirl in my mind like a storm. Why didn’t they want anything in return? Did they just leave without a word because they were done, or was it something else entirely? My thoughts tangle together, a mess of doubt and confusion.
A creeping sense of regret begins to seep in. Maybe this was a terrible idea. Maybe I fucked up, thought this would be different, more meaningful. The disappointment tightens in my chest, a sharp pang of self-doubt. What if I misread their intentions completely? What if this was all just a fleeting moment for them, and now they’re gone, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions?
I close my eyes, and turn onto my side, curling up in the sheets. Exhaustion pulls at me, making it hard to stay awake. I give in to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will bring some answers and clear up this confusing mess.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Ifeel like my balls are going to explode,” I grumble, adjusting myself as we walk away from Emma’s cabin. “Why are we leaving again?” I shoot my brother a look.
