Page 26 of Wyatt & Weston
“Ouch,” groans Wyatt. “I thought you loved us.”
“I do.” Sophia grins. “You know I do.”
We do, and we love her too. She’s had a pretty shitty start in life. Losing her parents, then having a foster dad who was a total fucking creep. Glad that asshole can't hurt her anymore.
“Except for last night they’ve been nothing but gentlemen,” Emma answers.
Sophia snorts, “Now that, I don’t believe.”
“Again, ouch,” I gasp, putting my hand to my heart. “My big brother’s cruelty is rubbing off on you.”
“What do you big babies want?” She laughs, grabbing her notepad.
“I’ll have the cheddar and beef sandwich with a side of fries,” I answer.
“Same,” Wyatt says.
“What about you, babe?” Sophia asks her.
Emma bites her lower lip as she looks up on the menu board. “I don’t know. Everything looks so good.”
“If I had to recommend something, grilled cheese with chives is amazing. Add bacon bits, even better.”
“Sold.” Emma grins. “But I’ll do a side of fruit.”
“Coming right up. That should be around five minutes. You came just after the rush, so good timing.”
“Let’s go grab a booth and wait,” Wyatt suggests.
“This place is so cute,” Emma says as she takes in the room around us.
“It is. Our aunt owns the place,” Wyatt says.
“Really?” Emma asks.
“Yup, that means free food.” I wink.
“Oh.” Emma blinks a few times. “No, I can pay.”
“Emma.” I laugh, sliding into the booth and pulling her in next to me. “Relax. It’s fine. Honestly, she would be offended if we tried to pay.”
“Are you sure?”
“He’s sure,” Wyatt says, sliding in next so Emma is trapped between us.
Emma places her hands on the table, phone in hand. “I’m just going to answer some emails while we wait, if you don’t mind.” Her breathing has picked up and she sounds a little breathy right then. I give my brother a smirk and he grins back. Our little spit fire seems to be affected by us.
“Not at all,” Wyatt says, pulling his own phone out. I do the same, but keep my free hand on my thigh.
After a few moments, I move it to hers. The sudden intake of breath has my blood pumping.
Eyes glued to my phone, I slowly inch my hand up her thigh. She lets out a small sound as she shifts in her seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my brother's arm move as I continue my way up her soft sensitive thigh, our hands meet at Emma’s core.
My eyes dart over to him and we both try not to laugh. He moves his hand back down to her thigh, giving it a squeeze.
Emma is trying so hard to focus on her phone, acting as if we're not touching her.
I wonder if I can get her to break.
