Page 28 of Wyatt & Weston
Something else is up.
“Hellcat, you alright?” I ask, glancing at her.
She sighs. “Seeing Greg just brought everything crashing back. I’m still married. And... this, with you two, isn’t real. It isn’t more than some fun ranch fling that has to end eventually.”
Weston reaches over and grabs her hand. “This is very real. We are very real. What we feel about you is very real.”
“You barely know me,” she breathes.
“We know enough,” he replies.
Emma looks at him. “Then why did you make me cum and leave last night? Like I was some sort of cheap whore? And again at the diner? Sophia interrupted, but I’d bet money you’d make me see stars and then dip out.”
“First, you are not a cheap whore. If you were, wouldn’t we have been the ones to get off and then leave you?” Weston tries to tease and looks at her briefly before returning his gaze to the road.
“I guess.” She rolls her eyes. “But still. Why leave?”
I chuckle. “My brother just told you this was very real for us. We don’t want you to think that all you are is some buckle bunny.”
“Buckle bunny?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I explain. “A woman who we mess around with because we know they’re chasing the cowboy dream. The status and life we have as cowboys. You’re not the same.”
She doesn’t respond right away, just looks out the window, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on her thigh. I wish I could explain to her how drawn to her we are. But it doesn’t make sense to me, let alone trying to explain it to someone else.
I’m done for.
Some might call me crazy, but this is my woman. There’s no way in hell I can let her walk away after two weeks. I’ve never been one for feelings though so how do I tell her that?
“Red, walking out of your cabin last night was one of the hardest things I think either of us has done. But you said you’ve never been with two men, and we don’t wanna hurt you,” my brother explains.
I remember the way she looked last night. The way her eyes were black with desire, the way her chest rose and fell. The memory of her taste, her scent, it’s all still fresh in my mind. Leaving her felt like going against every instinct I had.
“Do you know how hard it was to walk away?” he adds, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “We wanted to stay. Every day dropping you off at that cabin and not going inside and ravaging you is torture.”
She finally looks at me, her eyes filled with doubt and curiosity. “Then why didn’t you?”
“Because we respect you, Emma,” I tell her. “We didn’t want to rush you into something you weren’t ready for. We care about you too much for that.”
“Well, next time tell a girl,” she huffs. “You had me thinking my pussy was bad or something.”
I laugh. “Oh, quite the opposite, Hellcat. I wanted to impale you on my cock and never leave.”
She blushes deeply, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of red. It’s a relief to see her smile again, even if just a little.
“We’re here,” Weston announces as the truck comes to a stop.
The sight of the natural spring-fed waterfall never gets old. The water cascades down the rocks, sparkling in the sunlight, creating a soothing sound as it splashes into the clear pool below. Emma’s eyes widen in awe as she steps out of the truck, her phone already in hand to capture the beauty.
God, she's beautiful.
I’ve seen plenty of breathtaking sights in my life, but none compare to the woman standing before me.
“This is amazing,” she breathes, snapping picture after picture.
As she takes it all in, Weston and I set up the bed of the truck with blankets and pillows, laying out the food we brought.
When we’re done setting up, I walk over to her, standing close enough that her ass is pressed against my cock.
