Page 29 of Wyatt & Weston
“You know,” I whisper, “the waterfall isn’t the only stunning thing around here.”
She spins to face me, lowering the phone. Her cheeks flush a delicate pink, and for a moment, she seems at a loss for words.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls you bring here,” she teases, but I shake my head, a smile on my lips.
“We’ve never brought another soul here. Minus the family, Hellcat. But enough of the mushy gushy. Come.” I grab her hand. “Let us wine and dine you.” I wink before I lead her back to the truck and she stops when she sees the bed.
“A picnic?” Her eyes light up, a small smile playing on her lips.
“A country picnic,” Weston corrects her with a grin. “We’re sitting in the bed of the truck, not the ground, Red.”
We settle in, and the mood lightens as we dig into our sandwiches. Emma takes a bite of her grilled cheese and her eyes close briefly, a soft sigh escaping her lips and making my pulse quicken.
The way she sounds as she cums rushes to the front of my mind and I suppress a groan.
I catch Emma’s gaze, her eyes sparkling.
"Let’s make the most of this beautiful day," she suggests as she finishes her sandwich.
We kick off our boots and roll up our pants, heading toward the spring. I step in first, the icy water sending a shiver up my spine. Emma follows, hesitating a bit before dipping her toes in.
“Holy shit! That’s cold!” she squeals, jumping back.
“It’s a lot better later in the summer, like the end of July or August,” Weston explains. “Then it’s a nice place to take a dip and cool off.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Hopefully, you’ll be here to experience it,” I mumble under my breath.
“I heard that,” Weston nudges me.
“And?”
“I’m hoping for the same thing,” he admits.
“It’s not so bad once you’re used to it,” Emma giggles, not hearing a word that my brother and I just said.
Thankfully.
She takes a few more steps into the cool water, the initial shock wearing off as she adjusts to the chill.
“That’s what she said,” I snort, a cheeky grin spreading across my face.
Emma lets out a laugh, her eyes twinkling. “Pig,” she retorts, splashing me lightly with her foot.
“If we’re throwing around animal names, I wanna be a goat,” Weston says with a devilish look in his eye. “That way I get the best treatment.”
He scoops Emma up with ease and spins her around. Her laughter rings out, echoing off the rocks. The sound has me hardening in my jeans.
I can’t help but let a wicked grin spread across my face as an idea forms. “Let’s play a game.”
Emma raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Alright. What game?”
“Truth or dare,” I say, biting my bottom lip. “Are you up for it?”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “I’m game.”
Weston gently sets Emma back on her feet, his hands lingering on her waist just a moment longer than necessary.
