Page 43 of Wyatt & Weston
I’m just hoping that she’s enjoying herself enough to second guess leaving at the end of these two weeks, which are up in a few days. The idea of her going back home makes me fucking depressed.
She hasn’t brought it up yet, and we haven’t mentioned it in fear of getting our hearts broken.
We’ve fallen hard and fast, and all we can do is wait to see what she does with our hearts.
“I swear to god, if the guys in this damn place don’t stop drooling over our girl, I’m going to end up in county jail,” Wyatt mutters, taking a seat down on the stool next to me.
I’m still a sour asshole about Wyatt spending time alone with Emma. Not jealous of the fact, just that I want that time alone with her too.
We’ve always shared our girls, and it’s worked for us thus far. But Emma is different. She’s important enough to want something together and separate from me and my brother.
Because the fact is, we are two different people. It just didn’t matter because none of the women we’ve been with have ever been important enough to really get to know, or to spend time with. Crazy enough, this is our first real relationship and we’re technically not even in one.
Wyatt sighs. “You're not still pissy about last night, are you? You seemed like you were alright with the idea.”
“I’m not.” I take a swig of my beer. “I don’t care that you had time with Emma alone. I just want mine too. She could be leaving in a few days you know?”
Wyatt’s face drops then looks out to watch Emma.
“Don’t remind me,” he mutters and takes a drink of his own beer. “Tomorrow, do something with her. Just the two of you. I know she would want that. You’ve seen the way she’s been watching you all morning during chores.”
He’s not wrong. It’s like we’ve been eye fucking each other all day.
It’s taking everything in me not to go steal her away for a dance, but the girls said they wanted her for the night for agirls’ night.
The thing about our family is, even if you're not here with your partner, you are. Marshall is sitting on my other side, watching his girl just as intensely as we’re watching ours.
“I agree,” Marshall says. “From the way she was moaning your names in that tent the other night, she’s into both of you.”
I shoot my brother a grin. “Trying to embarrass us?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Well, you two sure as fuck loved to do it when me and Sophia first got together.”
“Dude.” Wyatt laughs. “You two didn’t make it very hard. You guys kept fucking in places that would get you caught.”
“Whatever,” Marshall mutters.
“And you still do,” I point out. Just the other day I had to redirect Emma back down from the hay loft because I walked in on my big brother balls deep into his wife.
“I’m not going to apologize for having an adventurous sex life.”
“I didn’t say you had to. It’s not like we’re against it.” I grin.
“Do I wanna know?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Don’t worry, nothing scandalous like you. We still haven’t fucked her up against the side of the house while the whole family was inside.” Wyatt chuckles.
“Yet.” I wink.
The girls dance for the next hour. Emma comes over, all out of breath and a little sweaty. She looks so damn hot right now.
“I’m done,” she breathes, stepping between my open legs. She leans back against me and I smile, wrapping my arms around her. I shoot my brother a look. He winks, tips his hat at me and offers to take Hadley home. I just got the green light from my brother to spend some alone time with her.
But Emma’s been drinking tonight, so I don’t think anything sexual will be happening tonight. And I don’t care, I just want to be with her. Even if that's just sleeping in the same bed, with her wrapped in my arms.
“Where are they going?” Emma asks with a pout.
Chuckling, I kiss the side of her neck, loving the way she sucks in a breath. “Home. And I’m going to take you back to your cabin.”
