Page 7 of Wyatt & Weston
“Sure, sure.” I wink, turn on my heel, and take off back to my Red.
“Alright. Got the key.” I dangle them in the air. “By the way I’m Weston and this is my twin Wyatt. And you my lady are now in our very capable hands.”
“I got this.” Wyatt grabs one of her bags.
“And I got this one.” I grab the other.
“What about those?” Wyatt asks, looking down at dick head's bags.
Emma looks down at them and sighs. “I’m going to have to get them back to him somehow. But I really don’t want to deal with him right now.”
“Leave them. We’ll come back for them. Give us a number, and we can call him. If he’s still in town, we will bring them to him.”
“Thanks. But you don’t have to do that.” She looks tired. I hate that she must have come here excited but ended her day upset.
“It’s really no trouble,” Wyatt insists.
We start walking toward the cabins. Emma hangs back a bit, on the phone again. But this time she seems a little more calm, so I don’t think she’s talking to her dad.
“So,” Wyatt says.
“So.” I shoot him a look.
“What are we going to do about her?”
“What do you mean?” I ask him, but I’m not stupid. “Dad said we gotta be good boys and keep it in our pants.” I can’t hold back the grin any longer. It’s not like we’re horny dogs waiting to pounce on this poor girl, but knowing me and my brother, we’ve already found ourselves growing to like this girl. There’s no wayshe can spend two weeks here and we stay away. I at least want to get to know her a little better, and I know Wyatt does too.
“Oh, that sad old man.” Wyatt barks out a laugh. “He should know better by now.”
That he should.
We get to the cabin and I unlock the door. My brother and I bring her bags in, Emma tagging along behind us.
“Thank you again so much,” she tells us as she moves to take a seat on the couch in the little living room. We move over to stand in front of her. She tilts her head back to look at us. “I’m sorry I caused a scene. Normally, I don’t lose my cool like that but god,” she sighs, shaking her head. “I can’t believe that asshole would do that.” She snorts out a laugh. “I’m not surprised at all. I bet that's why he loves London so much.”
“London?” Wyatt asks, brows furrowed.
“Never mind.” She waves him off. “The last thing I wanted to do was deal with something like this. How am I going to enjoy this trip now?”
“How about this? You take the night, do what you can and tomorrow, we will come and get you. Call us your official Wild Thorn Ranch guides,” I tell her.
“Yeah, we will make sure you’re guaranteed to have a good time.” He smiles.
She bites her lower lip and fuck, my cock twitches.
Down boy. We can look, but can’t touch.
For now.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that. You’ve already done so much.”
“Trust me,” I tell her. “It’s no trouble. Honestly, we’ve been looking for a little bit more excitement around here.” I give her a playful grin. “And I think you might be it.”
She smiles and god, it feels like I won the damn lottery.
“Alright. Yeah, I could use some fun. Tomorrow then. Noon? I am not a morning person.”
“Oh, Sugar.” Wyatt chuckles. “We’re gonna have to change that if you're gonna be living on a ranch.”
