Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I pull on my jeans, a flannel shirt Hadley dropped off for me, and my boots, hoping that they don't hurt my feet like they did the first time I wore them. Today is the cattle drive, and I've been looking forward to it since the twins mentioned it.

When I step out of my cabin, the sky is painted with hues of pink and gold, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon. Wyatt and Weston are already up, of course. It seems the whole family minus Sophia and Josie are always up before the sun, working hard to keep the ranch running smoothly.

"Morning, Hellcat." Wyatt winks.

"Don't you look all country cute, Red." Weston licks his lips, his eyes trailing over my body and I'm brought back to what we did at the waterfall.

My cheeks heat as I climb into the UTV, Wyatt and Weston sit up front, their matching grins widening when they see me sit down. As soon as the door closes, Wyatt revs the engine, and we take off down the gravel path, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust behind us. The wind whips through my hair, as we speed toward the main barn, the crisp air filling my lungs and making me shiver.

When we get down to the barn, Wyatt parks the UTV and together we head inside where the rest of his family is bustling with chatter and energy.

They're saddling up the horses, their movements synchronized in a way that only a group that's done this a millions times before can.

"Morning, Emma!" Hadley calls out, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ready for your first cattle drive?"

I grin, trying to mask the butterflies in my stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be. What do I need to do?" I've been looking forward to this, but the reality of it is starting to set in. What if I make a fool of myself in front of everyone?

Weston steps up beside me, his smile just as charming as his brother's. "First, we'll get you on a horse. At least you've ridden before, that will make this a lot easier."

I shake my head. "Only English though. I might need some help since this is Western." Memories of my English riding lessons flood back, but I've never tackled anything like this.

Wyatt laughs. "No worries, Red. We'll make sure you're good to go. It's all the same just keep your ass in the saddle and none of that fancy postin' shit." He motions for me to follow him to a beautiful chestnut mare. "This here's Daisy. She's gentle and steady, perfect for a first timer."

I run my hand along Daisy's sleek neck, feeling her warmth. Wyatt helps me up into the saddle, his hands firm and reassuring on my waist. Once I'm settled, Weston hands me the reins, his fingers brushing mine.

"Just keep a firm grip and trust Daisy," he advises, his voice low and soothing. "She knows what she's doing."

I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Wyatt and Weston mount their horses, effortlessly swinging up into the saddles. They look so natural, so at ease, it's like they were born to do this. I try to mimic their posture, sitting tall and confident.

"All set?" Wyatt asks, glancing over at me.

"As I'll ever be," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.

He directs his black horse next to mine and leans over so only I can hear him. "If you're a good girl, Daisy won't have to be the only thing you ride on this drive."

I bite my bottom lip, closing my eyes, and try to dim the fire he just lit inside of me. Both of them are such filthy talkers and it seems anything and everything can be turned into a sexual innuendo. They should be cheesy, but I find myself craving them, wanting them to shower me in their dirty remarks.

As we ride the horses out of the barn, Sophia meets us by the fence with Josie in a carrier on her front, her cheeks flushed and breathless.

"I thought I was gonna miss you guys," she says, sounding out of breath.

"You're coming?" I ask, shocked that she's riding a horse with her five-month-old.

"Hell yeah, I am. This is the family event of the season. I wouldn't miss it." She mounts the spotted horse Marshall was leading and takes the reins. "Let's go!"

We start moving, a slow, steady pace as the herd of cattle begins to stir. The mooing of the cows and the clatter of hooves fill the air. I fall into step between Wyatt and Weston, the twins keeping a watchful eye on me.

"So, Emma," Weston begins, a teasing lilt in his voice. "You ready to trade your city life for the country one yet?"

I laugh, feeling more at ease. "It's definitely different from what I'm used to, but I love it. There's something so… freeing about it."

The truth is, being here with them feels more like home than anywhere else I've been.

Wyatt nods in agreement. "It's a hard life, but a good one. Nothing like the open sky and the smell of fresh grass."

We ride in silence for a while, the rhythmic motion of the horse soothing my nerves. The landscape is breathtaking, rolling hills, covered in a blanket of wildflowers. The sun climbs higher, casting a warm glow over everything.

As we drive the herd farther up, the work becomes more intense. The cattle need to be kept in line, nudged forward, and occasionally wrangled back when they stray. Wyatt, Weston, and the family move with practiced ease, their voices carrying over the herd as they give commands and encouragement.

"Emma, watch that one on the left!" Wyatt calls out, pointing to a wandering calf.

I nudge Daisy forward, trying to guide the calf back to the group. It's harder than it looks, but with some patience, I manage to get it back in line.

"Nice job, Red!" Weston praises, riding up beside me. "You've got the hang of it."

I smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks. It's actually kind of fun."

Wyatt grins. "I can't wait to see you ride me like that." He reaches down, adjusts the crotch of his jeans, and I roll my eyes.

The hours pass in a blur of activity. We stop for a quick lunch, dismounting the horses and letting them drink from a nearby stream. As they quench their thirst, we sit on the grass, pulling out sandwiches from our packs.

"So, Emma," Weston says, leaning back on his elbows. "What's the most exciting thing you've ever done?"

I pause, trying to think of something that compares to this. Honestly, nothing I've ever done even comes close to the excitement I'm feeling right now. "Honestly, this might be it. I've never done anything like this before."

Wyatt chuckles. "Well, we're glad to have you with us. You're a natural."

His words make me blush, a warm flush spreading across my cheeks. I can't help but feel a flutter in my chest. There's something about these two that makes me feel alive, like I can do anything.

After lunch, we saddle up again and continue the drive. The terrain becomes steeper as we climb higher, the horses picking their way carefully over rocks and uneven ground.

By late afternoon, we reach the top of the property, a huge pasture with stunning views of the surrounding mountains. The cattle spread out, grazing contentedly.

"We'll set up camp here for the night," Bo announces, dismounting and tying his horse to a nearby tree.

I slide down from Daisy, my legs aching from the long ride. The thought of a break is a relief, but I want to contribute, to be part of the group. "Can I help with anything?"

Weston smiles. "You can help me set up the tents. We'll need a good night's sleep before heading back down tomorrow."

We work together, pitching the tents and unloading supplies. It's a well-rehearsed routine for the twins, and I do my best to keep up. But I've never pitched a tent in my life or camped, unless you count staying at a luxury resort camping.

By the time we're done, the sun has dipped below the horizon, the sky an endless sea of stars.

We sit around the campfire, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows. Weston hands me a cup of coffee, the warmth seeping into my hands.

"This is perfect," I say softly, gazing up at the stars. "I can't believe I almost said no to the invite."

Weston looks over at me, his eyes reflecting the fire. "We're glad you came, Emma. It's been even better with you here."

I feel a lump in my throat at his words, a mixture of pride and something deeper, something I'm not ready to name. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

Wyatt leans over, his shoulder brushing mine. "You're stuck with us now," he teases.

I laugh, feeling a sense of belonging I haven't felt in a long time. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the night wears on, the conversation turns to lighter topics. Carson, Hadley, Marshall, and the twins share stories from their childhood, tales of trouble and adventure that make me laugh until my sides ache. They're so different, yet so alike; six pieces of a whole that make up the heart of the ranch.

"Alright, it's my turn to keep watch," Marshall says, standing and stretching. "The rest of you better get some sleep."

I nod, suddenly feeling tired. "Goodnight, everyone."

Marshall kisses Sophia and a sleeping Josie. "See you in a little bit, Momma. I'll be hungry."

Sophia sighs a breathless little noise and Hadley pretends to gag. "Can you two stop reminding me that not only are you feeding my niece but my brother too? Kinky fucking bastards. I swear."

She gets up and storms to her tent as everyone else starts to laugh like hyenas.

I stare at Sophia, my eyes wide.

"Don't knock it till you try it, babe." She smiles.

I throw my hands up in surrender. "I'm not saying shit. But I am going to bed. Night, everyone." I stand up as everyone says their goodnights to me. I cast a look to the guys quickly before I head toward the tent the twins had me put my sleeping bag in earlier.

I crawl inside, the cool night air filling the space, and pull off my flannel, bra and jeans. Now clad in only a tanktop and my panties, I unzip my sleeping bag and use it as a regular blanket since the guys brought a sleeping roll for me. As I lie there, listening to the sounds of the great outdoors settling down for the night, I can't help but think about how much has changed in such a short time. The Wild Thorn Ranch has become my sanctuary, a place where I feel truly alive

The tent rustles, and I hear the twins' familiar voices as they enter. I look up to see them shedding their boots and jeans before sliding under the sleeping bag on either side of me. The warmth of their bodies creates a comforting contrast to the cool air.

After a few moments, Wyatt breaks the silence. "You were a good girl again today, Hellcat. I want to see you ride me."

I blink, surprised. "Here?" The thought of being so close to everyone else is startling. "You want to do this here, with your whole family so close?"

"Yes, here." Wyatt's voice is low. "Saddle up, Hellcat. Watching you today has been torture."

A shiver runs down my spine as I process his words.

He pushes his boxer briefs down and his large hard cock springs free already glistening with sweat.

Fuck it. When will I ever get this chance again? Never.

I shimmy my panties down my legs and roll over, throwing my legs over him so that I'm straddling him.

"God you're sexy," he grunts, reaching up to grab my face in his hands, bringing me down to kiss him. I whimper against his lips as his tongue swipes in over mine. The kiss is a hot frenzy causing my belly to ache and my pussy to drip for him.

Needing him inside me, I reach down, grab his length and position it at my entrance, sinking down on him ever so slowly. When he's as deep as he can possibly go I roll my hips like I was earlier on Daisy and watch as his eyes roll up into the back of his head.

I ride him back and forth, side to side and even roll my hips in a circle changing pace and driving him wild as I fuck him.

I look over and see Weston leaning back on an elbow, the other hand stroking his cock as he watches me fuck his twin.

These two really do just love sharing a woman and I have to admit I'm liking being shared by them.

Wyatt's hands find my hips but he doesn't direct me just sets them there, a smile on his face as he watches me take charge.

Weston must finally decide he's had enough watching since he's been quiet this whole time so far. Suddenly, his lips are on mine in a hard and devouring kiss.

"Watching you ride my brother is hot as hell," he whispers against my lips as his fingers start to make slow circles on my clit.

"Tell me, Red, has anyone ever been in this juicy ass?"

"No," I murmur.

"Can I be the first?"

My heart starts to race because do I want that? Do I want to give him...them another first of mine? It's not something I've ever really thought about because Greg would never. But I find myself nodding my head.

"I'll be gentle, baby." He licks his lips as he slides behind me. He presses me down so that I'm flat against his twin.

"Kiss me, Hellcat," Wyatt instructs and I do. Our tongues tangle together, a dance of intimacy and need. Each movement is intentional and wild. Our breaths mingle, becoming ragged and uneven as the kiss deepens. His lips press insistently, demanding more, and I respond with equal fervor, my own tongue brushing against his.

The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of something earthy and primal.

Weston runs his fingers over my most intimate area. I moan as he applies pressure, not knowing it could feel like this. So good. So exhilarating.

He reaches around where his brother is seated inside of me and slides his fingers through my folds, gathering my juices and slowly inserts two fingers inside of me.

I wince and a mewl escapes.

"Shh, Hellcat. Just breathe and relax. It's gonna feel so good."

I do as Wyatt says and he's right, Weston's fingers are slowly pumping in and out of my hole and it's driving me closer to the edge without even moving on Wyatt's cock.

"Okay, Red," Weston mumbles. "You ready?"

Looking over my shoulder, I see Weston with a bottle of something in his hand. He grins, squirting it all over his cock. Did he really bring lube?

Licking my lips, I nod my head. "Yes," I whisper, even though I'm still really nervous about this.

I feel his mushroom head probing at my tight hole and I tense up.

Wyatt kisses me again. "Play with your clit, Hellcat. Focus on me."

Sliding a hand between us, I strum my fingers back and forth over my tiny nub as Weston pushes inside of me. Thank god he did bring that lube, otherwise this really would have hurt a lot more than it does right now with him being so damn big. I scrunch my eyes and hiss at the burn but don't tell him to stop.

He pushes slowly but steadily, more and more inside of me until his hips bumps my ass.

"So fucking tight," he growls.

I feel full, so fucking full.

"We're gonna fuck you now, Red."

I nod, my eyes still closed. Together they pump in and out of me in a steady rhythm that has me moaning and panting like a wild animal. There's no way in hell no one knows what's happening over here.

But I can't keep it down; they're driving me to heights I've never known.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I chant

"I'm gonna cum, Red. Your ass is like a vise." Weston stills and I feel his cock jerk inside of me as he releases himself, filling me with cum.

Wyatt slams up into me from the bottom and Weston snakes his hands around me squeezing my nipples through my tank top.

"Cum, Red. Cum all over his cock."

I open my mouth and scream but Weston slaps a hand over my mouth while his other hand goes to my cunt and rubs circles vigorously over my clit. I clench around Wyatt's shaft and he hisses as his body jerks and ropes of hot cum fill me.

As the waves of our shared pleasure slowly recede, I collapse onto Wyatt's chest, my breathing still erratic and my body trembling from the intensity of our fucking.

Weston, still panting, gently pulls out of me and I roll off Wyatt, my limbs heavy and spent.

"Fuck, that was insane," I murmur, my voice barely more than a ragged whisper. The aftershocks of our passion leave me feeling both energized and drained. My skin is slick with sweat, and every breath I take is a reminder of what just happened.

"You're amazing, Red," Weston says, his voice soft. He slides a dry rag between my legs and my cheeks. The rough texture against my sensitive skin makes me gasp in surprise, and I wince slightly at the unexpected discomfort.

"Sorry, Red. Fucking in nature doesn't always come with a nice warm rag," he apologizes.

"It's okay," I manage to say, trying to sound careless. "Just surprised me."

Wyatt pulls me closer, his strong arms encircling me in a protective embrace. He buries his face in my tangled hair, his breath warm against my scalp.

"I'm obsessed with you," he murmurs.

"We both are," Weston agrees.

Their words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. I don't know how to respond, my thoughts are a tangled mess of emotions.

So, I close my eyes, pretending to drift off to sleep, trying to escape the whirlwind of feelings. The steady sound of Wyatt's heartbeat becomes a lullaby, and soon enough, sleep claims me for real.

I wake up feeling crusty and sticky, the remnants of last night clinging to my skin. The early morning light filters through the tent fabric, casting a soft glow around me. I push myself up, my body protesting every movement, and decide a shower is desperately needed. I quietly slip out of the tent, my feet sinking into the cool, dewy grass.

As I make my way to the spot where Carson set up the travel shower, I spot Sophia over by the makeshift setup. She's naked, half-heartedly washing off, her motions quick and a bit haphazard. I don't mean to stare, but I can't help but notice the brand on her mound, a raised MW that stands out against her skin.

Curiosity wins as I approach, unable to keep my mouth shut. "Hey, Sophia," I greet her. "Mind if I join you?"

Her eyes snap up to mine in surprise but relax when she see's it's me. "No, go ahead. A girl has to clean up somehow, right?" She smiles.

"Right." I nod, hesitating a moment. "Hey, so not to be like a fucking creep or anything, but I couldn't help noticing, what's with the MW on your mound, is that like a brand on your pussy?"

Sophia looks up, cheeks red as her eyes meet mine with a mix of pride and something else—perhaps vulnerability. "It's a symbol of belonging," she explains, her voice steady. "It means I'm Marshall's, marked as his woman. He branded me himself one night while he fucked me like the animal he can be." She laughs, smiling "Honestly, it was one of the hottest things ever."

Wow. That's… intense. I nod, my thoughts swirling. The brand, so simple and yet so significant, makes me think of what it represents—commitment, protectiveness, and a deep, undeniable connection. It's something that would be seen as barbaric in my society, but somehow, it works with this family. As Sophia wraps herself in a towel and heads back toward the camp, I stand there for a moment, lost in thought.

The idea of being so desired, so cherished that someone would want to mark me as theirs forever, strikes a nerve within me.

It's not just about the brand itself, but the profound sense of belonging and love it symbolizes. I think about the superficiality of diamonds and how they often fail to convey the depth of feeling they're meant to represent. What I wouldn't give to have someone—or even two someones—who wanted me so intensely, so completely, that they were willing to make a permanent mark on me, not with a piece of jewelry but with a symbol of true, lasting commitment.

I step out of the shower, the cool morning air hitting my damp skin. The makeshift setup is simple—an old tree branch with a small, canvas shower bag hanging from it—but it works well enough. I grab the small towel hanging nearby and start drying myself off, the rough fabric scratching against my skin. It feels good to be clean, even if I'm still a bit sore from yesterday.

I slip into my new clothes—a pair of faded jeans and a light, plaid shirt. The clothes are comfortable and practical, perfect for another day on the trail. I tie my hair back into a loose ponytail, trying to tame the wild strands that have escaped from the band.

Feeling refreshed, I head toward the campfire, where Bo and Marshall are busy preparing breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee fills the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.

Bo is manning the skillet, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, while Marshall tends to a pot of coffee bubbling away on the edge of the fire. Their movements are smooth and coordinated, a testament to years of camping and cooking together.

"Morning, Emma," Bo calls as I approach. His face lights up with a friendly smile. "Grab a seat. We're just about ready to serve up some grub."

"Good morning, Bo," I reply, sitting down on a log.

Marshall pours a steaming mug of coffee and hands it to me, the warmth of the cup radiating through my fingers.

"Morning, Emma. Sleep well?" he asks, raising a brow and the smile on his face lets me know there's a good chance he knows what happened in that tent last night. "You ready for the ride back?"

A blush spreads across my cheeks and I avoid eye contact as I take a sip of the coffee, savoring the rich, bold flavor. "Yeah, I'm ready. Yesterday was incredible, but I'm looking forward to getting back to my cabin and a real bed."

Marshall chuckles. "I'm sure sleeping on the ground isn't as comfortable. Sophia just uses me as a bed." He winks. Yup, he knows. God, did the rest of them hear me too?

As I sip my coffee, more of the crew begins to stir. Carson, the twins, Sophia and Hadley emerge from their tents, looking refreshed and ready for the day. Josie, in her carrier, is already awake and cooing softly. Everyone gathers around the fire, chatting and laughing as they fill their plates with pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

We all eat and chat, sharing stories from the previous day and making plans for the ride home. Thankfully no one brings up anything to do with the possible noises that came from my tent last night. But the twins keep sending me looks that make it hard to keep the blush off my cheeks. Once everyone is finished, we quickly tear down camp, packing up our gear and making sure nothing is left behind.

The sun hangs low in the sky as we finally make it back to the main house, the familiar sight of the ranch coming into view. My body is tired, but there's a satisfying ache that accompanies all our hard work. The horses, as if sensing the end of our journey, seem to walk with a little more purpose toward the barn, eager to be unsaddled and given their well-deserved rest.

I dismount Daisy with a sigh of relief and immediately start loosening the saddle.

"Weston, can you give me a hand with the gear?" Carson asks. I look up to see him and Bo organizing the various items we'd used over the past two days.

"Sure thing!" he calls back.

Weston flashes me a grin, that makes my heart skip a beat. "Glad to see you're still standing after all that riding," he says, lifting two saddles with ease.

"I'm not sure if my legs agree with you." I laugh, rolling my shoulders to loosen them up.

"We'll need to make sure everything's in tip-top shape for when we move the herd back down. Weston, could you grab the tents?" Carson points to the pile of tents and I shake my head and start to drag the saddle off of Daisy.

Wyatt appears, looking particularly handsome in his dusty jeans and worn ballcap. He grabs the saddle and easily throws it on his shoulder. "I got you, Hellcat," he says, his voice low and confident.

"Thanks," I reply,following him further into the barn where the smell of hay and leather fills the air.

He sets the saddle on a rack and his gaze locks on me like a predator hunting its prey. I'm pressed against the wall of the barn as he crowds me and I look up at him, licking my lips.

"Just the two of us," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.

His lips meet mine in a kiss that's both tender and urgent. My heart skips a beat as I melt into his embrace, our kiss deepening. My hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer.

When we finally break apart, both of us breathless, Wyatt's hands remain on my hips.

"Come on," he says softly. "Let's get you back to your cabin."

We start talking, Wyatt's hand in mine. I look over my shoulder seeing if Weston is coming. He looks over and gives me a wink before taking the tents to put them away. So, I guess it is just the two of us then.

As we reach my cabin, Wyatt pauses at the steps. He turns to me, a playful look in his eyes, and before I can react, he scoops me up into his arms. I let out a surprised laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carries me up the steps with ease.

When we reach the porch, Wyatt pushes the door open with his foot and carries me inside. He drops me onto the soft mattress, and as soon as my back touches the sheets, he follows, his body pressing against mine. His lips find mine in an instant, and he kisses me with a hunger that takes my breath away.

"Wyatt," I murmur against his lips, my voice a needy whisper.

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression hungry. "I know what you need, Hellcat."

His hands find the hem of my shirt and he pulls it off and over my head. Effortlessly, he undoes the clasp on my bra, letting my breasts fall free.

He rolls his teeth over his lip before leaning in and kissing my collarbone, his lips travel down my chest to my breast eventually making their way to my nipple. Wyatt's tongue lashes at my stiff peak before he pulls the whole bud into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Mmmm," I hum at the feeling.

He releases my nipple with a pop and continues his kisses down my belly to the waistband of my jeans. Calloused fingers pop the button on my pants and he pulls them down my legs, taking my panties with them. I push my hips up to help him get them off and he rolls them to my ankles before ripping my boots off and the jeans go next.

I'm completely bare to him and I blush under his gaze.

He spreads my thighs, pulls his own shirt over his head with one hand and leans in kissing my pussy lips.

"Wyatt," I whisper, feeling a wave of apprehension roll through me.

"Yeah." He looks up at me from between my thighs.

"I took a half ass shower this morning but then sat in a saddle all day. I should shower." I washed up this morning but still, it was warm today and I know I sweat.

What if he goes down there and it smells? Or it tastes bad? I'd have to leave tomorrow and never face him again.

"Hellcat." His voice is low and scolding. "I'm going to eat this pussy and enjoy every moment of it. I don't care about anything else. You worked side by side with me and Weston for the last two days and that's got me all worked up. Now, stop interrupting my meal."

I drop my head back against the mattress, willing my body to relax and enjoy this moment. I gasp as his tongue flattens and slides through my folds from my ass to clit.

He sucks my tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth as three of his fingers slide into my pussy. They thrust in and out of me while he lavishes my cunt with his tongue.

I can feel him curl his fingers, gliding them against my g-spot and it's driving me wild.

"I'm gonna cum, Wyatt."

"Cum, baby. Give me my prize."

My eyes squeeze shut and my back arches off the bed as my orgasm barrels through me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure as I ride out my release and he continues to lick me through it.

"My turn," he murmurs, standing up and sucking his fingers into his mouth as the other works the button of his jeans. He pushes them down his toned legs and his cock slaps against his belly.

"Get on your hands and knees, Hellcat." He smirks and steps out of his jeans.

I hurry to roll over and obey, sticking my ass in the air and waving it in his direction.

The bed dips as he climbs behind me, he slides the tip of his shaft between the seam of my lips, collecting my juices. Positioning himself at my entrance, he puts his left hand on my hip and slams inside of me in one hard movement.

"Fuck," I pant.

He doesn't pause, immediately pulling back and thrusting back inside of me, bottoming out. It's too much and everything at the same time. I've never been fucked roughly like this before and I have to say that I'm enjoying it …a lot.

"You like that don't you, Hellcat? My cock using your pretty hole for pleasure?"

"Yes," I pant and he slaps my ass cheek hard.

"Fuck. You're a wild little thing aren't you? Strangling me with how tight you are," he grunts.

Sex has never been this exciting, this freeing or this wild. But with Wyatt and Weston, they're opening me up to a whole new set of experiences. I reach a hand under me and find my clit, rubbing in deliberate circles as he fucks me reckless abandon.

My heart starts to race and the familiar tingle in my belly tells me I'm about to cum again.

"I can feel you tightening even more, Emma. Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

His words are my undoing. I drop my forehead to the cool sheets of my bed and cry as he fucks me through my orgasm. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat and I feel like my soul has left my body.

Wyatt groans before his hips slam against my ass and I feel his cock pulse inside of me as he fills me with cum.

We stay locked together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Wyatt gently caresses my ass cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. He then pulls out of me and slips out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. When he returns, he has a warm, damp cloth in hand.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, his voice gentle.

I nod. He cleans me up with tender movements, his touch soothing and intimate. When he's done, he wraps me in the blankets and climbs back into bed beside me. He pulls me close, his arms a warm, strong cocoon around me.

He presses a kiss to my temple. "Get some rest, Emma."

It's my first actual sleepover… well minus the tent but that was out of necessity, and I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I snuggle closer to him, breathing in his comforting scent. Before long, I drift off to sleep, feeling more at peace than I have in a long time.

When I wake up the next morning, the cabin is filled with the soft light of dawn. I stretch and turn to see Wyatt already awake, watching me.

"I thought you only shared?" I ask, my voice still husky with sleep.

"This is a first for me, Hellcat. I've never been with a woman without my brother," he admits, his honesty catching me off guard.

"Oh," I say, processing his words. It makes this moment feel even more special, knowing that he's chosen to be here with just me.

He leans in and kisses me softly. "Stay here. I'll make us some breakfast."

I watch as he gets up, pulling on his jeans and T-shirt. He heads to the counter that has a few kitchen tools and starts cooking, the sound of sizzling filling the cabin. The smell of bacon and eggs soon follows, making my stomach growl.

"Where did you get food to cook?" I ask. I've gone to the dining hall to eat unless I was with the guys so I didn't have anything but a few snacks here.

"Weston dropped me off a bag of clean clothes and a few things I asked him for."

He brings me a plate. "Eat up. You'll need your strength." His brows wag and I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

"Thanks," I say, sitting up and taking the plate. The food is delicious, and I savor each bite, feeling more at home with each passing moment.

After we finish eating, Wyatt stands and gives me a quick kiss. "I need to do some chores around the ranch. You good here?"

I nod, watching as he leaves the cabin. As I settle back into the bed, I can't help but smile.

I wonder if I have to leave next week. Why couldn't I stay and see where this goes with Wyatt and Weston?