Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

M y eyes are glued to Red. Her carefree smile, the way she tosses her head back and laughs as she, Hadley and Sophia enjoy the music in the middle of the dance floor at the Copper Kitten.

Seeing her getting along so well with my sisters, it does shit to my heart. She fits in here perfectly. My whole family loves her.

After the cattle drive, even my dad has stopped warning us off. He can see that Emma isn't just a fun time. We've quickly become entranced by the feisty little redhead. Her heart, her personality and that killer body. She's perfect. At least to us she is.

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 a girls' 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."

"You are?" she whispers.

"If that's okay with you."

"Of course it is." She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck. I pull her flush to my chest and will my dick to behave as I inhale her sweet scent. "Could you stay with me?"

I grin. "You wanna have a sleepover?"

She bites her lip and nods. "I do."

Leaning forward, I kiss the tip of her nose. "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do."

The beaming smile I get in return makes my heart soar.

Emma is nothing but giggles and tripping over her own feet as we head out of the bar. Grinning, I shake my head and scoop her up in my arms. She squeals with laughter, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"My hero." She smiles.

Fuck, this woman has turned my world upside down in the best way.

"Always for you, Red." I press a kiss to her forehead and she sighs, leaning her head against my chest.

After I stick her in the passenger side of my truck and buckle her up, I hop in the driver's seat.

She talks the whole way home about the one time she snuck out of the house and went drinking at the small town a half an hour away from the city and partied with what her father called ‘common folk.' She looks disgusted when she says it.

She tells me how it was the most fun she had. That she didn't have to worry about what people thought about her, how she just got to be a teenager. Then when she went home, she went back to her life and realized how much she was missing out on.

My heart hurts for her. I can't imagine the kind of pressure it is to live her life. The expectations, the politics.

From what she's told us, her father has controlled her life from the moment she was born and she looks just about done with it.

But I know it's not that easy to say fuck it. She has a lot of things on her plate. Things she can't just ignore.

When we get to the cabin, I push all the depressing thoughts to the side and just be here in the moment with Emma.

"I can walk," she says as I scoop her out of the truck. I go to put her down but she clings to me. "I didn't say I wanted you to."

I chuckle and shake my head. "You're a sassy little thing."

"Yup," she says proudly with a giggle.

Getting her into the cabin, I bring her over to the bed and help her take off her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I ask her when she starts to take her shirt off.

"I need a shower," she groans. "I'm all sweaty and gross."

"You sure you can shower?" I ask, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Yes," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "I'm a big girl you know."

"I know, Red." My eyes find her bare tits. "Trust me, I know."

"You can join me if you want," she says in a seductive tone.

My eyes lift to find hers lidded and I groan. "I want to, I really do, but I wouldn't feel right about it. You're drunk. And I won't take advantage of you like this."

Her eyes water and I fear I've upset her.

"Weston," she whines. "Why do you have to be so amazing?" She snatches my face between her hands and kisses me hard. I'm momentarily stunned but my cock doesn't get the memo.

"Thank you?" I ask, sounding a little confused.

"You don't get it. If this was him," she scoffs at the word, "or someone back home, they wouldn't care. They would see an easy lay and go for it."

Anger fills me. "You, Emma, are not an easy lay. Not to me. Never to me. You're so much more," I promise her.

She licks her lips and nods, letting out a little breath.

I stand and let her head to the bathroom to shower. While she's in there, I get the bed ready, grab her a cup of water and pain meds for the headache she might have in the morning.

When she's done, she walks out in nothing but a towel, hair wet and a sleepy look in her eyes. She drops the towel and crawls into bed.

"Sleep," she moans, cuddling into the blankets.

Chuckling, I pull my shirt off and strip down to my boxers before joining her in bed.

She hums happily when I pull her into my arms. I don't pay attention to her naked breast pushed against me, or the way her hot pussy presses against my thigh. I just close my eyes, and press my face into her hair, inhaling deeply.

"I can't sleep," she murmurs.

"Wanna talk?" I ask her.

"About what?"

"Anything. Everything. I wanna know everything about you."

She's quiet for a moment before she speaks again. "I wanna know everything about you too, Weston Wilder."

The next morning, I'm woken up by the feeling of soft touches running along my chest. My eyes flutter open and I give Emma a sleepy grin.

"Morning." My voice is thick with sleep.

She gives me a shy smile. "Morning."

"How did you sleep?" I ask her, grabbing her fingers that are tracing my tattoos and bringing them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

She bites her lower lip. "Amazing."

"I'm glad."

"Thank you. For last night."

"I didn't do anything but bring you home."

"You did a lot more than that, and you know it." She gives me a pointed look.

"I just want to take care of you Emma." I reach over, tucking some of her wild red hair behind her ear. She looks beautiful like this. Hell, she's stunning every moment of the day.

"You do, don't you," she says, then looks away.

I don't like that look, but when her eyes find mine again, she smiles.

"What's that look for?" I raise a brow and grin.

"Well, if you're still in the giving mood, I can think of something else you can take care of," she purrs, her hand traveling down my chest, under my boxers and stopping when she wraps her hand around my morning wood.

I groan as she gives it a stroke, tingles filling my whole body. "Fuck," I hiss.

"Yeah, that's kind of the point." She laughs. Pulling back the blanket, she gives me a look. "Can I?"

"Can you ride me?" I ask, brows shooting up, and she nods. "Emma, Red, baby, you can ride me any day," I growl.

She smiles before swinging her leg over and straddling my dick.

I moan as she rocks her dripping pussy along my shaft, getting it wet with her arousal.

"I need you, Weston," she whispers, her hands on my chest to hold herself up as she starts to grind on my cock.

"Take it, Emma," I groan. "Use me. My cock is yours."

She lifts her hips up and grabs the base of my cock, positioning the tip at her entrance. She locks eyes on me before she starts to sink down.

My breath is caught, my fingers tighten around her thighs and I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood.

She gasps, lips parting as she takes me deeper and deeper. "I fucking love your cock," she moans once I'm fully inside her.

"And my cock fucking loves you," I gasp, wanting so badly to grab her hips and hold her still as I fuck her wildly. But I want her to have this moment, to take it at her own pace. She's in charge here and it's fucking hot.

She straightens up and starts to ride me, her head tossed back, eyes closed as she moans, allowing herself to take her pleasure.

I'm mesmerized. She looks like a fucking queen and my cock is her throne.

"Fuck," she pants. "Feels so good."

"So damn good, baby," I groan, unable to keep my hands off her. Running my hands up her thighs, I give them a squeeze before cupping her full breasts in my hands. I massage them, rewarded with a breathy sigh.

Eyes lidded, body humming with pleasure, my eyes roam over her body, taking in every inch of her.

I pinch and pull at her nipples making her pussy clench around me as she gasps, "Oh god."

"You like that don't you?" I chuckle.

She bites her lower lip and nods her head. Leaning up, I suck one into my mouth.

She moans, her hands tangling in my hair, holding my head in place as I bite and taste her sensitive nipples.

Releasing it with a pop, I give the other one the same attention. I can feel her cunt dripping down onto me. She's so aroused, her chest heaving as little whimpers leave her tempting lips.

"Fuck me," she pleads, eyes wide with need.

"With pleasure," I growl, lacing my fingers into her hair and crushing my lips to hers. She cries out as I pull her hips down, kissing her in a heated frenzy as I start to thrust up into her. It's wild and rough, but the sounds coming from her lets me know she loves it.

With my free hand, I slip it between us and as soon as I find her clit, she sobs out my name.

"You're close, Red," I pant against her lips. "Cum for me, baby. Fucking soak me."

"Weston," she sobs. "Fuck. Oh god, yes, yes. Right there."

She stares at me with desperate eyes as I growl, fucking up into her and continue to work her clit.

Her eyes roll back and her back arches as she cums hard. My arms wrap around her, holding her to my body as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm. Her cries of pleasure have my balls aching for release. Not a second later, I'm groaning, biting down on her shoulder as I cum too.

My cock jerks, pulsing inside her as I fill her with wave after wave of cum.

We collapse on the bed, a panting mess as we try and catch our breath.

"You okay there, Red?" I rasp.

"I think I've died." She laughs. "Fuck, that was amazing."

"You're amazing." I chuckle, kissing her shoulder.

We lay like that for what feels like forever, just being in each other's hold. My fingers trail up and down her back lazily and she hums contently.

"I'm taking the day off," I tell her. "Let's go get a shower and we can go down to the diner to grab some breakfast."

"I'd like that."

I carry her into the bathroom and sit her down on the bench in the shower. She lets me wash her, smiling and laughing but enjoying every moment of it.

Hands wander and we end up fucking in the shower before we actually get out.

Once she's dressed and I throw on my clothes from yesterday, we stop off at the main house so I can grab some fresh clothes and then head down to the diner.

Emma is extra cuddly today and I love it. My hands have been on her at all times during the ride and as we wait for our food, she's cuddled up to my side. I kiss the top of her head and we talk about random little things while we wait.

When our food is done, we grab it to go. Emma asks if I know any other pretty spots we could stop at and eat. I know a few and plan on taking her to this stunning meadow filled with wildflowers.

As we step outside into the parking lot, that's when we run into him.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Emma hisses.

My body tenses and I pull Emma closer to my side.

"Well, what do we have here?" Greg snorts in disgust. "Emma, baby, seriously? You're going to leave me for what? A lowly ranch hand?"

"Fuck off, Greg," Emma shoots back. "What are you still doing here anyway? Just go home."

"I'd fucking love to," he growls. "But I'm not going home without my wife. It was one mistake, Emma. We can get through it. It's been hell without you."

"I'm sure it has, for you. I'm having a great time. The ranch is everything I thought it would be and more."

"Yeah, because you're fucking the ranch hands," he scoffs. "Are you really that pathetic, Emma, that you would go so low to get back at me?"

"I'm getting back at you, Greg? Get over yourself. I don't care about you or what you do anymore. We're over. Done. The divorce papers will be on your desk when you get home."

"You little bitch." The bastard has the nerve to take a step toward her. I carefully push Emma behind me and get in the fuckers face.

"I'd think very carefully about your next fucking move, buddy," I growl.

He looks up at me and tries to be bold but I see fear in his eyes. I'm a hell of a lot bigger than him and I can do some damage. God, I wish I could kick his slimy ass right now but I don't want to cause any issues for Emma.

"Nothing to say?" I ask. "Good. Now, fuck off."

Grabbing Emma's hand, I bring her back to my side, the one away from Greg. I make sure to body check him on our way past, making him stumble a little bit.

"I hate him," Emma says with frustrated tears. "I hate him so much."

"I know, baby. But you won't have to worry about him much longer." I kiss the back of her hand. "We got you, baby."

She puts her head on my shoulder as we drive to the meadow in silence. Thankfully, that asshole didn't ruin the rest of our day, and our breakfast date goes well. But I can't help thinking about what else this guy plans on doing to make Emma's life hell. And is there anything Wyatt and I can do to help? Because at this point, I think it's safe to say we're ready to do whatever it takes to be with her.