Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

M y eyes are glued to her ass. Fucking hell it looks so damn good in those tight jeans. The further she walks away, the more I'm itching to go after her.

"Come on." Wyatt nudges my arm. "We better get back to the house before Dad comes looking for us, or sends one of the others out to find us."

We might be grown and starting lives of our own, but two things we've all agreed to are: to build a house on the ranch and live there with our families and to come home for family supper whenever we're able to.

I don't look away until she's out of sight. Swinging my gaze Wyatt's way, I give him a playful grin. "How hard was it to keep yourself from eye fucking her the whole day?"

"Wait, were we supposed to not do that?" he asks, raising a brow. We both burst into chuckles.

"She's something." I sigh dreamily as we walk toward the house. All we did was show Emma around the ranch yet I enjoyed every moment of it.

I hung onto every word that came out of her pretty pink lips, wanting to get any bit of information out of her that I could. To know whatever she was willing to tell.

She's a city girl, a rich one at that, based on some of the things she mentioned. You couldn't tell though. The way she didn't bat an eye as she walked through the mud and over piles of crap in the stalls.

It was the moments she took the time to talk to the animals, the genuine happiness that lit up her face as she gave them some love.

I know she's married, and I've tried to tell my brain that. I even stayed up last night staring at the ceiling, scolding myself. Didn't stop me from thinking about her bright red hair and personality to match. Or the fact that just thinking about her made me hard.

And after today, actually getting to spend some time with her? Yeah, it's only going to get worse from here.

One thing about me and my brother is, when we want something, almost next to nothing can stop us.

When we step into the house, we're met with the smell of a good homemade meal. Laughter and chatter sound through the house.

"Hey, everyone. Damn, Pops, that smells good." I walk over and step behind him, reaching around to grab a chicken drumstick.

"Wash your damn hands, boy." He slaps my hand before I can get anything.

"Rude," I huff and sneak a kiss on Sophia's cheek, who's standing next to him, making a plate. "Hey, little sis."

"Don't touch my wife," my oldest brother Marshall grumbles from his spot at the table.

"Afraid I'm going to steal her away?" I ask, wiggling my brows.

"Stop it." Sophia laughs. "You're only going to wind him up."

"That's the point." I give her a wink.

"So, where have you boys been?" my little sister, Hadley asks, giving me a knowing look when she steps into the kitchen.

"Showing Emma around," Wyatt says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink. He flicks the water at me with a grin as I step up to take my turn.

"Asshole." I chuckle.

"Boys," Dad says in a stern voice as he takes his seat.

"What?" Wyatt asks, taking a seat next to him.

"I told you to stay away from her."

"Dad, she's a guest. She's paid good money to get the whole ranch experience." I grin, not looking at him as I pile my plate. Then I pull out an empty chair and take my seat. "And we plan on making sure we do just that." I grin at Wyatt who tries to smother his smile as he takes a bite of his chicken.

"She's married." My little brother, Carson, points his fork at me and glares.

"For now." I shrug, taking a bite of my mashed potatoes.

"Do you two really have no shame?" Hadley sighs, shaking her head.

I look at Wyatt and then back to her. "No," we say at the same time.

Sophia laughs. "I don't think I've ever seen you two interested in a girl like this one. The closest I've seen is at the bar when you partially dry hump them then take them … well, I don't really know where you take them after that." Her brows furrow.

Marshall groans as me and Wyatt grin at each other. "Please, don't ask. Trust me, you don't wanna know."

He means the cabin way back on the edge of the property. It's still in decent shape, but not up to code to house anyone. It's good enough for a good fuck and that's about it. It's clean, there's a bed and bathroom. It's not like we're animals.

"So, she's married, but you like her anyways?" Sophia asks.

"Yup." I nod. "At least what I've seen so far." And I'm excited to get to know more.

"What about you?" she asks Wyatt.

"I like her too." He shrugs.

"So, what does that mean?" Sophia asks. "How do you pick who gets her?"

"No one should be getting her," Dad grumbles. "What part of the girl is married, does no one understand?" He sighs, done with us.

"Dad. She's getting a divorce. She told him that herself and mentioned it to us more than once today."

Hadley laughs at what Sophia said. "Ah, babe, this is Weston and Wyatt we're talking about. They do everything together."

Sophia's brows jump and her cheeks pink. "I mean, I know you've shared girls before, but even girlfriends? Are you going to spend the rest of your life with the same person?"

Wyatt and I look at one another and nod. "Yeah," we say at the same time.

"We're like, two bodies of the same person," Wyatt says. "It just feels right. Sure, if we each fell hard for separate people, we would respect that, and be happy for one another. But we always said if we ended up falling for the same girl, we would share. It's not worth hurting the other person and risking our bond."

"Wow," Sophia says. "That's oddly sweet."

"Twins are fucking weird," Hadley says.

"At least these two are," Marshall grumbles.

"Says the man who loves to fuck his girl where anyone can see." I grin.

And trust me, we've caught them more than once. Not gonna lie, it was pretty hot.

Sophia's cheeks heat.

"Fuck off," Marshall growls.

"And says the guy who robbed the cradle." Wyatt chuckles, getting a slap upside the head from Marshall.

"I didn't rob any fucking cradle. She was eighteen."

"Freshly eighteen," I point out. "And now she's nineteen. Teen, brother, teen. Old pervert."

We're just giving him a hard time. They both know we love them and are happy for them. Josie is the best thing that happened to any of us.

Speaking of the little one. Crying fills the air and Sophia gets up. "I'll grab her."

"Sit, eat. Uncle Weston has her."

She's not far, sleeping in her bassinet in the living room. I smile down at the sweet little chubby-cheeked girl who has me wrapped around her finger. "Hi, baby girl." as I pick her up. She rubs her sleepy face but smiles when she sees me. "How's my girl?" I kiss her cheek and brush her dark locks from her face.

I never knew just how much I wanted kids until she came into our lives. Something in both Wyatt and I changed.

Seeing Marshall happy and in love made us want that. Someone to come home to, to trust with your heart and soul. Someone to love unconditionally. To have a family with, to grow old with.

We're in our late twenties, slowly creeping into our thirties. We want what they have.

What we were not planning on was having a little spitfire of a girl walk into our lives and catch our attention. Not one who was married and came with a cart of baggage too.

But that kind of thing doesn't bother us. Not if we find the right person.

Maybe we're crazy, because how could we know when we just met the girl yesterday? Every moment we spend with her, we want more. That's a start, isn't it?

I bring the baby to join the rest of them, sitting her in her high chair.

"Look. We're not going to pressure her. We're going to be gentlemen," Wyatt says and Hadley snorts.

"Since when have the two of you ever been gentlemen?" she asks. "The only men who can use that title are Carson and Dad."

My eyes flick over to Carson and he glares at me, telling me to keep my mouth shut. I smirk because I know my baby brother is anything but a gentleman. He might come off as a sweet, quiet cowboy but I've walked in on him in the bathroom or at the bar locked in a stall with some guy. The mouth on that man. The things he told that guy to do.

Fucking hell. When he came stumbling out of the stall, zipper still down, he looked like he was going to puke.

He's my brother, I don't judge. And I let him know that.

"It's true," I add. "We won't do anything that Emma doesn't wanna do. We will show her around, be a good friend and if she wants something more, then who are we to tell her no."

"And what are you going to do when her two weeks are up and she goes back to her life?" Dad asks and the mood sobers.

I give Wyatt a look. He frowns like he hasn't really thought about it. "We'll see where things go," is all I say.

"She's someone, Weston. Someone important with a lot of money. Someone with a family we don't want to piss off."

"I know." Wyatt was up researching her and her family last night. We know who she is, what she's worth, and where she came from. "We'll be careful."

"Why do I find that hard to believe," he sighs.

I don't blame him. Because something about that girl makes us want to throw caution to the wind. And that might end up coming back to bite us in the ass.