Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

T he cool night air hits me like a splash of ice cold water, making me shiver. I wrap my arms around myself and blow out a breath. I just need to cool off and gather my thoughts. Wyatt and Weston have my mind spinning, I feel like I'm on a damn tilt-a-whirl.

They're not just sexy and flirty; they're magnetic, drawing me in with every glance, every teasing smile. The way my heart races when they're near is insane. I haven't felt this alive in years. But then reality crashes in, a cold, hard truth that's impossible to ignore.

I'm married. The divorce is happening, and lord knows Greg and I just separated, but I am married. And while I'm no blushing virgin, I've been shackled to Greg for way too long. The thought of jumping into someone else's bed feels reckless, like stepping off a cliff without knowing how far the drop is.

My steps crunch on the gravel road as I start the walk back to Wild Thorn. The night is quiet, the only sounds are the distant mooing of cattle and the rustle of trees in the breeze. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp air, hoping it will clear my head. And with how they feed us at the ranch, I could use the steps to work off the calories.

Pulling out my phone, making sure I'm headed in the right direction since I was too busy chatting with Hadley to pay attention to the road.

"You will arrive at your destination in twenty-seven minutes," the robotic voice of my phone's map tells me.

"Well, plenty of time to get all thoughts of Wyatt and Weston out of my head," I huff.

No sooner do the words leave my mouth that their faces fill my mind. Strong jawlines with high cheekbones make their striking blue eyes stand out. Light brown hair that peeks out from under the ball caps they both have on every time I see them.

They're the epitome of sex on legs and I need to figure out how to stop myself from having all these thoughts and images of them in my head.

"Emma!"

I hear my name being shouted, and my heart leaps into my throat. I quicken my pace. Talking to them won't help the situation I'm in. But they're relentless.

"Emma, wait up!"

I glance over my shoulder and see their figures gaining on me, their long strides closing the distance effortlessly.

"Whoa there, Hellcat. Where are you off to?" Wyatt's voice is smooth and teasing, but there's a genuine concern in his eyes that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, Red. You're walking like you're days late to a barn fire," Weston adds, his grin as mischievous as ever.

I stop, unable to outrun them and out of breath from my hurried pace. I just needed to escape, clear my head, and find some semblance of control. But here they are, standing in front of me, their presence as consuming as ever.

"I... I felt sick," I lie, my voice shaky but steady enough to sound convincing. "I must have drunk something that didn't agree with me. I've never had much besides champagne and cosmos. I'll be better after I rest." The lie rolls off my tongue easily, but their skeptical expressions tell me they're not buying it.

"Bullshit," Weston replies, his tone blunt. "If you were sick, you'd want to get back to the ranch quickly. You'd have Hadley or Sophia... hell, even Marshall take you home."

Wyatt crosses his arms, giving me a scrutinizing look. "He has a point, Hellcat. Or you'd puke while someone held your hair. So tell us what has you willing to walk home in the middle of the night and risk getting eaten by a mountain lion."

"You didn't say anything about mountain lions before." I raise a brow at him.

"Don't change the subject, Emma. Why did you bolt, and why are you walking home?"

I shift uncomfortably, the weight of their attention making it harder to keep up the facade. But I'm not ready to lay all my cards on the table. Not yet. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, to find another plausible excuse. But the look in their eyes tells me they're not going to let this go easily. They care, and that's both comforting and terrifying.

I growl, stomping my foot in the gravel. "Fine! I can't breathe when I'm around you. My skin feels like it's constantly on fire, my heart races, and I feel things that I shouldn't be feeling."

Wyatt chuckles and steps closer. "Oh, really? We get you all worked up, Hellcat?"

"It's not funny, Wyatt. I'm married."

"Almost divorced," he interrupts, his eyes twinkling.

"It's not that simple or fast, and you know it. You're not stupid. I'm a married, fucking rich city girl who is only here for what... twelve more days? I should be figuring out my next steps, and deciding what I'm going to do when I go back home. Instead, every moment I'm not enjoying the ranch, I'm thinking about you two."

"You flatter us, Red," Weston purrs, stepping closer as well, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Let us drive you back. We'll try to keep the sex appeal to a minimum. But let us make sure you get home safe."

I contemplate his words for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. The temptation to lean on them, to let them take care of me, is almost overwhelming.

I sigh, finally giving in. "Fine."

Just like that, Wyatt swoops me up in his arms, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me back the way I just came.

"I can walk, you neanderthal!" I protest, half-heartedly pounding on his back.

"Don't care," Wyatt says, his tone playful. His strong arms hold me securely, and despite my protests, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement. As he carries me back, the steady rhythm of his steps and the warmth of his body against mine make it impossible to ignore the magnetic pull I feel toward him—and Weston.

The truck rumbles along the gravel road, the headlights cutting through the darkness. I sit in the backseat, forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window.

My mind replays everything that happened, every thought, every moment of indecision. I've only got two weeks here, so why not live it up? I'm going home to a mess, to Greg and all the baggage that comes with him and the divorce. Why not enjoy myself while I can?

I decide, right then and there, that I'm going to let loose. If Wyatt and Weston want to have a little fun, why shouldn't I? I'm an adult, they're adults. People have friends with benefits all the time—why can't I have cowboys with benefits?

We pull up to the ranch, Wyatt kills the engine, and Weston jumps out first and opens my door, extending his hand. I take it, his grip is strong and steady, and he helps me down from the truck.

"Thanks for bringing me back," I say, slipping off my shoes once we're inside the cabin.

"You're welcome," Wyatt replies, his smirk turning playful. "But I'd like to know more about this heart-racing, skin-on-fire thing."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the smile tugging at my lips. "You two are hot as hell and you know it. Don't get cocky."

Weston chuckles from behind me. "You're a fucking stunner yourself, Red."

A blush creeps up my cheeks. "So you feel it too?"

Wyatt steps closer, his eyes darkening with desire. "The wanting to bend you over, fuck your pretty pussy and worship the ground you walk on every time we see you? Yep."

My breath hitches. "Hadley says you share."

"We do," Wyatt confirms, his pupils blown with desire that has my panties dampening.

"I've never done that," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Wyatt's hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. "We'll take it easy on you, Hellcat. Just say the word."

I look between them, their faces a mix of hunger and tenderness. My heart races, skin prickling with anticipation. This is my chance to let go, to live a little before facing the storm that waits for me back home.

I take a deep breath, and my decision is made. "Word."

Wyatt's eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and delight. Before I can react, Weston's arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me backward against his chiseled chest until we sit on the bed.

Wyatt prowls toward us. My heart races with a mix of excitement and nerves.

As Weston scoots backward so that my feet are on the bed, Wyatt leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "We're going to take good care of you, Hellcat."

I close my eyes, letting their words and touches wash over me. For the first time in a long while, I feel free. Tonight, I'm not the woman tangled in a messy arranged marriage that's ending in divorce; I'm just Emma, ready to embrace whatever these two cowboys have to offer.

Weston's hand trails slowly down my side, fingertips brushing lightly against my skin. He tugs at the hem of my dress, lifting it just enough to reveal the string bikini panties I chose for tonight. I feel a flush of heat spread across my face and neck

Wyatt drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, his gaze intense as he gently grabs each of my ankles. He positions my legs, spreading them open. He looks up at me, biting his bottom lip, and I can't help but quiver under the intensity of his stare. I close my eyes, letting out a slow, shuddering breath as the anticipation builds.

His large calloused hand comes up and pulls my panties to the side, exposing me to him and my breath hitches. He makes eye contact with me briefly before he leans in and swipes his tongue through my folds.

"Fuck," I moan.

He doesn't stop, his tongue laps up and down, side to side, and swirls in circles as he devours me. His strokes are firm and fucking delicious.

"Oh, god. Oh, god," I cry.

"You like that Red? You like my twin eating that perfect pussy while I hold you still?" Weston whispers his lips just barely caressing my ear as he palms one of my breasts.

"Yes!" Greg sure as hell has never made me feel this good, and he's only using his mouth.

I can feel my body barreling like a freight train toward an orgasm and just as I'm about to reach my high Wyatt's mouth disappears.

"No," I whine in frustration.

"Yes." He smiles and kisses my thighs as my high fades.

I'm about to get pissed off as hell and give them a piece of my mind for playing games with me when rough fingers glide over my little nub causing me to whimper.

"My brother can't have all the fun," Weston murmurs.

His tough fingers fly back and forth over my bundle of nerves, stroking me like a fine-tuned guitar and once again, my orgasm approaches. I lean my head back against his shoulder

"Yes. Yes. God, right there, yes," I pant. God, their hands feel so damn good. Each caress setting my skin on fire.

I'm surprised when I feel the softness of Wyatt's tongue prodding at my entrance but not entering. He's feasting on my clit and running his tongue over my hole as his brother's fingers play with me and it's too much. My toes curl as I lift off the bed, their combined efforts sending waves of pleasure crashing over me

"Fuuuck. Yes," I cry as my body comes alive with pleasure.

When I finally come down from my high, the aftershocks are gentle but persistent, leaving me satisfied.

I look at them with a smile, and fire in my eyes, ready to return the favor.

Wyatt and Weston exchange a shared glance as they stand, their smiles lingering as they stare at me on the bed. They lean in to plant soft, lingering kisses on my lips. Almost as fast as they made me cum, they turn on their heels and walk out of the cabin. I sit there for a moment, stunned, the echoes of their laughter and footsteps still ringing in my ears. My mind races, trying to piece together what just happened. The room feels too quiet, too still. What did I miss? Did I somehow get this all wrong?

I shake my head, in complete shock, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Getting up, I head to the bathroom and clean up before changing into a simple, comfortable set of pajamas. Shutting off the light, I leave the bathroom and move to the cabin door, locking it. As I slide between the cool, crisp sheets of the bed, the chill against my skin is soothing.

Questions whirl in my mind like a storm. Why didn't they want anything in return? Did they just leave without a word because they were done, or was it something else entirely? My thoughts tangle together, a mess of doubt and confusion.

A creeping sense of regret begins to seep in. Maybe this was a terrible idea. Maybe I fucked up, thought this would be different, more meaningful. The disappointment tightens in my chest, a sharp pang of self-doubt. What if I misread their intentions completely? What if this was all just a fleeting moment for them, and now they're gone, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions?

I close my eyes, and turn onto my side, curling up in the sheets. Exhaustion pulls at me, making it hard to stay awake. I give in to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will bring some answers and clear up this confusing mess.