Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

" I feel like my balls are going to explode," I grumble, adjusting myself as we walk away from Emma's cabin. "Why are we leaving again?" I shoot my brother a look.

"You know why." He laughs, but the fucker adjusts himself too. "We gotta take things slow with Emma. She's been back and forth on what she wants and we don't want to pressure her into something she's not ready for."

"Says the man who still has a bit of her cum on the corner of his lips?" I grin wickedly.

He quickly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck you." He laughs.

"How did she taste?"

The sweet sound of her moans as she came undone for Wyatt will forever haunt my dreams. I could have came from that alone.

"Best damn thing I've ever had the pleasure of tasting," he smirks.

"I'm jealous."

"Don't worry, you will get your chance soon."

We don't want Emma thinking we only want sex. That's the furthest thing from the truth. We like her personality the most, her looks are just a bonus. Just from what we've seen, she's smart, funny, caring and an overall good person.

If we didn't know better, we would never have guessed she grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth.

We're met with the sounds of the nightlife and our feet crushing against the gravel as we make our way to the truck and climb in. We drive the rest of the way home in silence, I'm sure both of us replaying every second of what just happened.

As we approach the main house, the driveway is empty apart from dad's truck. Everyone must be still at the bar. Pulling my phone out, I send a quick text to Hadley, letting her know Emma is back at her cabin safe and to let Sophia know.

The house is quiet as we remove our boots and head upstairs. "Night, brother." Wyatt nods before dipping into his room.

I head into mine, closing and locking the door behind me. Grabbing the remote, I turn the TV on to some random station, needing some background noise.

Pulling my shirt off, I toss it into the dirty hamper along with my jeans and crawl into bed.

I stare up at the ceiling, Emma's sweet face flashing in my mind, the phantom sounds of her moans making my cock pulse.

It's painfully hard and I know I'm not going to get any sleep until I relieve the pressure. Spitting in my hand, I slip it into my boxers and wrap it around my stiff length. I moan as I give it a firm squeeze.

Closing my eyes, I relax as my mind fills with an image of Emma on her knees looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes as she takes my cock in her hand and brings it to her lips. I stroke myself to the thought of her pink tongue slipping out to taste the bead of pre cum running down the tip.

"Fuck," I groan as I start to work myself faster, my grip tighter.

My pulse starts to race as my balls tingle.

Then Emma is taking my cock into her mouth and she swallows me down whole like a good fucking girl.

"That's it, Red," I grunt, panting now as I chase my impending orgasm. "Suck my cock, fuck."

My free hand tangles in the bed sheet as I work myself closer and closer to my release. In my mind, Emma grabs my balls, rolling them in her soft dainty hands before giving them a squeeze. The image has me cumming hard, my whole body stiffening as thick ropes of cum shoot out onto my belly.

When I'm done getting the last drop out, my body goes limp as I struggle to catch my breath.

This woman is like no other female I've met. No one has caught our attention this long, no one has us wanting to know everything and anything about them. I even hate the idea of her being in her cabin alone. I want to be there with her, hear her sweet voice, laughing to her musical laugh.

"I'm a goner," I groan, reaching over and grabbing a handful of tissues to clean myself up. Tossing them in the trash, I take a quick shower before finally letting myself get some sleep with the thought that we get to see her again tomorrow, bright and early.

Do you know how hard it is to work with a stiffie? I haven't been able to keep my eyes off my little vixen. She knows she's a distraction and isn't a bit sorry about it, always grinning whenever she catches me practically drooling.

"You got a little something there," she says, her soft hand brushing over the corner of my lip.

She laughs when I check, she's just messing with me. I love it though, seeing her carefree and enjoying herself.

It isn't until around one by the time we get everything done. A lot later then we usually do, but we got it done.

"I think all that work deserves some lunch," Wyatt says, pulling his ball cap off to wipe the sweat off his forehead before placing it back on.

"I could eat right about now." Emma blows a lock of hair that's escaped from her messy bun out of her face.

She looks so damn sexy right now in her jeans that form around her ass perfectly and tight shirt.

"Weston." Wyatt chuckles.

"Huh?" I blink over at him. He gives me a knowing smirk. Well, fuck him, I know he's been drunk off Red just as much as I have today.

"Yeah, food. Good good."

Emma giggles. "Alright, caveman." She winks. "Let's go change and then we can head out. I'm sweating like a pig."

"Actually, pigs don't really sweat all that much," Wyatt informs her. "If you want a better representation, I'd say you're sweating like a horse."

"Huh," she says with a small grin. "You learn something new every day."

"Just doing what I can." Wyatt winks as he tips his hat, making her laugh.

Emma starts walking down toward her cabin. I hang back and walk with Wyatt, partly to tease him for being corny as fuck but also to be a creeper and stare at Emma's ass.

My brother and I head back to the main house and take a quick shower before meeting up with Emma.

We knock on her door. "Come in!" she calls out. Stepping inside, I see from the looks of her wet hair, she must have had the same idea.

Even now, she's beautiful.

"All good, Red?" I ask as she gathers her wet strands back up into a messy bun.

"Yup." She gives me a beaming smile. "Do you know how nice it is not to have to worry about picking out the right outfit, making sure my makeup is perfect and that my hair is styled nicely."

Every day she spends here, I can see her growing more relaxed. We might joke about her impending divorce, but the reality is that she has a lot on her plate, and it's a big deal.

We don't want to minimize that, but give her a good time to get away from it as long as she can before she's forced to deal with it.

I just hope by the end of her trip, she sees how much she could enjoy a life like this. Free from the busy city, and the uptight rich people who only care about looks, money and power.

On the ride to the diner, Emma talks about the phone call she had with her best friend back home. How she told her about us and her friend encouraged her to enjoy the time she has.

"So, Penny is team cowboys?" I chuckle, shooting her an amused grin.

"Very much so." Emma blushes and looks out the front window.

My hand moves to her thigh, loving the fact that she changed into a sundress. Her breath hitches, her eyes flicking over to mine. I give her a smirk and a wink.

Then the truck comes to a stop and I curse to myself, seeing we're here.

Hopping down out of the truck, I hold my hand out to help her down. "Why thank you, kind sir." She giggles and my chest fills with warmth as her hand lays in mine.

She squeals as I grab her around the waist, pulling her to me as I pick her up out of the truck and spin her around before placing her on her feet. I grin as I take the hand still in mine and place a kiss on the back of it. "My lady."

"And you say I'm corny," Wyatt snorts.

"Because you are," I shoot back and he rolls his eyes, flipping me off.

"Hey, little sister." I greet Sophia when we step into the diner. She only works part time, mostly just fills in when someone calls out sick. Since she had Josie, she's been a stay at home mom, but Marshall suggested starting back here when he saw how cooped up she was. She doesn't mind doing things around the ranch, but it's not something she really enjoys.

"Hey, you three." She smiles, her black hair done up in a high pony tale. "How are these two shitheads treating you?" she asks Emma.

"Ouch," groans Wyatt. "I thought you loved us."

"I do." Sophia grins. "You know I do."

We do, and we love her too. She's had a pretty shitty start in life. Losing her parents, then having a foster dad who was a total fucking creep. Glad that asshole can't hurt her anymore.

"Except for last night they've been nothing but gentlemen," Emma answers.

Sophia snorts, "Now that, I don't believe."

"Again, ouch," I gasp, putting my hand to my heart. "My big brother's cruelty is rubbing off on you."

"What do you big babies want?" She laughs, grabbing her notepad.

"I'll have the cheddar and beef sandwich with a side of fries," I answer.

"Same," Wyatt says.

"What about you, babe?" Sophia asks her.

Emma bites her lower lip as she looks up on the menu board. "I don't know. Everything looks so good."

"If I had to recommend something, grilled cheese with chives is amazing. Add bacon bits, even better."

"Sold." Emma grins. "But I'll do a side of fruit."

"Coming right up. That should be around five minutes. You came just after the rush, so good timing."

"Let's go grab a booth and wait," Wyatt suggests.

"This place is so cute," Emma says as she takes in the room around us.

"It is. Our aunt owns the place," Wyatt says.

"Really?" Emma asks.

"Yup, that means free food." I wink.

"Oh." Emma blinks a few times. "No, I can pay."

"Emma." I laugh, sliding into the booth and pulling her in next to me. "Relax. It's fine. Honestly, she would be offended if we tried to pay."

"Are you sure?"

"He's sure," Wyatt says, sliding in next so Emma is trapped between us.

Emma places her hands on the table, phone in hand. "I'm just going to answer some emails while we wait, if you don't mind." Her breathing has picked up and she sounds a little breathy right then. I give my brother a smirk and he grins back. Our little spit fire seems to be affected by us.

"Not at all," Wyatt says, pulling his own phone out. I do the same, but keep my free hand on my thigh.

After a few moments, I move it to hers. The sudden intake of breath has my blood pumping.

Eyes glued to my phone, I slowly inch my hand up her thigh. She lets out a small sound as she shifts in her seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my brother's arm move as I continue my way up her soft sensitive thigh, our hands meet at Emma's core.

My eyes dart over to him and we both try not to laugh. He moves his hand back down to her thigh, giving it a squeeze.

Emma is trying so hard to focus on her phone, acting as if we're not touching her.

I wonder if I can get her to break.

She bites her lip hard as my fingers brush against her fabric covered clit. A little whimper slips free as a full body shudder takes over her when I press down.

Slowly, I move my two fingers in slow, firm circles.

Her hand clenches around her phone, her lips parted as her breathing quickens.

The more I work her over, the more her control breaks. "Weston," she whispers. She's close and fuck, it's so damn sexy.

"Weston, Wyatt. Orders up." Sophia's voice shatters the moment.

Emma whines when I move my hand, turning to look at me with wounded eyes. I chuckle, leaning in to brush my lips across hers. "Be a good girl, and we'll finish what we started later."

Emma groans, letting her head fall to the table. "You two are going to be the death of me."

We laugh as Wyatt gets up and helps her out, I follow. "But it would be such a sweet way to go." I wink.

"Sure, if you call having the lady version of blue balls sweet," she mutters, shooting me a glare.

I like her sassy side.

"Clit blocker," Emma mutters as she grabs her takeout bag from Sofia and continues out the door.

Sophia lets out a shocked laugh, eyes wide. My brows jump and I chuckle, so does Wyatt.

"Well, boys, I think you've met your match."

"I think so too." Wyatt grins and we follow her out the door.

"Come on, Red. Let's get out of here and let us take you on a date." as I help her into the truck.

"A date?" she asks nervously. "Okay, where?"

I give Wyatt a look and he nods. "A little place we know. Trust me, we think you're going to love it."