Emma's Treasures (6 page)

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Travis sat in the living room with his brothers, listening to Kelly reassure Emma that everything was going to be okay, but he just wasn’t so sure himself. Things had gotten way out of hand fast and it was time for them to take action. They wanted Emma safe, but as long as someone was after her, she never would be.

They didn’t know who was after her, nor did they really care. They all just wanted the asshole gone. Since the last episode with Doc, where Emma took off, nothing had been resolved. Sure, Kelly came by every day. What the girls talked about, he had no clue, but there was no new information. It was grating his nerves. He felt like shaking the information out of Emma. Every time he would try and bring it up, Emma would say nothing, saying she couldn’t remember. Something had to be done. He was literally tired of this shit. Everyone was on pins and needles. Anybody coming to the ranch was a suspect and over the last few days it had gotten so bad that the boys were all sleeping with guns in their rooms, just waiting for any kind of noise. If someone didn’t take charge soon, this was going to end badly.

“I have had it with this shit,” Tate whispered.

“We can’t do anything till she tells us who is after her,” Tucker replied, standing near the window, watching the road.

“This sitting around and waiting is for the birds,” Tate said angrily. “Why won’t she say who is after her?”

“She will when she is ready,” advised Tucker.

“Fuck that. She has more to answer for. We need to find out where she has been for the last seven years, and then maybe we can start to put this mystery together,” Travis said, getting to his feet.

“That’s all good and fine, Travis, but if ya haven’t noticed, she ain’t talkin’!” Tate said. “I have tried and so has Tuck…She refuses to tell us. But if you want to give it a go, go right ahead.”

Travis looked at his brothers and knew what he had to do. Dialing the number, he listened to the phone ring until someone said, “Hello.”

“It’s Travis. I need a favor.”

Following dinner that night, after Tabitha went to bed, the boys thought it would be best to put behind them why Emma never told them of their daughter. They needed to understand, and possibly get a lead on who was after Emma.

Emma and Tucker were laughing as they walked out of the hallway into the spacious living room. Travis knew Emma loved this room, with its cream-colored walls and soft leather furniture. The room was warm and inviting. She curled up next to Tate, like she did every night since her last traumatic episode. Travis and Tucker watched as Tate lovingly kissed the top of Emma’s head, as she snuggled closer into him.

Travis hadn’t been with Emma once since her return. He was still angry with her and needed answers. He joked around with Emma on a daily basis, but for some reason, he still could not bring himself to forgive her. Oh, he thought about it every waking minute, but something just wasn’t right with her. She was still holding back. He didn’t know if it was him, but if it was, he couldn’t move on till all was settled.

Emma looked at him then, smiling beautifully as always. Travis returned the smile, but it did not reach his eyes, and Emma knew that.

“Come sit by me, Travis,” Emma said softly as she reached her hand out to him. Unable to deny her anything, Travis took her hand and sat on the opposite side of Tate, pulling Emma back against his chest. “What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him.

Travis looked at his brothers, and then back at Emma. “It’s time you tell us why you kept Tabitha from us, Emma. We need to know,” he said and watched the color drain from her lovely face.

* * * *

Emma looked at Tate and then Tucker, who came to sit on the coffee table in front of her, conclusively blocking her in. There was no escape. The time had come. She only prayed they understood. Taking a deep breath, she began, “After the fire that killed Daddy, Momma and I left. We went to Nebraska to stay with Aunt Margaret, till Momma could get back on her feet. She was so distraught over Daddy’s death, we didn’t think she was ever gonna snap out of it. Then one morning, I started getting sick. I thought I had the flu, ’cause I would get sick damn near every hour. But as the week went by, everyone got worried, and after three days of vomiting, Aunt Margaret rushed me to the hospital. It didn’t take long for the test to come back, and then I knew.

“I was pregnant. Aunt Margaret held my hand the whole way home, and she made me tell Momma right away. I was so scared when I told her, but she listened and eventually hugged me, telling me that everything was going to be all right. When she asked me who the father was, I didn’t think twice. I told her I didn’t know. When I mentioned your names, Momma freaked out. Started cursing, and throwing things. Aunt Margaret had to literally hold her as she soon came after me. She was calling me all these horrible names, and then before I knew it, she told me to get my stuff and get out. So I did.

“I had no money, no car, nowhere to stay. All I had was my backpack and a baby on the way. I don’t know how long I walked for, it felt like hours, till a car came up behind me and the driver asked if I wanted a ride. With no place to go, and my feet hurting, I said sure. That was the first time I had ever hitchhiked.”

Emma stopped to wipe her eyes. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and Travis just held her tighter, giving her the support she needed to finish.

“Go on, Emma. What happened after that?” Tucker coaxed, handing her a tissue.

“Well, Kyle, the guy who gave me a ride, he was nice. We talked and talked. I found out that he was a police officer in Denver. He asked if I had anywhere to go, and when I said no, he offered me a place to stay till I got back on my feet. Well, days turned into months, and before I knew it, I was in the delivery room.

“He was there when I delivered Tabitha. He was there walking the floors with me when she had colic. When Tabitha was about eight months old, he asked me to marry him, but I said no. I couldn’t do that to him. He knew I loved someone else, and God knows he tried relentlessly to get me to name the father, but I never did. Then one night, I was getting ready to put Tabitha down to bed, when a knock at the door surprised me. I was shocked to see his partner there. Only it wasn’t a social visit. His partner came to tell me that Kyle was missing. They believed he was taken hostage and later killed after a failed drug bust, but they were never able to recover his body. I was once again alone and on my own.

“After a while I was notified that the police station had received a photo of Kyle with a bullet hole in his head, after that, they considered him dead. Everything was crazy. There was the funeral, and people saying how sorry they were. Then there was this attorney who told me that Kyle had left everything to me, the house, his pension, everything. Even in death, he took care of me and Tabitha.

“After his death, I enrolled in school, put some money away, and started over. It wasn’t long till the years flew by. Then in February of this year, two days after Tabitha’s birthday, another knock came from the door, and this man was standing there, a Mr. Garland. He told me he was an attorney for the estate of my father. So I let him in.”

“Wait a minute. You just let a complete stranger into your home, without checking his ID, or anything?” Travis asked, sitting up quickly. Emma looked up at him, moving to find a more comfortable position on the couch. “I know it sounds stupid now, but at the time, I was still dealing Kyle’s death,” she whispered.

“Emma, sweetheart, it’s okay. Losing someone you care about can be a hard situation,” Tate explained. “Emma, please continue.”

“Well, like I said, I let this man in, wondering why he was there, because Daddy was bankrupt when he died. But apparently I was wrong about everything. The moment he closed the door, this man became belligerent and downright hateful. He kept going on and on about how my family had deceived him, and he wanted what was his. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but when he mentioned a will and the deed to the ranch, I got worried. I thought Daddy lost the ranch. When Dad died, he was broke. There was no will, no money, no ranch, and I told this man that, but he didn’t believe me. When I told him to get out, he grabbed me and started hitting me. He hit me so hard, I screamed and woke Tabitha. She came out of her room, and he saw her. I told Tabitha to go back to bed, and she did. The moment she was gone, this man began punching me over and over again. When he finally stopped, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his face, and said, ‘You have exactly six months to get your hands on that deed and the money from the will, or I will come back and kill you, or kill your bastard brat.’ Then he threw me across the floor. Before he left the house, he said, ‘Six months, Emma. Denver at 7:00 p.m., six months from this date at the Sheridan Hotel, or you and your bastard are dead, and I will find you.’”

Travis stood ramrod straight near the window with his back to her. He could feel the anger rolling off of him. Tucker was sitting on the love seat staring into space, as his knee quickly bouncing. Tate was still sitting next to her, holding her hand, looking directly through her, as if she wasn’t even there.

“So after he left…” Emma began again.

“Stop, no more! I don’t want to know any more!” Travis shouted as he flung open the front door, and walked out.

“Go to bed, Emma,” Tucker said, staring into space, bouncing his knee. But when Emma went to remove her hand from Tate’s, he latched on and held it tighter. She looked up at him, and for the time since she arrived, she saw regret. It was a powerful emotion, one she never thought to see from him, and when a tear fell from his right eye, Emma grabbed him and held him tightly. “I’m sorry, Tate.”

Tate didn’t say anything. He just held onto Emma for dear life. He held her as they walked down the hallway, into the master bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Tate didn’t say anything, as he removed her clothes, grabbing one of Tucker’s T-shirt and covering her with it. When she was in bed, Tate kissed her forehead, turned out the light on the nightstand, and walked out, leaving her alone in bed for the first time since she had arrived.

* * * *

Emma knew this night had been coming, and she had held off for as long as possible. Who wants to hear that the woman they love was beaten to a bloody pulp? She knew the boys were going to take it hard, and she was right. There was no taking back what she said. She knew that, but she still felt responsible for the pain they were all in right now.

Getting out of bed, she told herself there was no way she was letting them handle this by themselves. She had caused it. She would help fix it. Walking into the living room, she stopped, noticing that no one was there. Checking the kitchen turned up nothing, so she went to check their rooms. All were empty.

“Now where did they go?” she asked, and walked out onto the front porch. Only wearing Tucker’s shirt, the cool air nipped at her skin, sending goose bumps over her body. She looked around, and saw that their vehicles were still here, but they were nowhere in sight. Thinking they might be in the barn, Emma proceeded in that direction.

She entered quietly, walking past the stalls, till she heard them in the tack room. Slowing her pace, she tried to figure out what they were doing, because it literally sounded like they were beating the hell out of each other. Quietly walking through the door, she was relieved to find them hitting a punching bag, and not each other. She just stood there and watched.

* * * *

The moment Tate returned from putting Emma to bed, he walked out of the house, with Travis and Tucker in tow. They headed for the barn, so no one would hear them. Nobody said a word. Walking into the back room, they each stripped their shirts and shoes and within moments, they were beating the hell out of the bag. The flurry of punches never ended, as they continued hitting the thing over and over again, wishing it was the bastard who had hurt her.

Never in their entire lives had they ever wanted to kill someone, but if that bastard who hurt Emma walked in this room right now they would kill him without even blinking an eye. Fury rolled through them, blind, vicious fury. Each of them knew they had to find the son of a bitch, but they couldn’t do that and take care of Emma and Tabitha. The girls were foremost in their mind, and they were not going to allow this one sick bastard take them from them.

Travis knew come morning, he was going to have to go into town and have a talk with Sheriff Connelly. He wanted something done about this bastard immediately. He was still having a hard time coming to grips with what Emma told him. He thought that when she finally told him what had happened during the last six years, the rot in his gut would dissipate, but it was still there. Travis still felt that foreboding warning that this wicked tale was not over, and he knew Emma was the key.

He turned to grab a towel off the work bench, when he saw her standing there just looking at them. “What are you doing out of bed?” he asked angrily, his brothers turning to see Emma.

There were many things Emma knew, and the look in Travis’s eyes told her that she had made a mistake in coming to find them. She had seen that look before, and it wasn’t good. Turning to leave without saying a word, she made it two steps before Travis grabbed her and hauled her back into the tack room, slamming the door shut behind him. “I asked you a question, damn it. Answer me!” he shouted, shaking her.

“Travis, let her go,” Tucker said, walking up behind his brother. “Do it now.”

“I…I just wanted…”

“You what, Emma, what do you want?” Travis shouted, backing her against the wall, pushing her firm against it.

Tears began to fall as she saw the anguish and pain in his eyes. He was so far gone from reality, she didn’t know if she could reach him. The pain he was feeling was because of her.

So much pain.

Slamming his fist into the wall near her head, he shouted, “Answer me, damn it!”

“You, I wanted you!” Emma screamed back through the tears.

Travis pulled her into his arms and slammed his mouth down over hers. Emma didn’t have any time to question, before he thrust his tongue between her lips, sweeping the interior of her mouth, tasting her, eliciting a reaction from her. The air rushing from her lungs, she moaned as Travis carried her over to the work bench, gently laying her down on it.

Never taking his eyes off her, Travis removed his jeans. He watched as she marveled at his body, licking her lips, knowing she was now as aroused as he was. Her eyes glowed in ecstasy, the brightest blue he had ever seen. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for air. Totally naked standing before her, he moved toward her, gathering her tiny, supple body against his own, and devoured her mouth once more.

He groaned long and hard as his tongue moved swiftly into her mouth, tasting, touching every inch of her sweetness. His hands explored her body, tracing a road map for his mind, as he encountered her panties. With one hand, Travis latched onto them and ripped.

Tate and Tucker moved to either side of Emma and watched Travis take what belonged to them. Rubbing their cocks through their jeans, they watched their brother inhale Emma. Naked from the waist down, Travis removed his mouth, knelt before her, lifting her legs, and went straight for dessert.

Emma was out of her mind with hunger. She craved these men. Emma was in heaven and in hell all at the same time, wanting and needing one of them to fill her aching pussy. She craved them like whiskey. She yelped when Travis slid his hands under her, grabbing her ass, lifting her as he latched onto her clit, sucking hard. As he quickly released it, then licking her from asshole to clit, Emma thought she was about to die. He ate her like she was the last supper, eating and tasting every delicious morsel. Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head, as she tilted her hips up, begging for seconds.

Tate turned her head with the tip of her finger and lowered his mouth to hers. Need slammed into her. Her control was lost. When Emma moaned into his mouth, he growled. She watched as Tucker removed his pants, stroking himself, rubbing his cock against her breast, slapping her nipple with his dick.

Emma broke the kiss with Tate and screamed when Travis slid his very long tongue into her pussy, mimicking a fucking pattern. Her legs began to shake. Wrapped tight within her own cocoon, she knew she was about to break free. She screamed out loud, the walls of her pussy contracting and releasing, as the dam began to break. Her body was no longer her own. She was now flying. She came with such a vengeance. Travis tightened his grip on her to hold her in place, as he mopped up every juice, drinking her in. Coming back into her own body, Emma opened her eyes to see Tate and Tucker pumping their cocks. She then looked at Travis, his face covered in her own juices, as he stood stroking his cock, staring at her.

“I am going to fuck you into obedience, princess. When I’m done, you’re gonna know who’s your real master,” Travis grunted out. Picking Emma up, Travis quickly turned, sitting on the bench with Emma straddling him. He leaned back, taking Emma with him. Impaling Emma with his cock, she screamed at the force, but her screams were quickly muffled by Travis’s mouth.

Emma felt hands moving over her body, massaging her hips and ass. Her shoulders slumped into Travis as he fucked her from underneath. When she felt a cold wetness on her ass, she arched up to find Tucker behind her. “I told you seven years ago, Emma, this virgin ass was going to be mine.” He smiled, pushing her back down toward Travis.

Tucker had never seen a prettier pink rosebud in his life, and it was all his. Rubbing his finger around the hole, he slowly pushed his finger into her anus. Tight muscles instantly surrounded his finger. He wiggled his finger around her hole, making Emma moan. Travis slowly removed his finger, only to hear Emma whimper from the loss. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby. You liked my finger in your ass.”

Tucker lubed up two of his fingers, coming back for more. The burn was more apparent when he slid two of his fingers into her tight ass all the way. He slowly withdrew them, only to ram them back in again. He pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, gentle first, then rough, spreading and stretching her virgin ass. When he quickly removed his fingers, Emma moaned at the loss.

“Hurry the fuck up, Tucker, I can’t wait much longer,” Travis growled.

“Patience, big brother. Don’t want to hurt the little lady,” Tucker said, slicking his cock with lube and then rubbing it at her entrance. Emma felt Tucker lean over her body. He wrapped his arm around her waist, whispering in her ear. “Breathe for me, baby, nice and slow,” he coaxed, as the head of his cock pushed into her tight ass.

“Oh my God!” Emma shouted.

“Relax, baby. Don’t tense up. It will just hurt more. Just breathe for me. Let Travis love you. Concentrate on him,” Tucker whispered, kissing her back as he slowly pushed in another inch.

Travis grabbed Emma’s head and kissed her sweetly, taking her away from what Tucker was doing to her, but the burning pain was relentless, as Tucker would push in, only to pull back. Tucker rocked his hips until he was in balls deep, stopping to allow Emma to adjust to the sensations.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asked.

“I feel so full.” She panted, allowing the sensations to take hold. It felt so wrong being this full, but so wonderful at the same time.

“When you’re ready, let us know, but I don’t think Travis can take much more, baby.” Tucker held still, waiting for Emma to move. And then she did, pushing back into Tucker as Travis moved out. When Tucker pulled back, Travis pushed in. The feel of both of her holes being filled was overwhelming to her. Her body was not her own, but a pleasure playground, and she wanted to swing high.

Tate moved closer to her, catching her attention. When she looked up, his cock was level with her mouth, and on instinct, she opened and Tate placed his cock on her lips, allowing Emma to suck him into her mouth.

Emma’s first taste of Tate’s cock sent her body into overdrive. She began to rock into Tucker and Travis, trying to get them to move faster. She whimpered as she swirled her tongue around the tip of Tate’s cock, and then sucked him deep into the depths of her mouth.

“Holy fuck!” Tate moaned as Emma sucked his cock deep down into her mouth. “Fuck, Emma…Oh God, baby, do that again,” he shouted, and she did.

The slow pace that Tucker and Travis set was driving her mad. They set the rhythm of give-and-take as her head bobbed up and down on Tate’s cock. The taste of his cock was delicious. Emma craved more, wanted more. She licked and sucked his cock as he fucked her, moving in and out of her hot, wet mouth. Licking the underside as he pulled out, and swallowing him whole as he plunged in.

Faster and harder, the boys began to fuck her. Emma groaned as her body began to tingle with warmth. Pleasure was running through her veins. Bobbing her head up and down, taking his whole cock into her mouth and down her throat, she set a ferocious pace. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Do that again,” Tate growled. Emma once again took him deep into her mouth. “That’s it, little girl, suck my cock. Fuck yeah. Damn, your mouth is lethal, Emma. Fuck, you suck cock good.”

Her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy muscles were spasming, rippling along the cocks in her ass and pussy, and Travis and Tucker fucked her harder and harder. She felt loved, cherished, wanted. They did this to her, all three of them, loving her. Emma gave in to the pleasure, unable to stand it anymore. She let herself fly.

Screaming with Tate’s cock in her mouth, her body convulsed in a euphoric orgasm, her pussy and ass clamping down on the cocks fucking her. She felt Tate’s cock harden, and then he pushed in one more time, holding her head to him, as he shot his load of cum down her throat. Emma gulped every last drop from him, when she heard Travis and Tucker roar out their own releases.

Easing his softening cock from her mouth, Tate had to hold onto the weight bench for support. Emma just lowered her head to Travis’s chest, gasping for air. She closed her eyes, willing her body to take in the fresh air. Emma was barely aware of Tucker removing himself from her ass, or the fact that Tate came over and picked her up off Travis’s body. She was in a state of ecstasy, and she loved it.

* * * *

Emma woke the next morning sore but loving every bit of it. Surrounded by Tate and Tucker, she quietly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Jumping in the shower, she quickly washed her hair and shaved her legs. She stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. Within minutes, she had brushed her teeth and donned her clothes, ready to start a new day.

Walking down the hallway, she stopped to peek in on Tabitha to find her sleeping peacefully. Emma was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Travis walked in the back door. She watched as he removed his hat and grabbed a cup of coffee, placing a letter in front of her.

“What’s this?” Emma asked, holding the white envelope in her hand.

“I forgot to check the mail yesterday. You got mail.”

“Thanks,” Emma replied, looking at the letter addressed to her. There was no return address but it was postmarked from Billings. Her brow wrinkled, trying to remember if she knew anyone from that area, but no one came to mind.

“Problem, Emma?” Travis asked, looking up from his cup of coffee.

“No. It’s just I left in such a hurry, I never got the chance to change my address. Who could have sent me a letter?”

Travis lowered his cup, placing it on the table as he watched Emma flip the letter over to open it. Her tiny finger slid beneath the fold, and he jumped to his feet, racing to grab the letter. “Emma! Don’t open that letter!” Travis shouted as he grabbed it away from her.

“What the hell, Travis, greedy much? Give me back that letter,” Emma said angrily, reaching around his broad shoulders to grab the letter back. “Come on, Travis, let me have it back.”

“Emma, are you sure you didn’t put in a change of address?”

“Yes. I told you I didn’t have the time. Why?”

Emma watched as Travis ripped open the letter and read. Like a professional poker player, Travis didn’t show one iota of emotion. He just stood there reading, and then as if it were nothing, he walked into the living room and threw it in the fire.

“Travis Treasure Quinn, why did you do that? That was my letter,” Emma scolded him, angry that he held little regard for her personal things.

“It wasn’t for you, Emma,” Travis said, stoking the fire, making sure every last piece of paper burnt.

“It was addressed to me, not you!” she shouted.

He then turned to her. Hard steel shone through his eyes. “It wasn’t for you, Emma.”

Emma knew then it was from him, that guy. Quietly sitting on the couch, she watched the last bit of white paper burn, and then there was nothing. No remainder of what was, gone as if it had never happened. “Travis, he knows I’m here. He will come for what he wants. He made that perfectly clear.”

“He won’t come within a hundred yards of this place. Not with me and my brothers here with you all the time. Don’t worry about him anymore.”

“But that’s it, Travis. You can’t be with me or Tabitha all the time. Tabitha starts school in a couple of weeks. Are you going to be with her every minute of the day? What if I need to go into town, or there is a problem here at the ranch that requires all three of you? You can’t put your lives on hold to protect me and Tabitha. We have to be able to live, Travis. You have to be able to live.”

“I will take care of everything. Don’t you worry about it.”

“Damn it, Travis! I’m not your responsibility.”

“The fuck you’re not! You are the mother of my daughter, the woman I love, and soon to be my wife very shortly. The fuck it isn’t my right, I have every goddamn right to take care of and protect what is mine,” he shouted.

Emma sat, stunned.

She didn’t blink as she watched the man who had just professed his love and demanded marriage. She didn’t know whether laugh, cry, or get angry. Thinking maybe it was better to be nice than rip him a new ass for assuming, she replied with a coy smile, “Uh, Travis, don’t you think you should have asked me, instead of telling me what I am going to do?”

“Asked you what?”

“To marry you, you blockhead,” Tucker said, walking into the room with a cup of coffee for him and Emma. She loved looking at Tucker. He was glorious, a beautiful specimen of a man. She watched as he sauntered toward her, with his jeans hanging low on his hips, his bare feet and his gloriously naked chest. She smiled when he kissed her forehead, handing her a cup. Sitting next to her, he leaned his head on her shoulder, as if pretending to still be tired. “You know, Travis, I wonder how you ever managed to get a girl to go out with you.”

“Same goes for you, Tuck. What was it you said to Missy Carlton? Oh, wait, I remember. ‘How about you and I, ya know, whacha’ think?’ What a real Romeo you were,” Travis said, smiling.

Offended, Tucker responded, “I’ll have you know that not only did she go out with me, I even made it to second base, butthead.”

“Yeah, well I got the home run.”

“What!”

“All right, with that, I’m going to start breakfast.” Emma smiled, getting to her feet. Walking over, she reached up and kissed Travis’s cheek. “I’ll be waiting for that question. Till then, I am not your responsibility.” With that she turned and left him standing there, furious.

“Emma, wait,” Travis said, catching her arm. The warm pads of his fingers dug into her upper arm, not hurting her, but holding her tightly. His touch had always aroused her, sending sparks running through her veins.

She turned slowly, looking into his sensual eyes, seeing the man before her for the very first time in her life. Travis Quinn had always been the stronger of the brothers, so sure of everything, yet reserved, almost holding himself back from everything and everyone, even her. Yet there were times when she saw the true man inside him, and he was soulful, determined, and scary. With Travis, Emma felt things more, especially when his attention was solely on her as it was right now.

Staring at the man before her, Emma felt as if she was drowning. He held her captive within his gaze, only seeing her, the woman she truly was. He made her feel beautiful when nothing else could. He was her rock, her friend, her lover, and she loved him with every fiber in her soul. “What, Travis?”

Just then, Tate and Tabitha came running into the room. Hearing her daughter’s laughter made her smile, but she never took her eyes off Travis.

“Tabitha Quinn, you get your butt back here right now. You can’t run around with no shirt on,” Tate shouted, trying to catch the fast little imp.

“Can to, Daddy Tuck do it all the time. I’m gonna be just like my daddy!” Tabitha screamed back, running straight for the bad influence.

“Oh crap,” Tucker responded quietly as Tabby latched on to him.

“You are a young lady! Young ladies do not go around topless,” Tate said, stopping right next to Emma and Travis, who never stopped looking at each other. “Emma, help.” She heard him.

Instead of answering Tate, she said again, “You wanted something, Travis?”