69. Emmett
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
EMMETT
I t’s been a little over six weeks since Waverly and I were shot, and every day has felt better than the last.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure Kade and I were capable of settling down in the most traditional sense of the word, but we both fell into it with ease.
But then again, our girl makes it easy. She didn’t argue when we moved her into Kade’s apartment, or when we slipped an engagement ring on her finger while she slept, or even how casually we discussed filling our home with babies in the not-too-distant future.
She seems to love our new life as much as we do.
Well, other than the fact we haven’t let her come back to the Scarlet Lounge since she was taken.
She’s been like a feisty kitten, spitting and hissing every time we say no, but we weren’t ready to let her out of our sight or home just yet.
Within the confines of the apartment, we can ensure her safety. We can control who has access to her, and we can watch her every move even when we’re not home, which is rare. One of us is always with her, and that’s something I don’t intend to change. Especially as we start growing our family.
But tonight, we relented. Kade has some surprise he wants to show us, and Waverly didn’t care as long as it meant coming back to the place we officially met. She’s also been begging to see Abigail for weeks, but we couldn’t make the times work until tonight.
Waverly tugs me further into the club, the smile spread across her face so carefree it’s miles away from the fake ones she used to give, and I can’t help but be a little smug that I’m part of the reason that smile exists.
Kade is on her other side, his eyes scanning the club for any possible threats. Tonight may have been his idea, but he’s struggling not having complete control over our girl’s safety.
As soon as the bar comes into view, Waverly slips her hand from mine and takes off toward Abigail, who drops the empty tray in her hand to hug her friend.
“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you,” Waverly says.
“Girl, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. When are you coming back to work?”
Kade opens his mouth, and I quickly smack his arm, giving him a sharp glare. We may want to control every aspect of Waverly’s life, and we do for the most part, but there are things she has to decide for herself, and this is one of them.
“I’m not sure.” She looks over her shoulder at us as if asking when we think that might be, but I just smile.
“Whenever you’re ready, Little Temptress.”
“You’re here to play tonight?” Abigail asks, a soft smirk on her lips.
Waverly nods. “Thank God. These two have been holding back on me, and I am ready for some kinky—” She’s cut off my Kade’s hand over her mouth.
“Careful what you wish for, baby girl,” he murmurs against the shell of her ear.
Abigail smirks. “Well, you three have fun. I hear the bosses set up a brand-new theme room just for you.”
Waverly and I look to Kade, who just shrugs and takes Waverly’s hand, dragging her further into the club. What the hell does he have planned for us? And why hasn’t he told me what it is?
Fucker.
I wave to a couple of the regulars I’ve gotten to know over the years I’ve been coming here, but I’m focused on my girl.
She’s right. We’ve been holding back since she was hurt, and both Kade and I have been able to tell how frustrated she’s been. But we wanted to wait until after she had her appointment this week to reintroduce rough sex.
And it’s not like we’ve been holding out on her altogether. She still gets at least one of us daily, but we haven’t been sharing her, which has been a bone of contention the last couple of weeks.
Kade guides us through the doors into the back hallway, past the scenes playing out in rooms with windows, until he pauses at a door just past them.
Confusion tugs at me when I notice some chairs in front of the wall, but I don’t get a chance to ask my brother about them before he turns to us.
“This wall has been upgraded to include a panel that doubles as a window. I know how much you love to watch, brother, and our girl seems to have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, so the option is there.”
Waverly’s cheeks turn the most delectable shade of pink, which has Kade smirking as he shoves the door open and drags us both inside.
It takes me long moments to understand what I’m looking at, and when I do, a surprised laugh escapes me, dragging Waverly’s wide eyes up to mine.
“What the fuck is this?” I gesture to the confessional booths filling the middle of the space. Except where there would normally be two, there are three. The doors are wide open, showing the inside of the booths. The wooden benches you’d normally find are only in the outside booths, while the middle one has a simple leather cushion in the center on the floor.
The lattice panels are on both sides of the center booth, but there are also holes on either side, about what you would expect from a glory hole.
My eyes widen as the purpose of the room settles over me, and I turn to stare at my brother, who looks so fucking smug.
“I thought we agreed you were going to stop mocking my religion,” I snap.
“I’m not mocking it! I’m just making it a little more fun.” He wraps his arm around Waverly’s shoulders and pulls her toward the wooden booths. “Plus, when I spoke to Elias about it, he said there are a surprising number of members that have a priest kink.”
“Probably because of the hot priest they’ve seen around the club the last couple of years,” Waverly throws back at me.
“Pastor,” I reply half-heartedly. “I’m a pastor.”
“Same difference,” they say at the same time.
The two of them are going to be the death of me if they keep ganging up on me like this, and yet I follow them anyway.
Kade points to the cushion in the middle booth. “You’ll kneel there. There’s just enough room that you’ll be able to take both our cocks through those holes.”
Her cheeks redden as he explains the mechanics of the booths, but she doesn’t hightail it out of here, so I take that as a good sign.
“What do you say, babe? You want to make Emmett’s dreams come true?” Kade asks.
I throw him a glare over Waverly’s head, but I have to admit the idea is growing on me. I’ve never thought to sexualize my religion, and honestly, this might lose me some points with the big man upstairs, but I can’t pretend my cock isn’t hardening at the idea of fucking her in this thing.
“So what exactly is it?” Waverly asks, her voice shaking slightly.
“It’s a glory hole confessional,” Kade replies proudly. “Now, what do you think? Want an audience while we use your holes like a whore?”