Chapter Twenty-Six
Wilder
EMMETT’S FACE was relaxed as he slept, lips parted on a heavy breath, color in his cheeks.
Granted, he was a bit of a furnace compared to Emmett, who was plastered against him, or rather, he was plastered to Emmett, arm and leg wrapped around him to keep him close.
There was a different kind of softness to Emmett as he slept, and why that made his chest feel both lighter and full at the same time, he didn’t know.
Didn’t really care as long as it stayed that way.
Before falling asleep last night, Emmett had made him find out how Dash and Alvis were doing.
When he’d told Emmett that Dash had a broken wrist and Alvis had taken quite a few blows and would be black and blue for a while, the guilt flashing across Emmett’s face had tugged so fucking hard at his heart.
He was damned proud of those boys and grateful beyond belief.
They’d held their ground long enough for him to get there in time.
He could never thank them enough for that.
Kaz had placed them in a safehouse in York, and he knew they’d be taken good care of, even if they fought back against getting help.
He remembered feeling like that once. Like he couldn’t trust others’ intentions to be good.
Especially if they got nothing out of it.
Jane had been the spark of his learning to trust. To care.
He hated how those memories felt tainted now.
He ran the tips of two fingers across Emmett’s forehead, brushing his hair back.
Emmett’s brows furrowed, and he sucked in a breath, black lashes fluttering as he blinked his eyes open.
Dark blue stared up at him for a moment, then Emmett pulled out of his arms, and he had to hold himself back from dragging Emmett right back against him, and sat up instead.
“We fell asleep,” Emmett mumbled, his voice croaky.
He watched as Emmett pushed onto an elbow, eyes hazy with sleep as he blinked at Wilder.
“Yes,” he signed.
Emmett’s brows furrowed, causing a line to form between them. It was cute. There wasn’t a single fucking thing he didn’t like about this man.
“And you’re still in bed.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, wishing he knew the signs, so Emmett didn’t have to lipread first thing in the morning, especially when he looked half-asleep.
“I kick in my sleep,” Emmett mumbled, dropping his face into his pillow.
He hadn’t woken from any kicks, but from the looks of it, he’d held onto Emmett pretty tight.
He’d woken when the others returned late last night and gone to ask if there was any news, but one look at their somber faces and he’d known they were no closer to figuring out what was going on.
He so wished he could tell Emmett he was safe, that he didn’t have to worry anymore.
He reached for Emmett, running his fingertips along his shoulder blade, down the soft skin of his back, loving the catch in Emmett’s breath. He leaned down, putting his lips on the side of Emmett’s neck, kissing his way down to his shoulder.
Emmett groaned and turned onto his back, looking up at Wilder with those big, beautiful eyes that always regarded him with a reverence he wasn’t sure he deserved.
“You OK?” he signed, watching Emmett’s expression carefully.
Emmett nodded, lips parted on a heavy breath. He reached for his CIs on the nightstand. He put them on and turned back to Wilder, eyes roaming over his chest, then further down.
“You don’t have to.”
A smile tugged at Emmett’s lips as he met Wilder’s gaze. “I know. I want to hear you.”
Fuck.
Need coursed through him, making him itch to put his hands back on Emmett. To touch every damned inch of the man. He’d never been with someone who could undo him the way Emmett did―so fucking effortlessly. Emmett didn’t even mean to, and that only made Wilder want him that much more.
Muffled sounds from the living room had Emmett’s gaze snapping to the door as he rolled onto his side.
He wrapped an arm around Emmett’s waist, fingers skipping over soft, warm skin.
He leaned down to press a kiss to Emmett’s shoulder, committing the sound of Emmett’s soft inhale to memory.
He fucking loved that sound. Every sound Emmett made, really.
“It’s just Ezra. They’re all out on a run,” he said, kissing a path up the side of Emmett’s neck. “Miles is at work.”
Emmett hummed, his breath catching when Wilder moved his hand down, fingers brushing along the top of his thigh.
“Wilder,” Emmett breathed, head falling back against his shoulder.
“What do you want?”
“Everything.”
The answer started a fire inside him, burning through every nerve ending until he could barely breathe. He slid his hand across Emmett’s stomach, finding him already hard for him. He wrapped his hand around Emmett’s cock, stroking languidly while he skimmed his teeth over the shell of Emmett’s ear.
Emmett moaned and bucked into his hand, precome making his strokes easier.
He slowed his movements, running his thumb over the head on every upstroke.
He was in full control until Emmett pushed his ass back against him, sliding his cock right between those divine cheeks.
A groan escaped him, and he released Emmett’s cock to grab him by the hip, holding him still while he thrust against him.
Sliding between those cheeks felt amazing. Fuck. He needed inside Emmett.
“That what you want?” he groaned into the crook of Emmett’s neck, voice rough with the lust burning inside him.
“Yes,” Emmett gasped out. “Please.”
Was he trying to kill him? Make him snap? He was pretty damned close to succeeding. Fuck!
He pulled back, throwing the covers off them because fuck that.
He wanted to see Emmett. He wanted to see all of that glorious body.
He slid between Emmett’s legs, looking down at his body, taking in that flushed pale skin.
Mapping out every birthmark, every freckle, and that barely-there blond hair trailing under his navel.
“Fuck,” he hissed, the fingers wrapping around his cock making his hips punch forward.
Emmett’s sly grin made him wrench that hand off him so he could grab Emmett by the backs of his knees, jerking him down the bed until he was flat on his back, and then he pushed those knees apart to look at him.
His cock was long and hard, his thighs covered in dark blonde hair.
Every damned part of Emmett was gorgeous. Downright perfect. So fucking perfect.
He didn’t hesitate to suck two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet before slipping them into the groove of those cheeks he wanted to bite into. He might do that later. Right now, he needed Emmett writhing and begging for him.
A low moan came from Emmett, and Wilder snapped his gaze up just in time to catch the moment he slid one finger inside Emmett, his plump pink lips parting on a choked breath, blue eyes widening for a moment before Emmett threw his head back with a breathless groan.
Emmett clenched tight around Wilder’s finger, drawing him in further while he cursed under his breath, gaze dropping to watch as he got Emmett ready for him.
He added a finger, Emmett pushing back against him to speed him up. He never wanted to hurt Emmett, but he trusted him enough to take his cues from him, so when he had three fingers pumping easily in and out of Emmett and he was begging for more, he was ready to replace those fingers with his cock.
Emmett whimpered, lashes fluttering as he looked up at Wilder with nothing but carnal need in his eyes, cock leaking onto his stomach, body pliant and waiting for him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Emmett,” he said, hearing the absolute awe in his own voice. There was no getting around that. Not when Emmett looked up at him with those brilliant blue eyes, like he wasn’t even sure Wilder was real.
He was the one who still didn’t understand why someone as brilliant, kind, and loving as Emmett even bothered to look at him twice. Least of all, take him into his bed. He wanted to show Emmett exactly how gorgeous and deserving he thought he was.
He leaned over the bed to wrench open the drawer in his nightstand, quickly finding a condom packet and pulling back to rip it open.
He didn’t waste any time rolling it down his hard length, biting his lip at how sensitive he was, especially with the piercings.
He glanced up, finding Emmett’s gaze on his hands and cock, that flush in his cheeks nearly undoing him.
He reached for the lube, covering his cock and trying not to come when Emmett’s tongue poked out to lick his lips, eyes trained on Wilder’s cock.
He dropped down next to Emmett and tugged him into his lap. He needed Emmett on top. He needed Emmett to see him, to know what Emmett was thinking, what he wanted. Most importantly, he needed Emmett to see just how fucking much he wanted him.
He caught a glimpse of flushed cheeks before a fist wrapped around his cock and drew his attention between them to watch as Emmett guided him inside that tight heat he never wanted to leave.
“Oh, fuck,” Emmett hissed, head falling back on his shoulders as he took Wilder inside him.
He ran his hands up Emmett’s sides, loving the way he arched into his touch.
Emmett’s hands rested on his chest as he took his cock in short, slow movements.
Emmett’s small gasps tore at his control, fraying it with rapid speed.
He needed more of that. He needed to hear Emmett scream his fucking name.
He planted his feet on the mattress, hands finding Emmett’s hips, digging in as he looked his fill of the man, gaze running over that gorgeous body.
He was all curves and supple skin. Perfect.
Emmett was fucking perfect. He loved that he could grab Emmett by the hips and not feel bones.
There was something to hold onto, and he did, jerking Emmett back onto his cock while he thrust up into Emmett’s tight heat.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he gasped out. “So fucking good.”
Emmett moaned in response, the sound sending a delicious shiver through him.
He wanted to hear it again and again. He’d never tire of hearing Emmett’s sounds as he let go.
It was raw. It was so fucking real. That’s what Em was to him: real.
There was nothing fake about him. No hidden agenda.
No secrets. Emmett was unapologetically himself, and he loved him for it.
“Wilder,” Emmett gasped, his voice a breathless rasp.
He watched as Emmett threw his head back, a moan ripping from his throat as he came, spilling onto Wilder’s chest.
“Fuck, Em,” he groaned, holding tighter onto Emmett’s hips as he drove his cock deep inside him over and over, Emmett’s wanton sounds pushing him straight over the edge and into blissful oblivion.
Pleasure burst through his body, leaving him gasping for breath as his hips stilled, his pulse tripping when Emmett pressed his face into the crook of his neck.
He wrapped his arms around Emmett, keeping the smaller man against him, fingers slipping into Emmett’s hair.
“That’s why I wanted to hear you,” Emmett said in a near-whisper, lifting his head just enough to meet Wilder’s gaze.
“What?”
Emmett smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the corner of Wilder’s mouth, sending a flurry of butterflies through his stomach.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever said my name like that before,” Emmett said.
“Like what?”
He knew. He fucking knew, but he wanted to hear it from Emmett.
Emmett shook his head, red tinting his cheeks before he hid his face in Wilder’s shoulder. He couldn’t have that.
He rolled Emmett underneath him, hand still buried in his hair to tug his head back a little. Just enough to make Emmett meet his gaze.
“Like you’re divine? Like I can’t get enough of you? Of your body?”
Emmett stared into his eyes for a bit, as if he was looking for something. If it were signs of deceit, he sure as fuck wouldn’t find any.
Emmett swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple drawing Wilder’s attention to his throat. Mmm… he needed to bite that, too. Later.
“Yes,” Emmett finally answered with a rasp in his voice that made Wilder snap his gaze up. Those blues were watching him closely, a softness to them he wanted to see more of.
His lips rose in one corner before he pressed a kiss to Emmett’s mouth, drawing a quiet moan out of him.
He kept kissing Emmett, feeling fingertips running over his body, across muscles and hair.
Through the come on his chest. He kissed Emmett until they were both in need of air, and then he kissed him a little more, just because he could.
He pulled back, gasping for breath, and took a long look at the disheveled man under him before he lay down next to him with a quiet sigh. Everything felt… perfect. He knew nothing was truly perfect, but it was as if being with Emmett made that okay, too.
“I vote for a shower,” Emmett mumbled before turning his face into his pillow.
“Nap first.” He reached for the covers, pulling them up over Emmett. “Shower later.”
He ran his fingers down Emmett’s back, making circles on pale skin until Emmett shivered and looked up over his shoulder at him with a raised brow.
“Don’t worry. I’ll wash you real good,” he purred, wagging his brows at Emmett.
Emmett’s pillow hit him in the face, and he laughed as he dragged a yelping Emmett back against his chest.
Emmett turned in his arms and looked up at him with a soft look in his eyes, he wanted to see every day.
He wanted Emmett to always look at him like that.
Like nothing else mattered, because in that moment, it was just the two of them.
It was just them in their own little world where there was nothing but happiness. He never wanted it to end.