Chapter Twenty-Nine
Emmett
HE KNEW what that look in Wilder’s eyes meant.
Knew it intimately. His heart raced as Wilder crossed the room, the last few people disappearing out the patio doors to yelling that made him cringe.
He almost felt sorry for Cooper. The dumbass had brought it on himself, though.
He’d clearly hurt Dove if that pained look in her eyes was anything to go by.
Emmett dropped his gaze to the ground, nerves making him wring his hands as he felt Wilder closing the gap between them.
Hands found his face, lifting his head until all he could do was stare into green-flecked brown eyes.
He wanted to map those flecks like stars in the sky.
He wanted to draw them. Paint them. If he could make a green that matched.
He doubted he could make anything that perfect.
“You alright?” Wilder asked, that deep rumble of his voice rushing over Emmett and making his knees wobble.
“Fine―” The word caught in his throat, making him clear it. “For a moment there, I thought you and Dove might have…”
Wilder shook his head, those eyes drawing him in like nothing else could.
“I mean, she’s gorgeous―” Emmett started.
“She’s not you.”
Something fluttered in his chest.
“No?”
Wilder’s thumbs brushed across Emmett’s cheeks, eyes boring into him. “No.”
He rose onto his toes, Wilder surging down to claim his mouth in a frenzied kiss, all teeth and tongues, hands grasping at each other. Wilder was kissing him where anyone could walk in and see. It sent a thrill through him, a gasp ripping from his lips.
Wilder kissed him like he wanted to explore every single part of his mouth, like he wanted to fucking devour him. He’d let him. He’d fucking let him if it meant he got more of Wilder.
“Fuck,” Wilder hissed, his breath hot against Emmett’s lips. “Come with me.”
Wilder tugged him forward, and he followed, excitement churning in his stomach when he realized where Wilder was taking him. There was no one around when they reached Wilder’s bedroom. No one to see Wilder open the door and pull him inside.
The second the door closed behind them, his back was pressed against it, Wilder’s mouth driving him crazy with need. Hands slid up under his shirt, Wilder muttering something about his blue eyes between the kisses he pressed to the side of Emmett’s neck, along his jaw.
He wrapped his hands in Wilder’s shirt, tugging on it.
Wilder moved back just far enough to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off, revealing droolworthy muscles and tanned skin, inch by delicious inch.
His hands were on Wilder’s chest before he dropped the shirt to the floor.
He brushed his fingertips over dips and curly brown hair, loving the mix of soft and coarse sensations, the hardness of Wilder’s muscles as they flexed under his touch.
Fingers wrapped around his wrists, tugging his hands away and pressing them against the door above Emmett’s head, Wilder’s gaze an endless pit of lust and that same desperate need he felt down to his bones.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” Wilder said, teeth nipping at Emmett’s earlobe.
He nodded, nails digging into the palms of his hands.
Wilder pulled back, dark eyes meeting Emmett’s gaze for a second before Wilder dropped to his knees, and he had to bite his knuckles to keep the noises threatening to leave his mouth from giving them away.
The last thing he wanted was to get caught.
He might just die if he had Wilder on his knees in front of him and they had to stop.
He flattened his hands against the door by his hips, afraid of what he might do if he got his hands on Wilder. He wouldn’t be staying silent, that was for sure.
“Don’t stop,” he gasped out.
Wilder’s eyes gleamed. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He opened his mouth, choking on his words when Wilder pulled down the zipper of his pants before popping open the button. The first brush of Wilder’s fingers against his cock had him whimpering, and when Wilder pulled his cock out of his briefs, he slapped a hand over his mouth.
Wilder’s low chuckle filled his ears. The sound was soft and just the right kind of enticing. He needed more of it. Hell, he just needed more of Wilder. Whatever Wilder was willing to give him, he’d take because he wanted it all and knew he couldn’t have it.
A hand trailing up his thigh brought his attention back to the man on his knees before him, and he wasn’t surprised to see a wry smile on Wilder’s lips when he looked down at him.
Wilder leaned in, pressing his lips to Emmett’s hip bone, the featherlight touch causing a shiver that was quickly followed by a moan.
“Wilder,” he groaned.
“Shh. I’m the only one who gets to hear you,” Wilder said, voice a deep rasp, eyes darker than the night.
Emmett nodded, pressing his lips together to keep quiet. Not that he thought he’d succeed. Not with Wilder on his knees, looking up at him as if he were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Not with―
He swallowed a groan as Wilder closed his lips around his cock, the wet heat taking his breath away. He dropped his head back against the door, biting his lip so hard the coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. He didn’t care because he needed this. Needed Wilder. More than he needed air.
Wilder’s mouth was heavenly. The heat? That tight squeeze? It was indescribable. He wasn’t going to last long when Wilder knew exactly how to push him over the edge.
Wilder slid his hands into Emmett’s pants, tugging them down to sit around his thighs, so he could grab him by the ass, jerking his hips forward and his dick down Wilder’s throat.
All he could do was hold the fuck on, nails digging into the wood of the door and likely leaving scratch marks behind.
He knew Wilder wouldn’t mind. Wilder would love that he’d made him do that.
That he could drive him so fucking crazy that he lost what scraps were left of his fractured control.
Wilder moaned around him, and he looked down, nearly choking on a whimper.
Wilder had pulled his cock out, stroking slowly while he worked his mouth on Emmett.
He got a glimpse of those piercings, and his cock twitched in Wilder’s mouth.
He could barely keep his eyes open as his orgasm barreled into him, pleasure building and exploding through his body.
He filled Wilder’s mouth with his come, the man sucking him dry with an appreciative hum that left him trembling.
He dug his fingers into the door, leaning on it, the only thing keeping his knees from buckling under him.
“Get up,” he said, his voice breathy.
Wilder cursed under his breath but stood, hands landing on either side of Emmett, boxing him in against the door. Emmett didn’t waste a second, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Wilder’s cock, fingers running over the piercings as he stroked him.
“Fuck. Em,” Wilder gasped out, pupils blown wide as he stared down at him.
“Kiss me,” he breathed.
Wilder’s mouth crashed down on his, teeth dragging across his bottom lip. He moved his hand faster, Wilder thrusting into his fist as he started to curse.
“I want to be yours,” he whispered, the words tumbling past his lips without permission.
Wilder buried his face in Emmett’s neck, breathing in deeply before he shuddered against him with a quiet shout, hot come covering Emmett’s chest and hand.
For a moment, he thought he heard Wilder whisper, “Mine,” but he knew it was only wishful thinking.
As much as he wanted Wilder to be his, to be Wilder’s, he knew he wouldn’t get to have him.
∞ ∞ ∞
He slowly blinked his eyes open, squinting at the light pouring in through the windows.
They hadn’t pulled the curtains closed last night, which was probably a blessing in disguise.
He knew Ezra wouldn’t say a word about his bed being empty, but there were others who might get up early enough to see him try to sneak back upstairs.
He sat up, putting his hands on the mattress behind him as he turned his head, taking in every inch of visible skin on the man next to him as he lay bathed in sunlight.
Wilder was sprawled on his stomach, the covers bunching around his hips, while he had an arm reaching across the bed toward Emmett.
His pulse raced as he bit his lip, considering for a long heartbeat to reach across and wake him, to see those brilliant eyes staring up at him with the same desperate need he felt.
Shaking his head, he turned and let his feet hit the floor.
He leaned down, reaching for his discarded pants.
He stuck his feet through the pant legs and stood to pull them up.
He had no concept of whether he was being quiet or not, but he didn’t want to put on his receivers.
A part of him felt like it would ruin the illusion.
He picked up his shirt, tugging it over his head before grabbing his CIs off the nightstand and shoving them into his pants pocket. He lifted his head, eyes finding Wilder’s still form, a knot forming in his throat at the thought of leaving, but he knew he had to.
He slowly opened the door and stepped out of the room, nearly colliding with someone. He snapped his head up, eyes wide as he stared at Solo. Oh, shit.
Solo’s lips were pressed into a firm line as he raised a brow at Emmett. He felt heat spread through his cheeks, and the embarrassment of having been caught doing the walk of shame made him unable to concentrate on reading Solo’s lips as he spoke.
He dug his receivers out of his front pocket and put them on, clicking the magnetic part into place behind his ears, his blush only deepening when Solo said, “You’re not supposed to be coming out of that room, are you?”
“No.”
It was reflex to answer in sign, so he opened his mouth to translate, but Solo cut him off.
“I know the sign for no,” he said, looking rather affronted. “It’s the sign Kaz demanded we all learn on day one.”
His mouth dropped open. He hadn’t known that. Kaz had learnt some ASL himself, but to know he’d taught the other bikers some, too, had a warm feeling spreading in his chest.
He heard Solo’s sigh as much as he saw it through his body, big shoulders lifting then dropping, his mouth pinched, and his face set in a grimace.
“I take it this isn’t a Dove situation?”
Emmett winced before he could help it, his voice hoarse as he forced out, “No.”
“Fuck sakes, Wilder,” Solo muttered, glaring at Wilder’s door for a second before his gaze returned to Emmett, the intensity in that look scalding.
“I get it,” Solo said with a shrug. “There aren’t many who haven’t fallen into his bed if he wanted them there, but he’s going through some stuff. Just be careful. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but… He’s not a relationship guy. He’s never been that guy.”
“I know,” Emmett said quietly.
Wilder might love his body, but he wasn’t going to keep him around forever. He’d always known that. He just hadn’t wanted to think about it too hard.