Chapter Thirty-Four #2
“I’m gonna go shower,” Wilder whispered, lips brushing Emmett’s cheek in a barely-there kiss.
Wilder stood, winking at Emmett as he walked toward their bedroom.
He pushed his chair back to follow, but before he could get up, Emma’s deep groan had him snapping his gaze back onto her.
She dropped her head back for a moment, then grumbled under her breath as she met Emmett’s eyes across the table.
“Is my brother being an ass again?”
Emma rolled her eyes, her lips quirking up at one corner.
“No,” she sighed. She threw a quick glance around the room at the people surrounding them, her brows drawing together. She leaned over the table, keeping her voice low as she said, “I’m pretty sure you’d classify me as the asshole.”
“Why?” he signed.
“He wants to tell everyone.”
He felt his brows fly up.
“You don’t?”
She pursed her lips and sat back in her chair, golden eyes going unfocused.
“I don’t know.”
As much as he hated to ask, he still signed, “You afraid?”
He’d never seen her scared a single day in his life. Emma was the kind of person who walked into danger with a smile on her face.
“No,” she signed, opening and closing her hand a few times while she thought. “We just have… He’s not the biggest fan of this.”
He didn’t have to ask what she meant. Travis had never been the biggest fan of the outlaw life despite loving people who were deep in it. His brother hadn’t experienced it the way he had, so he couldn’t really blame Travis for not liking it.
“That’s why you haven’t told him, right?” Emma asked, golden eyes searching Emmett’s gaze, a caution there he wasn’t used to from her.
“I…” He shook his head, scratching his cheek. “It’s all so new.”
Emma arched a blonde brow at him. “You love him.”
A smile found his lips before he could even think about stopping it.
“Thought so,” Emma mused, her eyes gleaming mischievously. She reached across the table to squeeze his hand. “He’ll come around. Eventually.”
“For both of us,” Emmett agreed, because while his brother was stubborn, he was also steadfast in his love, and Travis had been in love with Emma for years. There was no way he was going to let anything get in the way of their happily ever after.
Emmett cleared his throat and stood, meeting Emma’s grin across the table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my boyfriend and his shower.”
Emma’s brows jumped, and then a burst of laughter escaped her, a twinkle finding her eyes as she said, “Well, go get him, then.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, grinning the whole way to Wilder’s bedroom. He walked through the door and nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight awaiting him. Wilder had just stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, drops of water running down his chest.
He didn’t even think, he just grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He reached for the button on his jeans, stilling when he heard Wilder’s low huff of laughter.
He looked up to find Wilder standing with a shoulder against the bathroom doorframe, one ankle hooked over the other, his gaze on Emmett’s hands.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Wilder said in that deep voice that always made his heart race.
Emmett dropped his hands to his sides, and when Wilder raised his gaze, he said, “You first.”
A wicked smile spread on Wilder’s face, and Emmett held his breath as he watched those big hands pull the towel loose and let it drop to the floor around Wilder’s feet.
His gaze found Wilder’s hardening cock, his own pressing against the zipper of his jeans the second he caught sight of those piercings. He was becoming addicted to them. Especially to how sensitive they made Wilder.
Wilder crossed the room in a few steps, and Emmett’s mouth dried out as he stared at Wilder, gaze locked on a part of him that made the embers inside him turn into a raging fire.
Wilder stopped in front of Emmett and hooked two fingers in the belt loops on his jeans to tug him a step closer. He tilted his head back, gaze meeting Wilder’s for a second before dropping to that mouth he needed desperately on his.
Wilder must’ve had the same thought because less than a second later, Wilder was kissing him, lips meeting Emmett’s with a hunger he felt deep inside him.
He pulled back with a gasp, blinking up at Wilder, who was looking at him with dark, hooded eyes.
He wasn’t breathing as Wilder flicked open the button on his jeans, then reached for the zipper pull.
He felt Wilder’s gaze on him and looked up, his lips parting on a silent breath as he found himself caught in dark eyes.
He needed his clothes off. He needed to feel Wilder’s skin against his.
He stepped on the backs of his shoes to get them off, then shoved down his jeans, stepping out of them to Wilder’s appreciative hum. He swallowed, tongue poking out to wet his lips.
“Fuck,” Wilder groaned, closing the gap between them and putting a hand on Emmett’s chest.
Wilder’s warmth seeped into him, his heart racing as he was pushed backward. A few steps and he bumped into the bed, and that hand didn’t leave him as he sat down, then scooted back up the bed, Wilder hoovering above him with those dark eyes staring at him as if he was his next meal.
“Remember when we danced, and you got paint all over me?”
He snorted, giving Wilder an incredulous look.
“That was all you.”
Wilder’s wicked smile sent a flurry through his belly.
“Maybe.” Wilder ran his nose along the side of Emmett’s neck, teeth scraping the underside of his jaw. “You signed something to me that day.”
He hummed, barely able to focus on Wilder’s words when he could feel the man’s hard length against his inner thigh.
Lips pressed against the spot below his ear that always sent a shiver through him, Wilder’s breath against his skin scorching as he whispered, “I know what you said.”
He froze, breath stuck in his lungs. Oh fuck.
Wilder pulled back, caging Emmett in his arms on the mattress, the wicked look in his eyes making his pulse skyrocket.
“I told you I’d figure it out.”
“Fuck,” he blurted out, frantically looking from side to side in search of an escape.
He rolled onto his front in an attempt to crawl out from under Wilder, but big hands grasped his hips and jerked him back, bringing his ass against Wilder’s groin.
He felt just how much Wilder wanted him, and once Wilder’s weight on his back pressed him into the mattress, he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, though there was no holding it back once lips found the side of his neck.
Hands slid down his back, and he couldn’t resist arching into the touch, loving Wilder’s deep groan. A second later, he was on his back, looking up at Wilder.
“Distracting enough for you?” Wilder asked, his voice a deep rumble that made Emmett forget how to breathe.
A smile teased his lips as he reached up to run his fingertips over Wilder’s lips. “If you’re trying to make me regret what I said, you’re not doing a good job of it.”
Wilder’s low chuckle had his eyes falling shut as he let it wash over him. He loved that sound.
“Why would I make you regret saying I’d distract you more if I were naked and my mouth was busy?”
Heat filled Emmett’s cheeks. Fuck. He had signed that, hadn’t he?
“I guess we should test it out,” Wilder said, making Emmett’s eyes snap open just in time to see Wilder lower his head between his legs. Wet heat closed around his cock, a slew of curses flying out of him as he grabbed a fistful of Wilder’s hair, holding on as the man fucking devoured him.
Wilder sucked him deep into his mouth, those slurping sounds sending a flash of desperate need through him.
This incredible man made his body burn with desire.
He made him yearn for his touch. Every slide of his hands, every tug on his hair, every press of his lips undid him.
Wilder unraveled him until he was laid bare before him.
Wilder owned his heart. His soul. His body. He belonged to Wilder.
He felt his orgasm building steadily and knew he needed to stop it. He needed Wilder to come with him. He needed them covered in each other’s come.
He threw a hand toward the nightstand, a frustrated groan pushing past his lips when he couldn’t reach the drawer. The heat around his cock disappeared, and then Wilder was crawling up his body, reaching across the bed to grab the bottle of lube out of the drawer.
Emmett ran his gaze down Wilder’s body, those endless abs leaving his mouth dry.
Wilder’s cock had a drop of precome on the tip that he needed to taste. He reached for Wilder, fingertips brushing over two of the piercings, Wilder’s hiss-turned-groan making him smile.
He ran his thumb across the head, catching the precome and licking it off his thumb, groaning deeply at the salty taste.
“Fuck,” Wilder hissed, dropping the lube as he grabbed Emmett by the back of his head, slamming their mouths together in a rough kiss, teeth nipping at Emmett’s bottom lip, tongue swirling around his to taste himself.
He still found it hard to believe that he could do that to Wilder. That he brought that out in him. He loved every second of it.
Wilder pulled back with a curse, hand patting around the bed for the bottle of lube, and once he found it, he poured some between them.
Wilder wrapped a hand around them and thrust into his fist, the feel of those piercings sliding against Emmett’s cock, leaving him gasping and digging his fingers into Wilder’s shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, the moan building inside him swallowed by Wilder’s mouth. He wrapped his legs around Wilder’s hips, arching up into him.
“Fuck,” Wilder groaned, his mouth dropping open as he thrust harder, faster.
“Wilder,” he whimpered.
He felt the pleasure building fast, need coursing through him as he threw his head back on a garbled moan.
It felt too good. That friction. The heat.
Those damned piercings. He didn’t know who came first, their come spilling between them and leaving him gasping for breath, his eyes falling shut as Wilder collapsed on top of him, somehow still managing to keep most of his weight off him.
“I love you,” he gasped out, barely breathing as he felt Wilder chuckle into the side of his neck.
Fingers slid into his hair, lightly jerking his head back until he was looking up into green-flecked brown eyes.
“I love you,” Wilder said. There was still an innate need in his gaze. A need Emmett recognized easily. Something he wanted to hold onto and never let go of again.
“I’m yours.”
The words were a truth he’d once feared, but now? There was no denying it. He was wholly Wilder’s, and he always would be.