Chapter 41
CHAPTER FOURTY-ONE
Wilder
HE WALKED through the front door of the clubhouse and hung up his helmet before continuing inside. Laughter from the living room propelled him in that direction. He could hear Dash’s deep laugh mingling with Emmett’s bright one, a huff letting him know Alvis was present as well.
The boys had not been happy at the safe house, so he’d brought them here to stay while they healed.
While they, hopefully, learned that kindness wasn’t a transaction.
As much as he wanted them to stay here for good, he didn’t know if they wanted to.
The decision was theirs in the end, though considering how much they both seemed to like Emmett, he thought there might be a good chance they’d stay.
He leaned a shoulder against the doorway, a smile spreading on his lips as he watched the three of them.
Emmett and Alvis were sitting on the couch while Dash was in constant movement.
That boy just couldn’t sit still. Emmett was teaching Dash and Alvis to sign while Alvis was teaching Emmett the language the boys had made up themselves.
Three pairs of eyes swiveled in his direction when he stepped into the room. Only one lingered.
He crossed the room, eyes locked on the man he loved, warmth filling him at the smile he received in turn as Emmett stood and rounded the coffee table.
“Hello, Darlin’.”
He slid a hand into Emmett’s hair, heart pounding as Emmett’s eyes fell closed and he leaned into his touch. He pressed a soft kiss to Emmett’s lips before pulling back. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alvis tugging on a grumbling Dash, leading him out of the patio door.
A low huff of laughter brought all his attention back to Emmett, blue eyes sparkling up at him.
He drew in a deep breath, a groan building in his chest. “You smell good.”
“You smell like you’ve been on the road for hours,” Emmett said, wrinkling his nose.
“I have,” he said, burying his face in the side of Emmett’s neck, hands sliding up his back. The gang had gone quiet again, the SUVs having disappeared along with all the men. He didn’t like it one bit.
“You shouldn’t be riding so much,” Emmett said, the concern in his voice making him smile.
He leaned back and arched a brow at Emmett. By now, he knew damned well there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep him safe, and if riding for hours on end was what kept him safe, he would do it.
Emmett sighed, looking mighty close to rolling his eyes at him. It only made him smile wider. He’d already gotten a whole week of bed rest out of him. He wasn’t getting any more.
“I love you.”
Emmett’s eyes twinkled as he smiled. He rose up on his toes and planted a soft kiss on Wilder’s lips. “I love you, too.”
Emmett arched a brow at him.
“Even if you run off the kids.”
Wilder shrugged. “I run off a lot of people.”
Emmett’s expression turned serious. He put his hands on Wilder’s chest, the man’s warmth soaking into him and making him breathe easier.
“Their loss,” Emmett said.
“I don’t care. As long as you stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Emmett said it with such certainty. As if there couldn’t possibly be any other option.
He buried his nose in Emmett’s hair and breathed in deeply. He would never get enough of that sweet, creamy scent. He was using Emmett’s shampoo now, too, loving that he could smell it on himself the whole day.
“You ready for tomorrow?”
“Yes? But also no?”
He tugged Emmett up against his body with a low chuckle. “They’ll love you. They’ve been dying to meet you.”
Emmett rolled his eyes. “I’ve met them before.”
“Not as my man.”
Just saying the words made his heart speed up.
There was a sparkle in those blues as Emmett met his gaze. “Your man, huh?”
“You fucking know it,” he said with a low growl in his voice.
Emmett pushed onto his toes, brushing his nose against Wilder’s.
“I want to be yours,” Emmett said against his lips, sending his heart into a frenzy, “Forever.”
There was nothing he wanted more.
He slammed their mouths together, hand on the back of Emmett’s head as he slipped his tongue between his lips, showing Emmett with his mouth and hands just how much he wanted him. How much he needed him.
Emmett pulled back, and Wilder grinned as he watched him wrinkle his nose.
“You really do smell.”
He huffed out a laugh and held up a hand.
“Want to come shower with me?”
Emmett didn’t respond. He just grabbed Wilder’s hand and pulled him toward their bedroom. They were both naked by the time he reached into the shower to turn on the water. He looked over his shoulder, grinning when he found Emmett leaning back against the sink, eyes locked on his ass.
Emmett’s gaze rose to meet his, and Wilder’s knees nearly buckled when red didn’t tint Emmett’s cheeks, and instead, his lips tilted into a wry smile.
He waggled his brows at him. “Like what you see?”
Emmett chuckled and said, “Obviously.”
He stepped in front of Emmett, intent on pulling him into the shower with him, but Emmett scratching behind his ear made him still. He reached for Emmett’s hand, pressing a kiss to his fingers.
“Do you want them off?”
Emmett arched a brow at him. “I don’t plan on getting them wet.”
“I meant after the shower.” He leaned in, running his nose along the line of Emmett’s jaw, his voice coming out low and husky. “You’re louder without them.”
He could hear Emmett swallow, and when he pulled back, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find him blushing furiously.
Without sound, Emmett had no volume control. It didn’t matter if Emmett was loud or quiet; he ate that shit up either way. He fucking loved every single sound he got out of his man.
He removed Emmett’s receivers and put them safely next to the sink, then dragged Emmett with him into the shower and under the hot water.
He took great care to wash Emmett’s hair and body, that vanilla scent filling the air around them and making him smile to himself. He pressed his nose into the crook of Emmett’s neck, breathing in deeply, hands sliding across Emmett’s wet skin.
Emmett groaned and dropped his head back against Wilder’s shoulder, and he took full advantage, lips and teeth moving down the side of his neck. Emmett whispered his name and rocked back against him, drawing a hiss out of him when his cock slid against soft, wet skin.
He needed to see Emmett come apart. He needed to see his face as he worked to make him as loud as possible.
He put his hands on Emmett’s hips and turned him around, pressing him against the shower wall. Emmett hissed when the cold tiles touched his back, eyes darkening as he looked up at Wilder.
He caught Emmett’s lips in a claiming kiss, teeth nipping, tongues swirling in a dance he never wanted to end.
He reached between them, the soap on his hand working in their favor as he wrapped his fingers around Emmett’s hard length, stroking slowly.
“Wilder,” Emmett groaned, nails digging into his shoulders.
Emmett dropped his gaze while Wilder watched his face, loving that flush of his skin, that glistening bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He surged down, claiming that lip for himself, sucking it into his mouth to Emmett’s breathy moan.
He felt Emmett’s hand slide down his chest, and then slick fingers wrapped around his cock, brushing over the piercings and drawing a gasp out of him. He rolled his hips, thrusting into Emmett’s fist, groaning when Emmett tightened his grip.
“Fuck, Em,” he whimpered, knowing Emmett would feel his lips moving against his mouth.
They stroked each other’s cocks, their gasps and moans echoing against the tile walls, those wanton sounds and Emmett’s fingers expertly working his cock, had him teetering right on the edge, but he needed Emmett to go over it with him.
Emmett whimpered against his lips as he brushed the pad of his thumb across the head of his cock.
He moved his hand faster, listening to Emmett’s groans and pleas.
It sent a burst of need through him, and he grasped Emmett’s chin, bringing his mouth down on Emmett’s in a hard kiss, tongue pushing past his lips.
Emmett gasped his name, jaw going slack as his eyes locked on Wilder’s, pupils swallowing most of that vivid blue. It threw him right over that edge along with Emmett, his orgasm taking his breath away as pleasure exploded through his body.
He put a hand on the tile wall, resting his forehead against Emmett’s as their panting breaths mingled, the hot water beating down on them, washing away their release.
“Wilder?”
He pulled back, meeting hazy, blue eyes as Emmett rested the back of his head against the wall, looking up at him with the kind of affection he was going to make sure he earned every single damned day of his life.
He brushed his fingertips across Emmett’s face, his heart tripping over itself when Emmett closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
He lowered his head, lips finding Emmett’s mouth. He kissed Emmett with everything he had; all the love and desire he felt, his chest light but full.
Emmett’s fingers tangling in his hair nearly brought him to his knees, the touch soft and almost reverent.
He didn’t know how, but Emmett thought the world of him, thought him worthy of his love.
He wanted to enjoy every single moment he had with this man.
He wanted to spend his days dancing with him, swaying to music, or in the silence.
He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, bringing Emmett with him. He didn’t bother stopping to dry them off. They’d need to change the sheets either way.
When he lay Emmett down on the bed, it was to run his gaze over his body, taking in every curve, every dip and dimple, with nothing but reverence.
He loved that body, most importantly, because it was Emmett’s.
It was the man he loved, the man he swore to worship until his dying breath, because the love Emmett reflected back at him let him know that he was worthy of it. That he was worthy of it all.
As long as Emmett looked at him with love in those sapphire eyes, he knew where he belonged.
His future had never been clearer, even if he didn’t know all the details, because Emmett was all he truly needed.
He’d found his home. Emmett had dug inside his chest and discovered a heart that so desperately needed the softness and trust he so readily gave.
He’d been so afraid of losing his heart that he’d nearly forgotten it existed.
Looking down at Emmett now, he knew he’d never stood a chance. Darkened strands plastered to Emmett’s forehead, his creamy skin glistening from drops of water, those sincere eyes watching him and taking in the moment same as him, somehow knowing what was on his mind.
Emmett reached for him, palm warm against his cheek.
“Yours,” Emmett said on a whispered breath, that soft cadence washing over Wilder and filling his stomach with butterflies.
“Yours,” he echoed, ensuring Emmett could see his lips moving, and then he lowered his head to press their lips together. Emmett was his, but above all else, he was Emmett’s.