He grasped at Wilder, barely able to keep his eyes open while Wilder drove his cock deep inside him, but needing almost desperately to hold his gaze, to know exactly who was fucking him. He needed to see that uncontrollable desire in Wilder’s eyes as he brought them both to that inevitable edge. He didn’t want it to stop, but he could feel it creeping up on him, the pleasure reaching that crescendo, pushing him to his limits.
“Hold on,” Wilder ordered, that husky voice doing nothing to help him.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Wilder shifted under him, hands sliding up his hips to lift him, pulling him up onto Wilder’s thighs, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside him.Fuck.
“Wild?” he cut off with a deep groan as Wilder pulled back and slammed into him. A hand wrapped around his cock, the fast strokes undoing him. He moaned over and over as Wilderfucked him through his orgasm, the ripples of pleasure robbing him of breath and leaving him a gasping mess.
Wilder’s breath hitched, and he buried his face in the side of Emmett’s neck, hips punching faster, harder, for a few moments before he stilled with a muffled shout. He slid his fingers into Wilder’s hair, panting for breath as he held on, not wanting to let go. They stayed like that for a while, and he knew he was exactly where he wanted to be. Where he needed to be. He felt complete in a way he couldn’t explain. He didn’t even dare to try.
A whiny sound escaped him when Wilder moved off him, but that smug grin he received in return was enough to make him drop his head back on the mattress with a grunt. Wilder’s low huff of laughter made it hard to keep from smiling. There was just something about this man. Something he couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, explain. He just decided to enjoy this moment, dropping his head back on the bed, a smile etched on his face.
He heard Wilder in the bathroom and knew he needed to clean himself up, too, but his body felt both heavy and extremely light at the same time. He’d never felt better. Well, except maybe when he’d had Wilder pressed against him.
It wasn’t long before Wilder appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, a wry smile on his lips. Emmett pushed up on his elbows with a groan, figuring it was his turn.
“Stay,” Wilder said, making Emmett’s heart take flight.
Wilder walked closer, motioning for Emmett to lie down, and that’s when he noticed the wet rag in Wilder’s left hand. Was he…? Did he mean stay on the bed or stay the night? He didn’t know how to ask, so he kept his mouth shut while Wilder got on the bed to clean him up.
He waited for the embarrassment to hit, but it kept being thwarted by the way Wilder looked at him with nothing but soft affection. It thoroughly disappeared when Wilder met his gazefor a moment before lowering his head and pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, before leaving to drop the rag in the bathroom.
Wilder returned to pull the covers loose, and as he crawled back into bed next to Emmett, he pulled the covers over both their bodies, plastering himself against Emmett’s side.
He turned to face Wilder, trying to meet the man’s gaze.
“I haven’t had anyone take care of me after in… I don’t even know how long,” he muttered, knowing full well he was blushing from the heat he felt in his cheeks.
“I’ll always take care of you,” Wilder said, looking at him as if he needed him to believe him.
He curled into Wilder’s side, wishing those words were true. Wishing he could have this?have Wilder?forever.
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 eyesopen. 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.
