“Don’t worry. I’ll wash yourealgood,” 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.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Emmett
FINGERS CARDED slowly through his hair, his head in Wilder’s lap as they watched TV. They’d spent the day on the couch, relaxing and talking. Well, they’d spent a good amount of time in Wilder’s bed, too. He certainly hadn’t had any complaints.
The others hadn’t returned from their run yet, but he knew Miles would get off work soon. Ezra was the only one who was home, and he had dropped by the kitchen a few times during the day, always looking for more snacks, but other than that, they’d been alone.
There were still questions he wanted to ask Wilder before the others returned. He had endless questions, but there was one he kept coming back to.
“How did you end up in the club?”
Wilder’s gaze cut to his, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He should’ve asked before, but it had seemed like one of those big questions you had no right to ask someone you’d only just met. Considering everything they’d done last night and today, he figured it was safe to ask now.
“Uh.” Wilder leaned back. “I was on the streets for a while, and then the Disciples found us and brought us to their shelter.”
“Us?”
The tick in Wilder’s jaw had him sitting up, considering whether he should reach for Wilder’s hand or not.
“Jane,” Wilder said, voice cracking and making him clear his throat. He shook his head slightly, then looked up at Emmett. “We met on the streets. Didn’t know what love was before her.”
Emmett swallowed hard. “Are you?Were you in love with…?”
It would make more sense why he was so pissed about Solo and Jane’s betrayal, right? The silence didn’t help his poor heart. He didn’t want Wilder to be in love with anyone else.
“In love? With my sister?”
Wilder raised his dark brows at him, amusement shining in his eyes.
Emmett squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head into his hands. Right. Sister.Urgh.
Wilder’s huff of laughter had him looking between his fingers at him. Wilder looked much too amused.
He grabbed a pillow, using it to hit Wilder in the shoulder, and lost it to him in less than two seconds. Wilder grinned and threw the pillow out of Emmett’s reach.
“Hey!”
Wilder’s hands closed around his thighs, jerking Emmett into his lap. One hand cupped the side of his face, thumb tracing his bottom lip and bringing a needy sound out of him. Wilder surged forward, mouth slamming against Emmett’s. His stomach tightened, heat rushing through his body as that devious tongue tangled with his.
“Wilder,” he protested, groaning against his lips.
He pulled back, and when Wilder followed, chasing his mouth, he put a hand over his face to push him away.
“No. I’m trying to have a conversation here.”
Wilder grunted, pulling Emmett’s hand away and trapping it behind his back, making his back arch and pushing his chest closer to Wilder. “I can multitask.”
“As tempting as that is?” It was. It really fucking was. “?We both know exactly how that would end.”
“Very well for both of us?”
His deadpan look only made Wilder chuckle and press a kiss to his lips. He cursed himself as he leaned into the kiss, wanting more. So much more.
