“I’m not asking for myself. I know what Wilder does and why he does it. It’s who he is, and I wouldn’t want him to change for anything in the world. I don’t care about not knowing where they’re going and what they’ll be doing because I knowwhythey do it. You, on the other hand? Mr. Has-To-Know-Everything? How are you coping with it?”
Miles’s lips twitched, and he leaned back, the chair creaking under him. “A few months ago, I would’ve saidnot at all. Now? I don’t need details because I know, if I ask, Kaz will tell me. That’s the part I struggled with. Him not telling me, and once I could trust that he would, my worries got smaller and smaller.” Miles shrugged, smiling for a moment before he turned serious again. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still terrified that something’s going to happen to him. I just don’t worry about details and things I can’t control.”
The rumble of a whole lot of motorcycles coming up the driveway had Miles snapping his head up, Emmett laughing at him under his breath.
“Youdon’tworry?”
Miles flipped him off with a low mutter that only made him laugh harder.
“Oh, he worries,” Kian yelled out, stepping into the living room and making a beeline for the kitchen. That man and his food. Emmett shook his head, a smile on his lips.
“Fuck off, both of you,” Miles said, his lip thrust out in a pout.
Others started milling into the room, Emmett’s gaze catching on Kaz for a moment before his heart took flight. Wilder’s face split in a wide smile when he saw him, and he was across the room in mere seconds. Emmett tilted his head back for a kiss, grinning against Wilder’s lips when big hands cupped his face.
“You look good,” Wilder said, his voice a deep hum.
He pulled back to look up at Wilder, taking in the flush in his cheeks and the hair flattened by his helmet.
“You look delightfully rumpled.”
Wilder chuckled and stole a quick kiss before straightening with a soft sigh.
Low voices made him look toward Miles and Kaz, unsurprised to find Kaz with a hand on the back of Miles’s chair as he leaned down. Kaz pressed a kiss to Miles’s cheek, moving back only to get jerked down by Miles’s hand fisted in his shirt. Emmett looked away before he could catch a glimpse of tongues, turning his attention to Wilder.
“Everything good?”
Wilder nodded and leaned back against the table, facing Emmett.
“Yeah. We stopped by the gym. Kaz wants everyone there tomorrow to make sure everything is set and ready for the opening on Monday.”
Emmett pursed his lips, nodding slowly.
“I might want to do a few touch-ups.”
“I’ll bring you tomorrow,” Wilder said, reaching out to run his fingertips down the side of Emmett’s face before leaning in for a much too chaste kiss.
When Wilder pulled back, he followed only to be stopped by a hand sliding into his hair and gently jerking his head back. He looked up at Wilder, a fire starting inside him at how Wilder watched him, green-flecked eyes dark and filled with wicked promises.
“Later, Darlin’,” Wilder drawled, a smile pulling at his lips.
He wasn’t even embarrassed by the sigh that escaped him.
He watched Wilder walk away, crossing the room to talk to Kaz and a few of the others. He shook his head with another sigh and turned his gaze on Miles.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” Miles said, his smile soft.
Emmett grinned back at him. “Oh, I’m happy.”
“Oh?” Miles’s brows lifted, and he scooted his chair closer, lifting his glass to his mouth.
“Let’s just say he’s, uh… ribbed for my pleasure.”
Miles inhaled his drink and spat it all over the table. His laughter earned him a glare from Miles, but it was soon forgotten.
“So, he’s…?”
“Pierced?” he supplied with a wiggle of his brows. “Oh, yeah.”
