A gleam entered Miles’s eyes, and he leaned conspiratorially closer. “What kind of piercing?”
“Barbells. Six of them.”
Miles’s eyes widened comically.
“Six?” Miles muttered. “How is it?”
“It’s fucking amazing.”
Miles pursed his lips, eyes going hazy for a long moment, and then he pushed out of his chair. “Kaz?”
Emmett spluttered out a laugh as he watched Miles trudge after Kaz.
“What’s that about?”
Emmett looked up at the man he couldn’t get out of his head. The man who could turn him on with a look. The man who owned his fucking heart.
A grin spread across his face.
“I think he’s gonna ask Kaz to get his dick pierced.”
Wilder blanched, eyes blinking his only movement for a long second. He cleared his throat, gaze snapping onto Emmett.
“Say what now?”
He shrugged. “Miles asked about you, so I told him about your piercings.”
Wilder’s lips quirked up on one side, and he slid into Miles’s vacant chair, green flecks sparkling in the overhead light.
“Oh?” Wilder mused, eyes dark as he trailed them over Emmett’s face. “And what did you tell him about it?”
Emmett licked his lips and leaned closer, gaze holding Wilder’s as he spoke low. “I told him how fucking good it feels to have you inside me.”
A hand found his knee under the table, and he had to bite his tongue as it slid further up his thigh. Hot breath fanned across his face, and then Wilder’s teeth skimmed the top of his ear.
“I could bend you over this table right here. Fuck you in front of everyone so they could see just how fucking desperate you are for me. They could hear those uncontrollable sounds you make when you’re close. They’d hear you screaming my name over and over and over, because I wouldn’t stop.”
Emmett dug his fingers into the arms of his chair, one of those sounds threatening to escape his lips.
“But I won’t,” Wilder said, nose brushing the side of Emmett’s neck.
“Wilder,” he croaked out, eyes snapping open when the hand disappeared as well as the heat from Wilder’s body against his.
Wilder was looking mighty proud of himself, and he was on the cusp of cursing him out when Emma sat down across from them.
“You good?” she asked, brows creased. “You look a little flushed. Don’t tell me you’ve got a fever?”
The concern in her voice brought the fire down to a simmer, and he had to swallow hard before any kind of words would form on his lips.
“Just a little hot. I’m fine.”
Emma narrowed her eyes. “You sure?”
“Yes, mom.”
The middle finger he received was well-deserved, but he only chuckled. Emma shook her head at him and turned her attention to her phone, and from the smile spreading on her lips, he was sure he knew exactly who she was texting.
“I’m gonna go shower,” Wilder whispered, lips brushing Emmett’s cheek in a barely-there kiss.
