Wilder stood, winking at Emmett as he walked toward their bedroom. He pushed his chair back to follow, but before he could get up, Emma’s deep groan had him snapping his gaze back onto her. She dropped her head back for a moment, then grumbled under her breath as she met Emmett’s eyes across the table.
“Is my brother being an ass again?”
Emma rolled her eyes, her lips quirking up at one corner.
“No,” she sighed. She threw a quick glance around the room at the people surrounding them, her brows drawing together. She leaned over the table, keeping her voice low as she said, “I’m pretty sure you’d classifymeas the asshole.”
“Why?”he signed.
“He wants to tell everyone.”
He felt his brows fly up.
“You don’t?”
She pursed her lips and sat back in her chair, golden eyes going unfocused.
“I don’t know.”
As much as he hated to ask, he still signed,“You afraid?”
He’d never seen her scared a single day in his life. Emma was the kind of person who walked into danger with a smile on her face.
“No,”she signed, opening and closing her hand a few times while she thought. “We just have… He’s not the biggest fan ofthis.”
He didn’t have to ask what she meant. Travis had never been the biggest fan of the outlaw life despite loving people who were deep in it. His brother hadn’t experienced it the way he had, so he couldn’t really blame Travis for not liking it.
“That’s why you haven’t told him, right?” Emma asked, golden eyes searching Emmett’s gaze, a caution there he wasn’t used to from her.
“I…” He shook his head, scratching his cheek. “It’s all so new.”
Emma arched a blonde brow at him. “You love him.”
A smile found his lips before he could even think about stopping it.
“Thought so,” Emma mused, her eyes gleaming mischievously. She reached across the table to squeeze his hand. “He’ll come around. Eventually.”
“For both of us,” Emmett agreed, because while his brother was stubborn, he was also steadfast in his love, and Travis had been in love with Emma for years. There was no way he was going to let anything get in the way of their happily ever after.
Emmett cleared his throat and stood, meeting Emma’s grin across the table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my boyfriend and his shower.”
Emma’s brows jumped, and then a burst of laughter escaped her, a twinkle finding her eyes as she said, “Well, go get him, then.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, grinning the whole way to Wilder’s bedroom. He walked through the door and nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight awaiting him. Wilder had just stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, drops of water running down his chest.
He didn’t even think, he just grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He reached for the button on his jeans, stilling when he heard Wilder’s low huff of laughter. He looked up to find Wilder standing with a shoulder against the bathroom doorframe, one ankle hooked over the other, his gaze on Emmett’s hands.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Wilder said in that deep voice that always made his heart race.
Emmett dropped his hands to his sides, and when Wilder raised his gaze, he said, “You first.”
A wicked smile spread on Wilder’s face, and Emmett held his breath as he watched those big hands pull the towel loose and let it drop to the floor around Wilder’s feet.
His gaze found Wilder’s hardening cock, his own pressing against the zipper of his jeans the second he caught sight of those piercings. He was becoming addicted to them. Especially to how sensitive they made Wilder.
Wilder crossed the room in a few steps, and Emmett’s mouth dried out as he stared at Wilder, gaze locked on a part of him that made the embers inside him turn into a raging fire.
Wilder stopped in front of Emmett and hooked two fingers in the belt loops on his jeans to tug him a step closer. He tilted hishead back, gaze meeting Wilder’s for a second before dropping to that mouth he needed desperately on his.
