He ran his thumb across the head, catching the precome and licking it off his thumb, groaning deeply at the salty taste.
“Fuck,” Wilder hissed, dropping the lube as he grabbed Emmett by the back of his head, slamming their mouths together in a rough kiss, teeth nipping at Emmett’s bottom lip, tongue swirling around his to taste himself.
He still found it hard to believe that he could do that to Wilder. That he brought that out in him. He loved every second of it.
Wilder pulled back with a curse, hand patting around the bed for the bottle of lube, and once he found it, he poured some between them.
Wilder wrapped a hand around them and thrust into his fist, the feel of those piercings sliding against Emmett’s cock, leaving him gasping and digging his fingers into Wilder’s shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, the moan building inside him swallowed by Wilder’s mouth. He wrapped his legs around Wilder’s hips, arching up into him.
“Fuck,” Wilder groaned, his mouth dropping open as he thrust harder, faster.
“Wilder,” he whimpered.
He felt the pleasure building fast, need coursing through him as he threw his head back on a garbled moan. It felt too good. That friction. The heat. Those damned piercings. He didn’t know who came first, their come spilling between them and leaving him gasping for breath, his eyes falling shut as Wilder collapsed on top of him, somehow still managing to keep most of his weight off him.
“I love you,” he gasped out, barely breathing as he felt Wilder chuckle into the side of his neck.
Fingers slid into his hair, lightly jerking his head back until he was looking up into green-flecked brown eyes.
“I love you,” Wilder said. There was still an innate need in his gaze. A need Emmett recognized easily. Something he wanted to hold onto and never let go of again.
“I’m yours.”
The words were a truth he’d once feared, but now? There was no denying it. He was wholly Wilder’s, and he always would be.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Wilder
HE WRAPPED his arms around Emmett from behind, resting his chin on top of his head. Emmett hummed and leaned back into his arms, his body fitting there like it was made for him. Like they were made for each other.
“You get everything you wanted done?”
Emmett sighed. “I can keep finding little imperfections to fix, so if I don’t stop now, I’ll just keep going.”
Wilder chuckled and pressed a kiss to Emmett’s cheek, breathing in that creamy scent he associated with everything good in his life.
He looked up at the mural covering most of the boxing room wall. It was an intricate outline of different people, and behind them was a rainbow of different colors. There was a quote on the right side that read, ‘Our strength is each other.’
There was nothing to fix. It was perfect.
“A few more days and this place is gonna be open,” he said, excitement churning inside him. The last big thing they hadn’t put up yet was the ring, but they’d get it built sometime during the weekend, and then they’d officially be done. Everything would be ready for the grand opening on Monday.
He was looking forward to seeing what this place could become for their community. For the safety it might provide.
“I can’t wait to see it,” Emmett said and turned in his arms, a wry smile stretching his lips.
He lowered his head for a kiss, grinning when Emmett hummed appreciatively and leaned into it.
He knew Emmett was staying for the opening, but beyond that? They hadn’t talked about it yet, and he knew they needed to. He wasn’t concerned about their relationship. Emmett loved him and wanted to be with him. It was more the logistics of it all. He didn’t care how far or long he had to travel to see Emmett, but having gotten used to being together as much as they’d been the past few weeks? It would be hard. So fucking hard. He wanted to wake up next to Emmett every day. He wanted to make him smile first thing in the morning. He wanted to take his breath away, wanted to make him as loud as possible every damned time he could.
He grabbed Emmett’s hands, tugging as he backed toward the doors.
“You know, the clubhouse is empty right now,” he said, brows rising.
Emmett’s cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink as he bit down on his bottom lip. He needed to be the one biting that lip.
