Emmet’s lips twitched, and he watched Wilder for a moment before he crawled onto the bed, making his way up to Wilder. He damned near bit his tongue off when Emmett slid into his lap, hands braced on the headboard behind him.
“Careful, or you’ll get us in trouble with the Doc,” he said through his teeth, hands fisting the sheets on either side of him to keep from grabbing Emmett and rolling the man under him.
“Then tell me what’s bothering you.”
From the determined look Emmett gave him, he knew he’d have no choice but to spill.
“I don’t like being taken care of.”
“Not even when I’m the one taking care of you?”
There was no insecurity in Emmett’s voice, just slight amusement.
“Depends on the ‘taking care of’ portion,” he teased, a laugh slipping through when Emmett rolled his eyes.
“I know you’re always the one taking care of everyone else,” Emmett said, arching a brow at him. “But you stay in this bed.”
“Or?” he teased, a grin spreading on his lips.
Emmett shook his head. “No ultimatums.”
“I have one.” He lifted his hand to run his fingers through Emmett’s hair, admiring the way the blond strands shone in the sunlight coming through the window. “Never change. Not for anything or anyone. I love you just as you are.”
Emmett’s lips twitched. “Even when I annoy you?”
“Especially then.”
“What about when I tease you?”
“Depends on the teasing,” he said, lowering his voice.
Emmett hummed, then leaned closer.
“Like this?”
Lips pressed a soft kiss to the raging pulse in his neck, his head falling back against the headboard as he tried to hold back a moan.
“Or this?”
Those lips found the curve of his collarbone, then moved down to a nipple. A groan pushed past his lips when Emmett scraped his teeth lightly over the hard nub, and his hands found Emmett’s thighs, digging in.
A door slammed somewhere in the clubhouse, the sound quickly followed by a whole lot of cursing. Emmett sat up, head turning toward the door.
A smile spread on Wilder’s lips as he looked up at Emmett. “The boys are here.”
The frown between Emmett’s brows smoothed out, and he rolled off Wilder’s lap to stand.
Alvis and Dash had been complete menaces from what Steel had told him, so he’d asked the boys if they wanted to come stay with them instead. He’d asked Emmett what he thought, but he’d barely gotten the words out before Emmett had agreed to it. He was still worried about those boys, guilt still plaguing him about being the cause of their injuries.
He pushed himself upward with a groan, Emmett’s gaze snapping onto him. He opened his mouth, then closed it to purse his lips.
“Nothing’s gonna keep you in this bed, is it?”
He refrained from shaking his head, knowing it might leave sparks in his vision along with a pinch of pain behind his eyes.
“Only one thing,” he teased, gaze moving slowly down Emmett’s body. He was wearing jeans that showed off the ass he was desperate to get his hands on.
A huff had him looking up, blue eyes sparkling with promises he was definitely going to cash in on later.
