He crossed the room, eyes locked on the man he loved, warmth filling him at the smile he received in turn as Emmett stood and rounded the coffee table.
“Hello, Darlin’.”
He slid a hand into Emmett’s hair, heart pounding as Emmett’s eyes fell closed and he leaned into his touch. He pressed a soft kiss to Emmett’s lips before pulling back. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alvis tugging on a grumbling Dash, leading him out of the patio door.
A low huff of laughter brought all his attention back to Emmett, blue eyes sparkling up at him.
He drew in a deep breath, a groan building in his chest. “You smell good.”
“You smell like you’ve been on the road for hours,” Emmett said, wrinkling his nose.
“I have,” he said, burying his face in the side of Emmett’s neck, hands sliding up his back. The gang had gone quiet again, the SUVs having disappeared along with all the men. He didn’t like it one bit.
“You shouldn’t be riding so much,” Emmett said, the concern in his voice making him smile.
He leaned back and arched a brow at Emmett. By now, he knew damned well there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep him safe, and if riding for hours on end was what kept him safe, he would do it.
Emmett sighed, looking mighty close to rolling his eyes at him. It only made him smile wider. He’d already gotten a whole week of bed rest out of him. He wasn’t getting any more.
“I love you.”
Emmett’s eyes twinkled as he smiled. He rose up on his toes and planted a soft kiss on Wilder’s lips. “I love you, too.”
Emmett arched a brow at him.
“Even if you run off the kids.”
Wilder shrugged. “I run off a lot of people.”
Emmett’s expression turned serious. He put his hands on Wilder’s chest, the man’s warmth soaking into him and making him breathe easier.
“Their loss,” Emmett said.
“I don’t care. As long asyoustay.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Emmett said it with such certainty. As if there couldn’t possibly be any other option.
He buried his nose in Emmett’s hair and breathed in deeply. He would never get enough of that sweet, creamy scent. He was using Emmett’s shampoo now, too, loving that he could smell it on himself the whole day.
“You ready for tomorrow?”
“Yes? But also no?”
He tugged Emmett up against his body with a low chuckle. “They’ll love you. They’ve been dying to meet you.”
Emmett rolled his eyes. “I’ve met them before.”
“Not asmyman.”
Just saying the words made his heart speed up.
There was a sparkle in those blues as Emmett met his gaze. “Your man, huh?”
“You fucking know it,” he said with a low growl in his voice.
Emmett pushed onto his toes, brushing his nose against Wilder’s.
