Emmett whimpered against his lips as he brushed the pad of his thumb across the head of his cock. He moved his hand faster, listening to Emmett’s groans and pleas. It sent a burst of need through him, and he grasped Emmett’s chin, bringing his mouth down on Emmett’s in a hard kiss, tongue pushing past his lips.
Emmett gasped his name, jaw going slack as his eyes locked on Wilder’s, pupils swallowing most of that vivid blue. It threw him right over that edge along with Emmett, his orgasm taking his breath away as pleasure exploded through his body.
He put a hand on the tile wall, resting his forehead against Emmett’s as their panting breaths mingled, the hot water beating down on them, washing away their release.
“Wilder?”
He pulled back, meeting hazy, blue eyes as Emmett rested the back of his head against the wall, looking up at him with the kind of affection he was going to make sure he earned every single damned day of his life.
He brushed his fingertips across Emmett’s face, his heart tripping over itself when Emmett closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
He lowered his head, lips finding Emmett’s mouth. He kissed Emmett with everything he had; all the love and desire he felt, his chest light but full.
Emmett’s fingers tangling in his hair nearly brought him to his knees, the touch soft and almost reverent. He didn’t know how, but Emmett thought the world of him, thought him worthy of his love. He wanted to enjoy every single moment he had with this man. He wanted to spend his days dancing with him, swaying to music, or in the silence.
He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, bringing Emmett with him. He didn’t bother stopping to dry them off. They’d need to change the sheets either way.
When he lay Emmett down on the bed, it was to run his gaze over his body, taking in every curve, every dip and dimple, with nothing but reverence. He loved that body, most importantly, because it was Emmett’s. It was the man he loved, the man he swore to worship until his dying breath, because the love Emmett reflected back at him let him know that he was worthy of it. That he was worthy of it all.
As long as Emmett looked at him with love in those sapphire eyes, he knew where he belonged. His future had never been clearer, even if he didn’t know all the details, because Emmett was all he truly needed. He’d found his home. Emmett had dug inside his chest and discovered a heart that so desperately needed the softness and trust he so readily gave. He’d been so afraid of losing his heart that he’d nearly forgotten it existed.
Looking down at Emmett now, he knew he’d never stood a chance. Darkened strands plastered to Emmett’s forehead, his creamy skin glistening from drops of water, those sincere eyes watching him and taking in the moment same as him, somehow knowing what was on his mind.
Emmett reached for him, palm warm against his cheek.
“Yours,” Emmett said on a whispered breath, that soft cadence washing over Wilder and filling his stomach with butterflies.
“Yours,” he echoed, ensuring Emmett could see his lips moving, and then he lowered his head to press their lips together. Emmett was his, but above all else, he was Emmett’s.
CHAPTER FOURTY-TWO
Emmett
HE LEANED back against Wilder’s motorcycle, looking up at the clubhouse and smiling when his gaze caught on the Kings’ colors he’d painted on one of the walls. He hadn’t known that it would lead to this being his home. That it would lead to the best thing in his life.
The past few weeks had been full of healing for both of them. For the boys, too. They were all doing well now, even if Wilder was determined to track down and kill the assholes who’d bruised him up. Considering it was the same guys who wanted Kian for whatever reason, he didn’t have a problem with Wilder doing just that.
He nodded at a few bikers walking past him to head inside, his gaze following them to the front door. They walked through it, the last person holding the door open for someone to step out.
He straightened when he caught sight of wide shoulders and dark, wavy hair. It looked messy. As if Wilder had run his hands through it. He didn’t mind the wild look on him. Not one bit.
Wilder jogged down the patio steps toward him, an apologetic smile on his lips as he said, “Sorry, I got a phone call I had to take.”
“I hope it was important enough for us to be late.”
“Oh, it was,” Wilder said and pressed a quick kiss to Emmett’s lips.
He arched a brow at Wilder, who smiled and reached for his helmet. He shook his head and grabbed his own helmet,ignoring the slight tremble in his hands. How he managed to pull the helmet over his head and tie the strap, he wasn’t sure.
Wilder mounted the bike, and he put his hands on Wilder’s shoulders and his left foot on the footpeg, swinging his other leg across the bike to settle into the seat behind Wilder.
He might throw up. He tried to enjoy the ride to York, enjoy being pressed against Wilder’s back, but his damned insecurities were trying to choke him.
Despite knowing just how much Wilder loved him, that Wilder wanted to spend his life with him, that his parents would most likely love him and not think he was wrong for their son, there was still a part of him that feared the worst. Miles telling him it would be weird if he didn’t feel like that had not helped. He knew it meant that he cared. Probably too much. He just didn’t want to mess it up. He’d finally found someone who made him feel whole. Someone who made him feel brave. He could do anything with Wilder at his side because the man had an unyielding belief in him, and if he ever faltered, he knew Wilder would catch him.
Wilder slowed and turned down a long driveway. He looked around Wilder to see a red brick building come into sight. There were a few motorcycles parked out front, but it was the two men waiting for them that caught his attention. The shorter of the two had dark curly hair, bronze skin, and a mischievous smile on his face, while his husband, with his short graying hair, was watching them with intense blue eyes Emmett knew seemed like they were looking straight into your soul.
Steel raised his hand in a wave while Kai looked like he was about to explode with energy, rubbing his hands together and rocking back on his heels repeatedly.
