“What?”
“Wait.”
When I glance over my shoulder, he lifts his chin.
The request goes unspoken, and if you asked me how the fuck I know what it is he wants, I wouldn’t be able to answer. But with my lips curled and my heart stuttering behind my aching ribs, I walk back to him. He’s already lifting up when I get closer, his lips half puckered and shiny like he licked them.
My dick jumps back to life.
I cup his face gently to slow myself down and ask, “Okay?”
His nod has me dipping and pressing my lips to his. It’s firm, the pressure, but no less desperate than the other kisses we’ve shared.
I pull back before I want to and run my nose down the side of his.
He shivers.
“I’ll be right back.”
There’s a long pause where his fingers are wrapped around my wrists and his breath is washing over my face before he finally flicks his gaze to mine.
“I’ll come, too.”
The words tick at a different part of my brain, and my dick jumps again.
Fuck, I need a minute.
But when Emmett pushes me back and stands, it looks like the minute has come and gone already.
I clear my throat, and he pulls up his hood, turning his back to me for the stairs.
The reprieve might be the only one I get, so I shove my hand inside my shorts, tease myself with a firm grip, then adjust andfollow Emmett out into the Wild West of the firehouse at dawn with a ragged breath.
“Thing Two! You didn’tdie!”
“I thought I was Thing Three?” I grumble and stand a little taller when Emmett slinks in behind me, his covered fists pressed against my lower back with how close he is.
“Same difference, bro,” Declan says on a grin and knuckles my shoulder as he passes with an already full plate.
I hide my wince.
“Nice shirt.”
It comes from somewhere behind me and I immediately recognize it as Emmett and I step up to the short line for food.
“I got it from the thrift store,” I quip back though it’s not even mine, and glance over my shoulder and Emmett’s head to lock eyes with Farrin. He walks past Em, settling in beside me like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Can you even read it?” he huffs out with a raise to his pierced brow and a cocky smirk.
I look down at the squiggly print, letters strewn across the chest like vines … or maybe lightning? I’m not sure, but I sure as shit cannotread it.
“It’s … uh. Um.”
Farrin snorts and reaches around me with a plate.
I snatch it out of his grip.
“It saysSymbiotic,and that was for him.” He snatches the plate back and reaches around me again. “Steal my shirt,andbe a dick? Psht.”
