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The cabinet is completely empty – and that sets off alarm bells in my mind. I move through the other cabinets while he watches with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow arched in amusement. When I’ve finally made it through every nook and cranny of his kitchen, coming up empty, he finally deigns to speak up.
“Dad dumped it all ten minutes ago before he left.” I don’t miss the subtle laughter lacing his words, and I’m so grateful for it. “I’m not a drunk, you know.”
“Maybe not, but you’ve shown everyone what your weapons of choice are, and it’s not as if we can keep you from bathing.” I take the steps necessary to get close to him, cupping his face in my hands as I press my lips to his. Letting out a satisfied sigh, I tell him, “Let’s take that shower.”
I follow as he takes my hand and leads me toward the bathroom, pushing open the door to reveal a brand-new walk-in shower; the deep bathtub that was here before is now a thing of the past.
“Davis had some thoughts on the ‘preventing me from bathing’ thing, too,” he jokes.
For a second – just a microscopic, hardly-noticeable second – I think there’s a chance that the Texan might actually grow on me.
Emmett reaches into the shower to turn on the faucet before peeling off the hoodie that he’s wearing, and I follow suit with my own sweater. When he turns to face me again, my eyes snap toward a large bruise and a pair of burns that mar the previously-perfect skin of his chest, and it makes my entire body ache to look at them.
His eyes follow mine, trailing back to the blemishes, and he reaches forward to grab onto my belt. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he tells me with a shake of his head as his hands work to slip the leather free.
It hits me all at once how close I came to really losing him.
It was one thing to send him away; to know that he would need time, but after a while, he would be alright without me. I could see a future for him. I could see him healing, exploring, figuring out who he was without me and without the fear and shame that he felt while we were together. I saw him freeing himself – whatever that looked like for him, letting our time together serve as a wild memory of a life that he once lived. I could see him beingokay.
I never imagined him hanging over the edge of a cliff. I never would have dreamed that he would take a running fucking leap off of it and try to leave the world behind.
I never would have imagined that in ignoring his phone call that day, that I almost missed the last chance that I would ever have to speak to him.
To hear his voice.
To reach out and cherish him the way that he deserves to be cherished, even just for a minute.
My hand grips the back of his neck like a vise as I pull him close to me. Our lips join in a heated kiss that sends need for him screaming through every inch of my body, and my cock swells as his hips press against mine.
“I missed you, but I’m not going to fuck you like I miss you, pretty boy,” I breathe against his lips. “I’m going to fuck you like I need you.” As we force each others’ pants to the ground, I tell him, “I’m going to fuck you like Icraveyou. And I’m not going to stop fucking you until you’re a shaking, blubbering mess.”
Pulling him into the shower with me, I settle onto the bench protruding from the wall. I give the Texan my silent thanks as I pull Emmett onto my lap with his chest pressed against mine. He lets out the most beautiful moan as I press my lips to the skin of his jaw, trailing kisses back toward his earlobe before bringing my mouth to his.
As his tongue slides into my mouth, his cock twitches against my skin. I nibble at his earlobe as I tell him, “Give me your ass, pretty boy.”
He stares at me for a moment, something written on his face that he won’t share with me. He’s hiding something, and I can both see it behind his honeyed eyes and feel it in the shift of his body. I had hoped he would be finished holding things back from me, but it’s clear that he isn’t.
I won’t let him hide any parts of himself from me anymore.
Balling a fist in his hair, I yank his head back and force him to stare into my eyes, if he’s going to insist on staring. “No secrets.”
“I love you.” My heart races as his hand wraps itself around my cock while he confesses. “I’m obnoxiously,embarrassinglyin love with you.”
“Good,” I tell him as I drive myself into his grip, “because I’m desperately in love withyou.”
My lips crash into his and my tongue slips into his mouth, tangling with his own. My hand takes his cock, giving him slow, firm strokes, and a loud moan forces him away from me, his eyes closing and his mouth falling open. He leans backward under the stream of water, which drenches him, and I’m stuck in disbelief as I soak him in.
He isdivine,wounds and all.
“Stand up,” I order him.
When he complies, I waste no time in slamming his chest against the wall of the shower, forcing a grunt from him in response. I push his arms above his head, holding them in place against the shower wall before I push my cock inside of him.
“Fuck, Nash,” he whines. “Christ.”
I trail along the curve of his shoulder, working my way toward the base of his ticklish neck, pressing my lips to his skin between my words.
“Every part of you is mine…do you understand me?”