Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
There it was. That hesitation on Frank’s face. Whatever he’d been considering was getting wiped out by lust.
“Christ… what are you doing to me?” Frank whispered, arching his hips up to the touch, while sliding his hand over Ezra’s buttock and all the way to his thigh.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
But who was the fish? Because Ezra loved being between Frank’s muscular thighs and seeing him lose control. Any time he thought back to Frank’s earlier declaration about wanting to give them a shot, to be something more, his whole body tingled with the need to show Frank he was worth it. So maybe there were other options on the horizon, which had seemed tempting before the truth about Paul crushed Ezra’s plans, but they were all flimsy like houses made of cards when compared to the steady reassurance of Frank’s presence. When everything else in his life was a blur, Frank remained razor-sharp.
Maybe he was naive. Maybe he was feeble-minded and giving up on a glamorous future he deserved, but if his LA man knocked on the door and offered him the same kind of protection as Frank, Ezra would have stayed.
His mother would have mocked him without mercy if she saw what a dump he ended up at, but Frank was here, and in this moment it was the only thing that mattered. The realization hit him with the power and speed of a bullet train, and he chuckled softly, shifting to settle with his buttock on Frank’s firm thigh.
There wouldn’t be much talking tonight. They could communicate skin to skin.
It was as if his brain was catching up with what his heart had realized when he was eavesdropping on Frank’s conversation with Shane. No matter how hard he’d worked on building a wall between himself and any feelings he might develop for the men in his life, this time they’d snuck up on him. He wanted Frank to care about him, and not just because he was looking for safety like some rat trying to jump into the first lifeboat when the ship was sinking.
For the first time in his life, he had something solid.
The men he’d been sleeping with were either hot and disposable, or paying clients. But with Frank, he’d built a different kind of relationship, something that was intangible, invisible, and yet felt unbreakable. He’d never been around anyone whose affection wasn’t conditional, and that included his parents.
Frank wore his heart on his sleeve, and it had been clear from the start that he’d not only respect Ezra’s boundaries but also treat him like a person, not just a pretty thing to entertain him. Whatever happened, Frank would be there for him when it mattered, and the sense of belonging it created made Ezra’s heart beat faster. Was he really a sucker for wanting to stay here?
For once, Ezra didn’t want to abuse another man’s dedication for his gain. He just wanted to… be. With him.
“You smell so good,” Eza whispered to Frank, already sliding his hand between them, where Frank’s hard cock awaited him like a prize.
“You smell of strawberries and cotton washing powder. I love that. Smells like home,” Frank muttered into Ezra’s lips, holding him close as they shared air, sitting together in such bliss Ezra was starting to feel weightless in those strong arms.
You smell like home too, Ezra wanted to say, but words got stuck in his throat when he realized that would be a lie. Frank smelled like the kind of home Ezra never had. One not filled with screams, broken dishes, and bruises hidden with makeup.
He’d had his doubts before, but now he knew on some most primal level that Frank would never abuse him in any way. That he was dedicated, safe, loyal to a fault. Like one of Shane’s Dobermans, he’d maul any threat to Ezra, but not hurt him.
His mother would have said he was stupid and weak-willed to trust a man with his heart. But then again, she’d married for money, and where did that get her?
“I’ll show you how you make me feel,” Ezra promised, sliding to his knees in front of Frank.
“I sure hope it’s horny,” Frank said, meeting his gaze as he unzipped his jeans.
A chuckle came from deep in Ezra’s chest as he kneaded the muscular legs. “For your dick? Always,” he murmured and leaned forward, beckoned by the musky scent of lust and the fresh zing of Frank’s shower gel.
Logical thinking left his head when Frank pulled his pants just low enough for Ezra to see his stiff cock. This was where he could lose himself. No talking about serious issues. Just Frank’s moans and his cum.
Ezra looked up while he rolled his tongue up the hot dick. Frank shivered, and his eyes briefly shut, as if he couldn’t handle the arousal pumping through his veins and throbbing against Ezra’s lips.