The Duality of Swans Read Online Lilly Atlas

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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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“Because it’s fucking gross.”

“Fine, you think it’s gross. So don’t do it. I’m sure there’s a lot of kinky shit out there that you find gross. Do you go out of your way to hate people who piss on each other?”

“What?” His nose scrunched. “No. That’s nasty, but it ain’t my business. Why the fuck would I care—”

Liam smirked. “Keep going. Finish that sentence.”

“Fuck you.”

“I just don’t understand what it is about you uber-straight boys who are so threatened by men like me and Tate.”

“I’m not—”

“You are. You are threatened by us.” He closed the gap to the car and rested his elbows on the window frame. “News flash, Randy, Tate realized he was gay more than a decade ago. You’ve lived with him, worked with him, and hung out with him nearly every single day since then. Not a goddamn thing has happened to you because of it.”

Randy didn’t respond.

“No one is interested in ‘turning you gay,’ ” he said, making air quotes. “That’s not even a thing. And if you’re afraid he’s gonna hit on you, you’re just stupid. He’s your brother. You wanna screw your mom?”

“What?” Randy reared back, mouth agape. “No, you sick fuck. What the hell?”

Liam shrugged. “Well, you’re straight, and she’s a woman, so by your thinking, shouldn’t you wanna screw her?”

“You’re fucking twisted.”

“And you're stupid.” He stuck his head in the car and pinned Randy with a severe stare. “You’re gonna throw away the one brother you have because of some bullshit ideas you have. Tate’s sexuality has zero impact on who you are and your life. I’m with him, Randy, and I’m not going anywhere. He doesn’t want me to go anywhere. So you have two options. Continue down this path and lose him from your life forever, or grow the fuck up, open your mind, and stop being a bigot.”

Randy didn’t respond, but a muscle in his jaw twitched with the force of his clenched bite.

“Decide quickly because Tate’s getting ready to close the door on you, and once that happens, it won’t open back up. I won’t let anyone who might hurt him get close enough to do so.”

He shoved away from the truck and finished walking to his car. Once behind the wheel, he blew out an unsteady breath and placed his shaky hands on the wheel.

He’d done what he could. Hopefully, Randy had enough brain cells to think about what Liam had said and make some changes.

Tate wasn’t the only one who could protect those he loved. Liam would do everything in his power to shield his man from pain.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

TATE HEFTED A heavy bag of powdered grout onto his shoulder and hopped down from the bed of his truck with a wince. The twinge in his ass reminded him of the previous night’s activities. Liam had taught an evening class that ended around eight. Once the last dancer left, he’d come upstairs tired, hungry, and happy.

Tate fed him, ordered him to sit on the couch, and massaged his man’s feet until Liam was a mushy puddle of goo on the couch.

He’d been grateful for the attention.

Very grateful.

But it would serve Tate well to remember he was new to the ass game and give himself a day or two break before he begged Liam to fuck him again. And he would beg because, at this point, he couldn’t decide which he liked better, sticking his dick in Liam or taking Liam in his ass.

Living with Liam the past few weeks had been good. Better than good, it was amazing. He’d never really let himself imagine having a boyfriend, let alone one he lived with, but even if he had, this would exceed his expectations. He’d deny it to his dying day, but one of his new favorite activities was waking Liam with a freshly brewed cup of coffee each morning. The way his man’s face lit up at the simple gesture made Tate want to surprise him in a million different ways just to see his expression of adoration.

Liam had made some new friends as well. He’d come home from coffee the other day beaming and unable to stop talking about the amazing guys he’d hung out with. Tate’s mild jealousy must have shown on his face because Liam had smirked, dropped to his knees, and shown Tate with very strong suction and tongue action just how uninterested he was in those other men. They begged off the invitation to go clubbing with Liam’s new friends, mostly because Tate wasn’t ready, but he’d promised Liam he’d meet the new crew soon.

“Been wondering when we’d run into each other.” Ducky’s voice had him freezing halfway between his truck and the office.

Well, shit. It was bound to happen. He’d managed to keep off Ducky’s radar longer than expected. Hell, he’d barely seen Randy or Daryl over the past few weeks, and if he did, he kept communication short and professional.



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