Wanted (Wrong Side of the Tracks #5) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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Frank cleared his throat. “Would you rather be with girls? Because if you do, you better come clean to him about it. It’s gonna fuck him up if you lead him on.”

This was happening way too fast. Liv and Knox had only gotten together less than three weeks ago. But while his first thought was that this was too little time to make such a life-changing decision, something primal inside him already knew the answer. Maybe had known it a long time ago. Or maybe seeing Knox begging for him to be there, squeezing his hand had been what made it so obvious.

Liv met Frank’s gaze and shook his head. “You know, it’s funny. I had so many girlfriends and hookups I couldn’t tell you the number, but not a single one made me feel this way. I never wanted to move in with one. Never wanted to plan my life with one. I always knew I wanted to be with Knox, even when I didn’t think we could be together… this way.

“I’d lose interest if a girlfriend wanted too much from me. Knox? I’d bend over backwards for him. Nothing is too much of a chore if it’s what he needs. I’d give him the shirt off my back and say I was too hot anyway. Hell, I gave him mine today.” He patted his chest through Cy’s jacket, reminded of the blood soaking into fabric, of Knox’s sob, of the tears Knox always hid from him the same way he hid his illness. Just like he hid away to cry after their first time together. He was like a cat pretending he wasn’t injured as it desperately looked for shelter to lick its wounds.

Liv wanted to be that place. To make Knox understand that he was safe at his side.

Frank exhaled, his severe features relaxed as he watched the wall, mulling over Liv’s disjointed confession that nevertheless felt so good.

“Sounds like you really care for him,” Frank said, shrugging. “But what that means? You need to decide for yourself. I don’t know your heart.”

Liv scowled but gave Frank’s forearm a brief squeeze, more grateful than he could have imagined. “I’ll make things right.”

Frank raised his eyebrows and pointed to Liv’s arm. “Maybe start with washing off that number.”

“Fuck,” Liv mumbled and spat on his hand before rubbing the saliva into the row of numbers.

He’d be the best fucking boyfriend. And maybe it was weird to be that for another man, and he needed to adjust things in his mind, but that was what he wanted. To make Knox smile, to take care of him, and make him cum five times a day. He’d never felt this way. Like a dog desperate to please. Not just for a treat but to make his master happy.

Even thinking of Knox’s pretty blue eyes and the soft, submissive way he melted into a kiss made Liv’s heart all gooey, like that time he’d gotten Mrs. Marshall a heart-shaped cupcake for Valentine’s Day.

She was his teacher.

It was inappropriate.

But his heart and dick hadn’t been willing to acknowledge it.

Liv wanted what he wanted. And he wanted Knox. He wanted him sweetly and he wanted him moaning filthy words. He wanted both the pancakes and the cum.

Maybe not together.

Maybe together!

The soft thud of shoes on tiles made him look up just in time to spot a nurse heading their way.

“Mr. Macy has woken up now. He’s asking for… Mr. Liver?”

“That’s me. Me. Where? Where do I go?” Liv asked, jumping to his feet.

Chapter 29

Knox

The hostile walls loomed around him like a gang of thugs about to attack the moment Knox let his guard down, but he had no will to fight left in him. Drained. Pumped out. Even the sterile smell of the hospital was exhausting. And yet, he still breathed despite feeling so dead inside. The heart monitor was there to remind him that his heart hadn’t in fact stopped as a result of being broken, but he still felt as if it was only hanging on by a thread.

At least Liv was safe.

They’d have to talk sooner or later, that much was obvious. In a moment of such vulnerability, when he ached, when his mouth was parched, and he felt so fragile in a hospital bed, he wanted Liv close. Liv was his safety net, and it didn’t matter that he could never feel about Knox the way Knox felt about him. Back at the junkyard, and then on the way here, Liv had been his rock and had held him throughout.

Some days it seemed that it was his presence that somehow still kept Knox tethered to the world of the living, so maybe he should be grateful rather than resentful. He wasn’t ignorant to the fact that most people didn’t even have that. Who was he to demand more than care, respect, and friendship?



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