Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
And then the tattoos. On his neck, his arms, his hands… The bad boy of trailer park dreams, ready to steal girlfriends, and, apparently, Knox’s cherry.
Knox was gay. So fucking gay.
“Coming!” Liv yelled, though instead of moving, he stroked Knox’s thigh with a cocky grin.
“Yeah, I’ve heard. Be at the parking lot in ten,” Shane said and stomped off.
Liv snorted. “You think he jerked off to our performance or was just standing by the door, annoyed that we’re taking our time here?”
“Fuck knows. Might have even fingered himself.”
Liv stared at him for half a second but then exploded with a manic cackle that ended up bringing him to tears. Knox couldn’t help but start laughing too.
As the thrill of sex evaporated, Knox couldn’t stop looking back at Liv with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
It was all fun and games to jerk off a friend drunk, and never speak about it. But what they did? That kind of fucking? The kissing, the caresses and dirty talk? What would it mean for them in the long run? And was Liv really not bothered? Because Knox already knew that this night changed everything.
“Just gonna wash quick,” Liv said with a grin, heading for the door to the small bathroom. He gave Knox’s ass a slap in passing, leaving him with a million questions.
“Fuck,” Knox whispered to himself when he caught his own reflection in the mirror.
Flushed, with hair mussed up, he looked thoroughly fucked.
Chapter 16
Liv
Liv felt like the king of the world. The god of sex. And, of course, the best friend one could ever have. After all, not everyone could help their best buddy in their sexual awakening, but he had done it for Knox. Not without benefits to himself, of course, because nothing about what happened back at the clubhouse had felt short of amazing, but it counted nevertheless.
Fuck, Knox was… he was the hottest fucking person Liv had laid his eyes on, no joke, and while he’d only now opened up to that fact, after years of never ever letting his attention slip away from women, he was already all in on the whole guy thing.
So maybe he was bisexual? No big deal. He didn’t have a problem with that, and the occasional gay porn-watching and sexual fantasies involving guys no longer had to be a secret.
Though there had been signs. Like that time last summer when Knox washed the car in his underwear. The weather’s been hot as the devil’s ass, so he’d sprayed himself with water from the hose, and Liv might have appreciated his backside for way too long for it to serve as a passing observation. If he had made a move back then, would Knox have been up for it?
Or that time when they went to a mud race, but then Liv had slipped and ended up accidentally toppling Knox? Knox had his eyes on the prize, so the collision got him so angry he started fighting Liv right there in the mud. But his kickboxing skills weren’t of much use when wrestling in slippery goo, and Liv gained an advantage thanks to the few pounds of muscle he had on Knox.
He'd ended up face down and wriggling under Liv like an eel out of water, and Liv had to admit he’d enjoyed pressing down on him with his whole body a bit more than was reasonable. Could they have fucked then? Could he have pulled his pants down and had Knox in the mud? Could they do that now? Because at the moment, that fantasy had set up camp in Liv’s head and refused to leave the premises.
Oh, or that time when they were much younger and Liv had told him about the woman who deepthroated his whole dick. Knox didn’t think it was a big deal, since it happened all the time in porn, but Liv had more real life experience by then. And since they’d both been drunk, Liv had bet him ten bucks that Knox wouldn’t be able to deepthroat a banana. Thinking back to how intensely Knox had tried to win that bet gave Liv a bit of a boner. He’d broken three bananas before admitting defeat, and by that time, Liv had gravitated behind the kitchen counter to hide a very confusing erection.
If Liv had bet him to try on his dick instead, would Knox had done it? Could he have been giving Liv head for years? Missed opportunity.
Back then, Liv had rationalized his unexpected reaction with hormones, being horny all the time, and the fact that Knox had big blue eyes with long lashes. But now Knox was so much more masculine, barely had any of that baby fat left in his chiseled face, and Liv found him even hotter.
And, holy fuck, kissing him, touching him, being inside him had been among the most erotic experiences in Liv’s life, and that was saying something, because there had been many. It wasn’t like he didn’t care about his other lovers, because he did, but maybe the fact they were so close did change things?