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)
Frank nodded. “Knock yourself out. I’ll talk to Shane about the car for you. When you’re ready later, just follow this road to my house.”
Frank raised his hand for a goodbye and was off to his truck. Still overwhelmed, Knox rushed in behind Liv, taking in the mess inside. Dust covered most surfaces and some trash littered the floor, but while the place needed a serious cleanup, it seemed to be in a decent enough condition overall.
“Does the stove work?”
Liv scowled. “Maybe when we get the generator. We’ll remind Frank about it once we christen this place.” he said, eyeing two buckets full of cleaning supplies.
At the far end of the trailer, an open door revealed a bedroom where a mattress almost glowed with its whiteness. A large box next to the cleaning supplies offered a fresh set of bedding.
Knox smiled, pushing back his hair, overwhelmed by this strange mix of kindness and new responsibilities. The place came with strings, but they wouldn’t have been better off homeless and unemployed with police on their trail.
“Do you think… Are we kinda in a gang now?” Knox asked now that Frank had gone. They’d done some shady stuff, but never to the extent of involving barrels of acid.
Liv smirked and leaned against the counter. “Maybe. Does that make me hotter?”
Knox’s mouth went dry when he zeroed in on Liv. So this was happening. Were they… flirting? He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work. “Kinda.” Not that Liv needed a boost to his hotness. From the roses inked on his neck, to the intense look in his eyes, Liv screamed temptation.
And Knox wasn’t sure what to do about it, but Liv had no doubts or qualms, so he grabbed Knox’s belt and pulled him close. So. Very. Close.
The sweetness of pancakes was still on Liv’s breath as he kissed Knox’s shoulder with a soft grunt. “So you like a bad boy?”
The trailer seemed to shrink around them, barely leaving enough room for air. “Looks like I do,” Knox said, sliding his hands all the way up to Liv’s pecs. Yeah, he was most definitely attracted to the edge of danger in Liv’s scent. To his firm hands, hard fists, and the confidence he oozed from every pore.
“Once we get that car working, I’m gonna take you out. How about that?” Liv asked as his warm palm trailed up Knox’s neck. The way it had squeezed Knox just yesterday had changed the wiring in his brain forever.
He felt a bit weird about holding Liv’s pecs too long though, so he ended up wrapping his arms around Liv’s waist. It felt so good. So natural.
“Like on a date? You know you don’t have to?” Because what would that even mean? And would they split the bill, or would Liv pay because he topped? Did it work like that in the gay world? Ezra could probably fill in those gaps for Knox.
Liv’s mouth brushed his forehead in a moment so sublime yet strange Knox forgot his own name. It almost felt… unhealthy to like it this much. What if he got dependent on Liv’s attention and praise? Would he still be able to stand on his own as a man? He’d never cared this much about any woman he’d been with.
Unaware of his worries, Liv hummed in agreement. “Do you want that?”
Did he want Liv to be his boyfriend? One glance into Liv’s dark eyes told him that yes, yes he did. “So what? We live together first then date? Making me feel cheap here.” He smirked and gave Liv a kiss.
The soft lips crooked into a smile against his as hands cupped Knox’s ass. “You only put out yesterday. Wouldn’t call that being easy or cheap.”
Knox shivered at the firm touch, still a bit tender inside after yesterday’s fuck. The memory of being under Liv, that thick dick pushing into him, was like lightning made of arousal. “It’s so weird that… that we never before noticed that we could be attractive to each other,” he said, unsure if he was stating it or forming a question.
But Liv understood him. He always did.
“Haha, yeah. Which makes me feel real stupid and blind, because I’m really liking this development,” he said, kneading Knox’s ass with a self-satisfied smile.
Knox trailed his fingers up and down Liv’s spine, exploring every ridge of muscle. Liv was so strong, so firm. Knox pushed that bit closer to sense Liv’s dick against his thigh. “It just feels so… easy with you. Like it’s just us, and we can do whatever. Just don’t buy me flowers.”
Liv grinned and gently pushed Knox’s shoulders down. “No flowers. Noted. How about six-packs of beer then?”
Fuck, how did his presence seem so… commanding all of a sudden? As if he held Knox in his grip and couldn’t be denied. Usually, Knox would have fought back, maybe playfully slapped him, but now? Was he supposed to pretend he didn’t want to be on his knees when he really, really did? Especially since he had lost that race, as rigged as it had been.