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)
“That’s it. Look at me like that,” Liv rasped as they moved, flesh against flesh, both entranced by this moment of magic in their dingy old trailer.
“Like what?” Knox asked, distracted by Liv’s hand descending his back in a soft yet decisive caress. His skin was on fire with need and his hard dick rubbed against Liv with their every move.
Before he could get his answer, the back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with Liv toppling onto him.
He stiffened when his shoulder throbbed with pain, and they both stilled until he was able to relax.
“Oops,” Liv said with a growing smile and pushed his tongue at the gap between his teeth, playful as ever. “Let’s make love, not pain,” he said, waiting for Knox to shift and move deeper onto the mattress.
Knox waited until the discomfort eased, then made room for Liv. “Make love.” He snorted, shaking his head. But Liv did not laugh back as he crawled on top of Knox. His lean muscles moved under tattooed skin, making the inked hot rods and flowers come alive. When Liv sank lower and held Knox’s head in both his hands, even breathing as normal became near impossible.
“Is that funny?”
The laugh died on Knox’s lips. When he stared into Liv’s eyes, he felt more vulnerable than he had at the hospital, right before going under.
Liv saw all of him. The good and the bad.
Liv appreciated Knox’s humor, his strength, his looks, while also accepting his hospital phobia and that he cried too much. So maybe… yeah, maybe they could make love instead of just fucking.
Knox stroked Liv’s side with a sigh. “I… love you. Not like, ‘I love you, bro’. I just love you,” he whispered, afraid of his own words. “I love you like I’d take a bullet for you, hide a body, move across the country, and then ask you for a dicking kinda love.”
Liv grinned, but his eyes remained focused, glowing with fondness that would have kept Knox warm even if their friends hadn’t made sure the trailer was toasty by the time they arrived. It was like looking into the sun without getting blinded. Like homemade pancakes every morning. Like winning a fight against an opponent twice his size. Knox was regretful over having to blink, but when his eyes opened again, Liv was still there, stroking his face.
“I think I have an idea, because I’d kill for you. Turn my life upside down for you. And even make you mine for real.”
Knox’s heart beat faster, but not in the irregular way that sometimes hurt or made him faint. It beat strongly. For Liv.
“I’m already yours.”
Liv gave the quietest of gasps, barely audible in the silence of their trailer, but then he lowered his body and pushed his knee at the underside of Knox’s thigh, moving it to claim the space between his legs. The way he did it—so practiced, and confident, and oh so masculine had Knox arching off the mattress.
“And I’m never letting you go. We’re both where we belong,” Liv whispered, nuzzling the side of Knox’s nose, his lips so very close Knox could almost taste them.
He arched to catch them in a kiss, full of emotion, as if he hadn’t just confessed his feelings after holding them in for so long. “You definitely are. I love being under you,” Knox murmured, rocking against him and wrapping his arm around Liv’s neck.
It felt so good to be able to express himself like this. To be himself. No barriers, no lies, no insecurities. And despite the ghost of his father still watching him with contempt, he didn’t feel ashamed of wanting this anymore. He was his own man, had friends who understood him, and Liv, sweet, caring Liv who would never judge him, and who’d accepted him before Knox even accepted himself.
Liv grinned and rolled his hips, squeezing both their cocks between their bodies as he deepened the kiss, serving yet another hit of the drug Knox was so fucking addicted to.
He hoped this high would last forever.
Knox wrapped his legs around Liv’s hips, eager to hold him close in any way he could. Yeah, a quickie in a back alley was exhilarating, but he’d enjoy taking his time to devour Liv just as much.
Knox sighed, relaxing into a strange state where he was both at peace and so horny he could barely wait anymore. He let his lips stray from Liv’s mouth to his jaw, then his neck, making sure he kissed every petal of the roses tattooed there. Liv’s body was a work of art, and Knox would treat it with the reverence it deserved.
The firm body trembled as Liv bared his throat, eager for the kisses. Knox stroked and kneaded any skin he could reach. And while he resented the expectations placed on him in his previous relationships, he wanted to give Liv’s body attention, to touch him and enjoy every inch of flesh. This was a body he wished to shower with attention, and each sigh and moan felt like a badge of honor, prompting him to act. Giving this magnificent beast pleasure felt like the peak of arousal, and they haven’t even gone beyond foreplay yet.