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)
He still felt a little nervous holding Liv’s hand in public, but he also couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest. A guy like Liver chose him over anyone else and wasn’t afraid to show it. He wasn’t acting any different than when out with his girlfriends, as if there was no shame in being with Knox. As if he wanted people to know.
Leaving the two pieces of shit behind, they walked past all the other cars and racers, finally arriving at their vehicle, which was parked at the very end, between the car of a driver everyone predicted might not even reach the finish line and a shed.
It was only then that Liv pulled Knox behind their vehicle and gently pushed him at its side.
“You been fighting for my honor or yours?” he asked, starting to speak louder halfway through the sentence, when a nearby speaker blasted hip hop music.
Knox shook his head. “Our car’s, I guess.” He snorted and stroked the blue flames on the hood. The other day, they went to Frank’s pile of random used clothes, and when Knox spotted a scarf with hot rod style flames in the exact color of their car, he just knew he had to give it to Liv. It made his heart full to see him wear it.
“Oh, now I understand, Impreza can be very sensitive,” Liv said, patting the roof while caging Knox against the vehicle. It might be cold, but being this close to him stirred a fire inside Knox and warmed him from the inside.
“I’m nervous. I just heard some girls talking about last year’s accident, and… maybe don’t do it after all? This weather…” Knox took a deep breath, looking into Liv’s eyes, but deep down, he knew his pleading was a lost cause. Liv had made up his mind, and nothing could sway him from reaching for what he wanted.
Especially since he believed Knox’s life to be at stake in this damn competition.
Liv shrugged, cocking his head as he offered Knox his most reassuring smile—bright, and wide, and full of big teeth. How could anyone not see how cute and handsome Liv was?
“I wasn’t here last year. And you know I don’t crash,” Liv said, taking a step closer to bring their bodies together.
Knox put his hands on Liv’s hips, overtaken by nerves. “You better not. I… can’t lose you, okay? Who’s gonna take care of me if you die in this race?” He tried to make it a joke, but his voice cracked.
Liv’s warm gaze softened, and he slid his arms around Knox, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “I won’t die. You know I could never leave you. You’d get in trouble without me backing you up,” he whispered, closing Knox in the cocoon of his affection. It beat the cold and eased the tension making Knox’s heart ache until he relaxed into the hug.
Knox nodded and pushed back some hair that escaped his ponytail. “You’re my everything. Is there anything else I can do for you?” He nuzzled Liv’s nose, amazed how little he cared that someone might see them. There was always a risk of violence, but that wouldn’t have been his first fight. What counted was that he wasn’t embarrassed when Bill and his idiot brother tried to shame him for his sexuality. Self-conscious? Maybe. But not ashamed. And while those two bastards were like two deformed mirror images of Knox’s father, the life he shared with Liv was the closest he’d ever known to happiness. He’d never felt more complete and more loved.
So fuck Dad and fuck everyone else who had a problem with his existence.
Liv’s lips crooked so beautifully Knox longed to trace them with his tongue. “You can give me a good luck kiss.”
Knox only needed to get half an inch closer for his lips to meet Liv’s, and he parted them to deepen the kiss. Sparks ignited in his chest as desire revved up inside him in response to his man’s sturdy form sandwiching him against the car.
Liv gasped, whimpered, and swept Knox’s hair back with one hand as his tongue painted a red-hot line up Knox’s palate.
Breathless, Knox opened one eye to look to the side, but they were far enough from people, so…
Fuck it.
He backed out of the kiss, gave Liv a peck on the chin and went down to his knees, not caring about the mud that now soaked into his jeans. He needed to show Liv how much he was needed, and what kind of reward awaited him after the race, whatever its result might be.
“Oh shit,” Liv mumbled, staring at him, enchanted as if he’d just witnessed a miracle.
Knox didn’t waste time and opened Liv’s jeans as if he were unwrapping a Christmas gift. “Good luck head,” he said with a grin.