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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Knox pulled him in for a bear hug, the animosity of the past week forgotten in the face of shared sadness. “We’ve got this. We’ll go far away and work things out over time. Maybe this is the push we needed.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” Liv muttered, facing the shrubs peppering the descent from the cliff. It was too dark to recognize particular plants, but their herby scent was soothing Knox’s heart. The smell of Liv’s lemony cologne mixed with his sweat was pure comfort. Familiar. Very much unlike the stench of Vladdy’s death.

Knox pulled away, not wanting to make the long hug weird. He needed to be strong if they were to successfully get away.

Neither of them had much in their wallets, and the amount of cash in Vladdy’s had proved underwhelming, but they had each other and enough street smarts to get by—

Knox met Liv’s gaze, struck by a realization that might really thwart their plans. “My meds. We forgot to go fetch them from our trailer. Fuck! It’s not like we can call a fucking Uber after all this.” So much for street smarts.

The road could be reached on foot, but if they hitchhiked, someone would remember their faces and—

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Liv dragged his hands down his face and pushed the tip of his tongue at the diastema between his two front teeth. Knox always thought it looked kind of cute on him, and so did all the girls who fell for Liv’s masculine charm and roguish smiles. Most of his upper body was tattooed, with black and white thorny roses emerging onto his neck from a pulpy portrait of a zombified horse taking up most of his back. His chest was covered with colorful hot rods, and his arms featured many random images, some of which were better than others.

Not that it mattered on a man as hot as Liv. Even Knox thought the RIDE FAST inked on his knuckles was the epitome of sexy. It would have been lame on Knox, yet somehow made Liv look even more badass. Anyway, this was the worst possible moment to compare himself to his best friend.

“Uh… yeah, we should have gone earlier, but I fucking panicked. Then again, Amanda was there when I left and so horny she might have stayed up waiting for me,” Liv mumbled, stroking his short crop.

Knox froze, staring at him, then took a step back in case he felt the urge to push Liv into that goddamn lake. “Are you fucking kidding me? You left her there? So I’d come home after a night of work to see her cheating face? What is wrong with you?” He raised his voice with every question, boiling with unresolved fury.

Liv scowled and spread his arms. “Well, she wouldn’t leave me alone and even hid my car keys! That woman's like a cat in heat.”

“Didn’t you fuck her just yesterday?”

Liv’s brows lowered, and he stared at Knox as if he’d overheard him. “So? She’s terrible overall but great in bed.”

Knox couldn’t believe this shit. “She’s hornier than a rabbit in spring. I think she’s a sex addict or something.”

Liv let out a short laugh, as if Knox’s comment lightened his mood despite this being such a somber night. He moved to walk downhill, heading for the road. “I wouldn’t go that far. But even if she were, who wouldn't want a pretty girl gagging for their dick all the freaking time?”

Just thinking about it felt tedious. “Yeah, sure, but too much is too much. Like, how many times a week can you fuck?” Knox pushed his hands into his pockets as he walked alongside Liv with a storm in his heart. He was stuck wearing someone’s old jacket from the construction site’s Lost & Found, because he’d left the house when it had been much warmer.

Liv snorted, meeting his gaze. In the blue glow of the sky, his smiley features looked way smoother than they did during the day, as if the night took away the fine lines of fatigue and minor scarring.

“In the first month after getting together? Like… twice a day? Maybe three if she’s up for it in the morning.”

Knox stopped walking so abruptly he kicked dirt into the air. “What the actual fuck? Once a week is enough. Normal.”

“Shut up,” Liv mumbled, letting his hands drop. “Do you like… not enjoy fucking or something?”

A sudden burst of anger made Knox push Liv’s chest. His mind raced as if he couldn’t comprehend this difference between them. Sure, he’d been aware that Liv was a dog and fucked around a lot, but he never pondered how much a lot was, and this confrontation with reality made him feel painfully inadequate.

“Fuck off! Of course I like to fuck! I just don’t make it my entire personality!” he lashed out, desperate to pull the burning hot brand of shame off his neck.


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