Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
But after the way they parted years ago, Frank wasn’t joining Paul ever again. They both had shit on each other to keep one another’s mouths shut, and that was that. Paul should be glad Frank dealt with the occasional body for him, and if he really thought he could tempt Frank back for ‘one last job’, he was deluded.
Frank had watched enough action movies to know that one last job was always the one where the hero’s life unraveled.
Chapter 5
Frank
Ezra’s heart knocked against the hand Frank splayed on his chest. Its rhythm was fast, hard, triumphant, but as Frank lowered his sweaty body to his lover’s smaller form and buried his nose in fragrant dark hair, it slowed.
The bedroom smelled of arousal and the peppery cologne Frank was now addicted to, but they were both at peace, gradually descending from the high of sex.
Ezra hummed, stroking Frank’s hand as they rested. He was beautiful, intelligent, and possessed qualities that sometimes made Frank feel almost unworthy of his presence, but when he was like this—tired out after an intense fuck session, the walls of professional charm became translucent, proving that Ezra was a man of flesh and blood.
Frank liked him both ways, but in moments like this one, when Ezra was unguarded, he had a glimpse of what it would be to have him for real.
But it wasn’t a thought Frank wanted to entertain.
Ezra rolled his cheek against the pillow and peeked at him over the shoulder. “Give me a moment,” he said with a raspy laugh.
“Take all the time you need,” Frank said with a smile and gently pulled on Ezra’s ear with his teeth. He liked this moment after sex as much as their wild times between the sheets. So maybe it was sappy, but cuddling a sweaty, spent Ezra made him feel all mushy inside. This was the most intimate he could allow himself to get without compromising his safety and that of his friends. Relationships were not for him, but when Frank was with Ezra, he allowed himself to pretend that he was in fact just a guy who owned a legitimate business and had nothing to hide.
A purr came from Ezra’s mouth, and he reached back, gliding his hand across Frank’s hip, all the way to his ribs. “Where did that bruise come from? Does it hurt?” he whispered.
It wasn’t as though his friends didn’t care about him, but when Ezra noticed things like that, it made Frank feel seen on a whole different level. So maybe he did want to be coddled a little from time to time and feel like he didn’t need to carry the weight of the world on his own.
“Ah, it’s nothing,” he downplayed the nasty bruise that did in fact hurt. “I was moving a big pipe the other day with my nephew, and it fell on me when he got distracted by a fox.”
Ezra’s long fingers made little circles over the black-and-blue blots. He was so perceptive, always noticing small things no one else Frank knew would be aware of. “You need to be more careful. At this rate, you’re going to have more injuries than tattoos. But I have something that could help them disappear faster, if you’d like. And I’m not just gonna kiss them better, even though I’ll definitely do that too,” he added with a raspy laugh.
“Sure. As long as it involves your hands on me, I’ll be happy.” He smiled and stroked Ezra’s hair. It was always so shiny and smelled like a garden deep in the jungle.
The idea of showing him off as a prize on his arm once more popped into his head. He’d been meaning to ask Ezra last time but ended up too wrapped up in his own thoughts. Frank paid for these meetings. He shouldn’t be afraid of rejection. If Ezra turned him down, he would surely be graceful and charming enough to soften the blow, but Frank’s tongue remained tied into knots when it came to his new request.
He wanted to invite Ezra to a Strongman event he was taking part in next month. It was in another state, his friends weren’t coming, so there would be no need for his two worlds to collide. Selfishly, he also dreamed of Ezra watching him at the competition, cheering him on, maybe even congratulating him on a win. Just seeing Ezra’s eyes go all wide and shiny as he witnessed Frank doing tire flips or lifting Atlas Stones would be a boost to Frank’s ego, and he’d get a blowjob afterwards whether he won or lost.
Ezra gave amazing head and was utterly shameless in the way he always kept staring into Frank’s eyes, an artist of pleasure who always guessed Frank’s wishes.
Ezra stirred, and when his shoulder pushed at Frank’s chest, it was a signal to let him out of the tight cocoon of flesh and sheets. But as Frank lifted himself, the fine, muscular body below flipped over instead of sliding out of the embrace.