Grind (Wrong Side of the Tracks #4) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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Ezra shrugged, stroking Frank’s thigh, as if he were trying to calm an agitated animal. “It does help if you can separate who you are from what you’re doing, otherwise it would be a very difficult experience. Because while some clients are perfectly normal, others will be assholes. I did enjoy the money, but there’s a reason I kept having sex for myself while escorting. The work wasn’t there to satisfy my needs. But I don’t regret any of it. It did give me freedom from my parents. And it gave me you,” he added in a voice so sweet Frank’s throat suddenly felt thick.

Frank raised his hand to his lips and kissed Ezra’s knuckles. “I love you.”

Ezra’s eyes were like bright stars, lighting up the dark cab when he smiled. “I’ll make sure you never stop. But it’s good to not have this constant pressure for perfection. I like working with you, because what I do now isn’t just about my charm, or the way I look. I really only need to care what you think, lover.”

“And you’re great at it. I know a thing or two about jewelry, but the way you research all the items for potential value… I wouldn’t have the patience.”

They were approaching the junkyard gate, and a giddy feeling once again spread in Frank’s chest. Because now this wasn’t just his home. It was theirs. And while he hated Paul for the trauma he’d caused Ezra, the bastard had ultimately brought them together.

Shane would be home soon, so Frank left the gate open for him and headed straight for the house, but as soon as he got back in the vehicle, Ezra’s hand slid from his thigh and cupped his crotch, drawing a swirl over it with one finger.

“How long will it take us to put everything away when we arrive?” he asked in an innocent tone.

“I love you, but I’m not letting the ice cream melt. We’re gonna have to make a race of it.” Still, Frank slid his hand over Ezra’s, growing more excited by the second. This was the kind of thing that made him feel like he was twenty again. That buzz of arousal always remained in the air, even when neither of them felt like doing anything beyond hugging.

He’d found his Holy Grail in Ezra, and he’d make sure to always remind them both how much that meant.

“Freezer stuff goes into the freezer,” Ezra agreed as his long fingers played the piano on Frank’s growing cock. “But I have little patience today. I might just have to help myself to you.”

Frank wiggled his eyebrows. “Looks like I need to cuff you as I take my time putting things away into the fridge correctly. Should I do that naked?”

Ezra’s teeth shone like pearls when he smiled. “You wouldn’t do that to me!”

Which in Ezra speak meant, hell yes.

There was a good reason Frank had installed ceiling hooks both in the bedroom and in the kitchen.

“You’ll just have to find out,” Frank said and parked in front of their house.

He needed to get rid of that dirty old picket fence. It was time to change things and not dwell on the past, but right now he had more important plans. Plans that involved steel on bare skin.

He grinned when Ezra headed straight for the back of the vehicle and caught him before Ezra managed to pick up any of the bags. “Enough of this. You’re being a tease,” he said, hauling Ezra onto his shoulder and slapping his ass.

Ezra laughed, twitching at the smack, but instead of following up on his act, he wrapped his arms around Frank and hugged him on the way inside.

Fire was already scorching Frank’s brain, so he needed to act fast, before he reached his boiling point and forgot all about the full freezer bags.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ezra asked, pretend-pulling away as soon as Frank put him down in the kitchen/dining room.

Frank chuckled and grabbed his jaw for a kiss. “Whatever the fuck I want. Now strip while I get the freezer shit. You have thirty seconds,” he said and turned on his heel.

“What will you do if I can’t make it?” Ezra called back, but Frank could already hear the rustle of clothes. At the end of the day, he was a good boy.

By the time Frank got back with the bags that mattered, Ezra was already pushing off his pants and shoes. Fuck, was he gorgeous… Absolutely stunning, regardless of the scar on his face. If anything, it only made his beauty stand out more.

Frank might have salivated a little at the sight of Ezra’s cock stiffening.

“I love seeing your nipples so perky from the cold,” Frank chuckled and dumped the bags into the freezer without bothering to unpack them in a more organized fashion. There would be time for that. Right now, he was thirsty.


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