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)
Ezra leaned against the wall, his smooth, toned body a feast for the eyes as he met Frank’s gaze in a clear challenge. Someone wanted to be manhandled tonight.
Frank opened their fun drawer and pulled out a pair of cuffs, eying his naked prey. When he moved to the right of the table, Ezra moved to the left. They did this dance a few times, but when Ezra circled the table and got close to the corridor, he sprinted toward the bedroom.
That was Frank’s cue. He caught up and grabbed Ezra by the waist before he could have reached his destination.
Laughter tore out of Ezra’s chest as he mock-beat Frank’s back, but by the time Frank pushed his face and chest flat against the table and pressed his growing cock to the bare ass, the sound died on the pretty lips.
Frank’s brain fogged as he leaned down, pushing his nose through the fragrant hair at the back of Ezra’s head, but he wanted to be ready before they started playing, so instead of following his immediate instinct to knead his lover’s beautiful back, Frank pulled him toward the hook, cuffed his hands, and then attached the long chain to the ceiling.
Only then, with Ezra secured, did he take off his jacket, then his T-shirt, just to get a kick out of Ezra’s needy little moan. His amber eyes were on fire, and his half-hard cock drew Frank’s gaze as they studied one another in this moment of delicious agony.
What would happen tonight? Should Frank keep him like this? Naked in the middle of the room, shifting his weight impatiently while he was touched and teased? It was pure delight to edge him in this position, when he had nothing to rub against and nowhere to run.
Ezra shivered, rising to his toes when Frank touched his balls, but the moment those angular hips shifted forward, seeking more, Frank made himself pull away, to Ezra’s pleading whine.
They both stilled at the buzz of an approaching vehicle, but Shane’s shortest way home featured the cleared land next to their place, so Frank gave Ezra’s lips a kiss and pulled the curtains shut before heading to the bedroom, to pick the tools he’d like to use tonight. The collection had recently gained a new item—a long, very soft feather, and he picked it up, imagining the needy glow in Ezra’s eyes once the delicate barbs were pulled over his skin with cruel gentleness.
The car stopping in front of his house abruptly made the hairs on Frank’s arms bristle, and he rushed to the kitchen, in case Shane had the stupid idea to pop in. But just as he walked out of the bedroom, quick footsteps outside suggested there was no time left. Frank swore under his breath and stood in front of Ezra to hide him as the door opened.
“Kindly get the fuck out—” he started, but Shane wasn’t the one who dashed in, and Frank spread his arms to shield Ezra, dropping the box of toys.
A small vibrator rolled over the floor and hit Paul’s shoe.
Chapter 30
Frank
Frank’s first instinct was to grab a blanket and cover Ezra, but his feet wouldn’t move as he turned into a wall between his lover and a former friend who’d turned out to be such a pain in the ass. His breath got stuck in his throat, because he was not prepared for this. He didn’t have a knife, a gun, or even a piece of string to wrestle a potential weapon out of Paul’s hand, but he would protect Ezra with his own life regardless.
The hurried breathing behind him made the fine hair on his nape stand to attention, as if danger was looming everywhere around him, but with Paul pinning him with wide eyes, there was only one thing he could focus on.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Frank asked in a voice that seemed to come from somewhere deep within him.
Paul locked the door just as the grunt of engines thrummed under Frank’s feet.
“S-someone’s coming,” Ezra whispered when Frank’s gaze shot to the gun in Paul’s hand.
The bald reptile cocked his head in a way that made a bone pop somewhere in his neck and pleaded, “Frank, you gotta help me.”
“I don’t have to do shit,” Frank spat, worried out of his mind that Paul might lash out and do something unpredictable.
“If you’d gone on the job with me, it wouldn’t have happened, so just do me this one fucking favor?” Paul asked, his face sweaty.
Frank scowled. “You fucked up. And I’m supposed to pick up the pieces?”
“For old times’ sake, Frank. There’s maybe six of them. Casino bodyguards. Goons. Easy.”
Frank’s blood turned into ice. “You led them here? To my home? What the actual fuck? Leave. Now!”
A drop of sweat rolled along Paul’s brow and slid down the side of his nose as he stared back at Frank, panting while the vehicles roared ever closer. “They’re gonna off me. I had no choice.”