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)
“In a year?” Ezra asked with barely withheld terror. “But I… all of my things are still at home. Lots of valuables too. Do you think he can track card transactions… somehow, like in some spy movie?”
Frank nodded. “It’s possible. Better safe than sorry. In a while, I might be able to get my friend Shane and go to your apartment to retrieve your stuff. But there’s nothing more valuable than your life. If you have savings in your accounts, just let them sit there for now.”
Ezra pressed both heels of his hands to his eyes, breathing hard. But as tension left his body, he let his wrists rest on Frank’s shoulders and leaned toward him. “Frank, I… I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re so kind.”
Oh God… He’d be kind to Ezra all night long if it wasn’t so wrong.
Frank shrugged. “I’m just… I’ve had a helping hand in life. At a time when I thought things were going downhill, my grandfather reached out and I ended up inheriting this place from him even though at that point I was nothing but a menace to society. I feel I have a duty to repay that kindness. I’d probably be dead by now if he hadn’t helped me.” He briefly wondered what Grandpa would think of his illegal side business, but he wasn’t there to see it anyway.
Frank’s heart stopped when Ezra cupped his face and rubbed his cheeks with his thumbs, like he’d always do when they were in bed together. It was a gesture of tenderness that had no place in their current situation, no matter how badly Frank longed to lean into it and forget that Ezra was now trapped here, at the mercy of his good will.
He cleared his throat and got up. “Listen. Sweetie. I—No, I’m going about it the wrong way.” One more deep breath. “I’m no ethics professor, but even I know it wouldn’t be okay to continue what we… had in the current situation. I don’t expect that of you, okay?” Even if he craved it. “You’re stuck here, so it just wouldn’t be right.”
Ezra stared back, no longer breathing, but he kept his hand on Frank, letting it slide lower as Frank rose. “But… it’s okay. I want us to continue,” he added, steadying himself. “You know I’m attracted to you.”
He couldn’t have twisted that knife any harder.
Frank sighed and decided to lay his cards on the table. “Only that I don’t know. I know I can get you hard and make you come but not how you actually feel about all this, because I paid for the pleasure of your company. I won’t be fucking you in exchange for protection. My conscience might not be as clear as your skin, but that ain’t right. If you want to repay my kindness, which you don’t have to, because it’s freely given, then… as you can see, my house is a mess. Clean up, cook me those meals I love so much, and that’s that.”
In moments like this Frank wished his moral compass was a bit more skewed, because in his daydreams he was pinning Ezra to the table, his lovely moans and whimpers resonating in the room. In that fantasy, he had his hands cuffed above his head and told Frank how safe he felt here. Under him.
Ezra swallowed over and over as he rubbed his hands on his thighs, more vulnerable than he probably considered himself to be. “You don’t believe me?”
Frank wanted to, he really did. But he wasn’t a dick-struck kid like his nephew. He was old enough to know better. “I don’t know what to believe, so I’d rather play it safe for both our sakes. So what? You gonna make me that breakfast?” A little consolation for this clusterfuck. He extended his hand to Ezra, who took it after a moment of hesitation.
“I’ll make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if that’s what you want,” he said, holding Frank’s gaze so intensely a jolt of electricity trailed over his cock.
No. Was he getting hard from this?
Maybe this was his kink. Saving dudes in distress.
Frank squeezed Ezra’s hand, shook it as if they'd just struck a business deal, then pulled away.
He had no idea how they were supposed to live together and not end up fucking.
Chapter 10
Ezra
Separate rooms.
Separate beds.
Four days after first arriving at Frank’s, Ezra was climbing the walls out of frustration. No, he hadn’t spontaneously turned into Spiderman, but now that every single surface in the house—including the damn stains on the walls—has been cleaned, how was he to distract himself from his libido? It buzzed at the back of his mind like a mosquito that wouldn’t suck him dry.
He’d put on the clothes he came here in while they were still damp, because he refused to wear some old stained tracksuit or torn T-shirt when Frank was around. The bastard embodied a Greek God while he… pulled a car behind him right outside, teasing Ezra with his shirtless body.