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)
Jag considered Shane’s offer for a long time, as if there were better options than going by car. “Yes,” he said in the end. “The egg wraps are still warm. Dane will like them better fresh.”
“Come on then,” Shane said and waved Frank’s way before settling his gaze on Ezra for a bit too long. Hot shivers trailed down Ezra’s back, prompting his insides to cramp, because something must have happened since Shane and Frank had left for his apartment, and he hated knowing that once the door closed behind their guests, the unknown would come for him.
Carmen's words of warning about dating clients were always somewhere at the back of his mind whether he liked it or not.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, managing to keep his voice steady.
“Thanks guys, see ya,” Frank said, raising his hand goodbye. “I’m pretty sure we brought everything you listed, but the bad news is, the house was trashed. Paul’s guys must have been there. It’s a good thing you hid the valuables well.”
Ezra exhaled, focusing on the air leaving his lungs as he approached Frank, relieved that his strange behavior was caused by worry rather than anger. “Thank you so much.”
Frank pulled him in for a tight hug that was as enigmatic as it was pleasant. He didn’t say anything though, just kissed the top of his head.
Ezra hummed and kissed Frank’s pec, listening to the steady heartbeat thumping so close to his ear it felt like a wordless message. “Maybe it was reckless. What if they were there when you arrived?” he mumbled.
“Well, they weren’t. It’s okay,” Frank said, warming Ezra’s hair with his breath, but something was off about his aura. Unsaid questions brewed under the surface, but just as Ezra stiffened in apprehension, Frank squeezed the back of Ezra’s T-shirt and sniffed him. “You smell nice. Strawberries?”
Ezra grinned and pulled on Frank’s belt loops, bringing him closer to the front of the sofa. The tension he’d felt moments ago turned into anticipation, and he pushed at Frank, making him drop into the seat. “I wanted to look nice for you.”
Finally. A smile. But the danger wasn’t over, because while Frank hadn’t voiced whatever doubts he had yet, it was coming, and Ezra needed to reel Frank back into his corner.
“You always look nice for me. Even when you got that rash,” Frank teased, because at the time it happened, he’d claimed to barely see it.
“Flattery. I must be really good in bed,” Ezra whispered, stepping between Frank’s spread legs and resting his hands on the back rest, on each side of Frank’s head.
Frank was still rigid, but clouds gradually lifted from his features as he regarded Ezra in silence. Maybe he needed a distraction from the danger he’d put himself and Shane in by visiting Ezra’s old apartment?
His answer came when Frank ran his hands down the sides of Ezra’s body, his dark gaze warm yet penetrating, as if he were assessing whether Ezra was worth all this trouble. If he was still uncertain, Ezra could give him all the reasons, and chase away whatever questions were floating in Frank’s head.
“In bed. On the sofa. On the floor. In a boat…” Frank whispered as the corners of his mouth lifted, making his face less severe.
Ezra grinned, remembering the hand job he’d given Frank in the middle of the lake at midnight. “Oh, you liked that one, hm?” he teased, leaning in to press his lips to Frank’s ear. His dusky skin and black hair smelled of safety, overwhelming in their sweet muskiness as he rolled his tongue against the warm flesh.
Frank’s hands slid down to Ezra’s ass and squeezed. “I’d like to take you out there again once all of this blows over.”
Speaking about the future felt pointless, but whatever choices Ezra would make once the danger was over, right now his world was limited to Frank’s home. His approval was everything, and the fear of rejection was like a throbbing blade that might fall on Ezra’s neck at the most unexpected time.
“I’d rather focus on the now,” he murmured, flexing his buttocks in Frank’s grip while trailing kisses down his man’s scruffy neck.
“Me too,” Frank whispered so tenderly something inside of Ezra twisted. He pushed his hands up Ezra’s T-shirt, tracing his spine as he turned his head for their lips to meet.
It was electrifying, and Ezra found himself leaning closer, until his knee slid between Frank’s spread thighs and nudged his soft cock through denim. They both gasped, and the unspoken tension in Frank fueled his touch. When their eyes met and Frank’s lips almost opened, no doubt to drop a bomb that would back Ezra against a wall, it became clear Ezra needed to distract him.
Frank licked his lips and met Ezra’s eyes. “How about we—”
“Fuck?” Ezra blurted out because the red light flashed in his mind like mad. There was a fire in Frank’s head, and he needed to extinguish it. And only one way came to his mind as naturally as breathing.