Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Maybe it was the pact with the devil that left him so shell shocked, but he also felt out of place trying to have fun while Elliot was stuck in a straitjacket and guarded like a prisoner, with Fane hauling insult after insult and touching him with invisible hands.
It wasn’t right of Knight to just enjoy himself while all those things were going on.
Even his erection waned despite the hot view just inches from him.
The girls were more into it by the second, getting rid of clothes and sharing passionate kisses. Knight wasn’t even so sure if they’d miss him, were he to get up and go. But who would he be if he did that? Would people notice? Would they gossip that he’d changed, or that his dick wasn’t working right? Did it matter?
Did it matter if people started thinking he was gay?
But he loved girls. And he loved to have a man touch him too. And he liked sampling all the pleasures, with as many people as he could. But if this was how he identified, why couldn’t he just forget everything and fall into the threesome on offer?
Maybe it wasn’t about Elliot in particular, Elliot as a man, but Elliot as someone who needed him? Nao and Sonia wouldn’t miss Knight’s dick, but if Knight didn’t go upstairs and face whatever awaited him there, Elliot would eventually die. And even though Elliot had broken up with him, Knight couldn’t let that happen. No one in the world needed Knight more than Elliot. And not even just because of Fane. It was as if they were so evenly matched that Knight couldn’t imagine anyone taking Elliot’s place.
Knight had never met anyone quite like Elliot, someone who made him feel this protective and at the same time so well understood.
Knight rubbed his eyes and curled up on the sofa, not even interested in finishing his beer. Elliot would eventually get over Knight and find a man. Elliot had a massive appetite for dick, so remaining chaste was not an option. What if he chose some shithead again? Knight had to make sure they stayed close friends so that he could keep an eye on things.
Nao’s hand on his thigh made him jump, and he realized he wasn’t paying attention to the girl-on-girl happening right in front of him. “Knight? Babe? If you’re not into it, we’re gonna go to mine, okay?”
How had it even come to this?
Embarrassment kept him from looking up for a full two seconds, but in the end he raised his head to look at Nao, a very flushed Sonia, and Nao’s fingers playing with Sonia’s exposed nipple.
It was so fucking hot.
And yet he couldn’t focus on them right now.
“Sorry. I thought this headache was going away... but it’s not,” he finished, deflated and rose to his feet. Like some kind of eunuch, he wasn’t even erect. “Gonna lie down. Hope your nails are adequately trimmed.”
Nao laughed and slapped his ass before he stepped away. “I’ve got toys in my room, so don’t you worry about that.”
Knight forced himself to grin, but his lips fell back into their neutral position as soon as he left the room. If he couldn’t do a threesome with two amazingly hot women because his mind was preoccupied by Elliot, then he couldn’t wait another minute. He just needed to deal with it immediately, because his humiliation was some bullshit!
Chapter 31
Elliot was numb with all the thoughts pounding in his brain. Had he made the right decision about his relationship with Knight? All he knew was that he wanted Knight so badly it was making his heart bleed, and yet, if he got in any deeper, he would eventually regret it. Hadn’t Knight said that Elliot should respect himself? Elliot couldn’t be a doormat to the guy he loved, no matter how much it hurt to break it all off.
Knight was the one lying to himself. Nothing would be the same after this. But Elliot could take it and for once stand his ground about what he wanted from a relationship.
Since he didn’t really feel like focusing on anything, he asked Gray to put on a reality show about hoarders, and so they sat together, with Elliot looking at the screen while Gray read something on his reader. Sadly, Fane was getting increasingly agitated with having nothing to do, and the sensation of icy fingers clawing their way into Elliot’s flesh was constantly keeping him on the edge of pain.
“Maybe he could ease our boredom? Spread those legs. Why would he resist?”
Elliot hit the back of his head against the wall in frustration. It was just him and Gray now because at some point Jake had become strangely restless. He’d apologized profusely, and told Gray he needed to go. His face had been so red Elliot wondered if it wasn’t one of those obscure illnesses people got sometimes and then died. He hoped it wasn’t contagious.