Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks #1) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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Emotion broke over Shane like a wave, and he uttered, “Are you serious?”

Rosen nodded, but before he could have voiced anything, Shane dove in and pressed their lips together.

The ground could have cracked under their feet, and he wouldn’t have noticed with the fireworks exploding inside his skull. Ros didn’t back away or slap him, and instead opened his lips in invitation, as if he’d also waited for this very moment for way too long. He wrapped his arms around Shane’s neck, stepping even closer so they could press against each other as their tongues found a way to communicate without words.

Even Frank’s sarcastic slow clap couldn’t take Shane out of this triumphant moment.

“How very unexpected,” Frank said. “Is that the final decision? We’re busting him?”

Shane looked down at Ros, his flesh so hot he could barely think, but when the boy’s eyes grew more intense, he choked out, “Yeah. It’s our final decision. Let’s give him justice.”

Frank shook his head. “Okay. Your call, Shane. But you both stay here.”

"And you won't get in trouble if the police come over here?" Ros asked, never letting go of Shane's hand.

Frank waved off his concern. "I've made some friends with badges over the years. We'll be fine,” he said and ventured across the house. Each creak the floor made under his weight was like a splinter pushing into Shane’s skin, but he wouldn’t move, enchanted by the flush on Rosen’s cheeks.

The moment Frank left through the back door though, Shane’s lips were back on Rosen’s, and they stumbled at the nearest wall, their hands rolling up and down bodies covered by too much fabric.

“I missed you,” Ros uttered between one kiss and another, unzipping Shane’s jacket in a frenzy. They hadn’t discussed how far they wanted this to go, yet despite Rosen’s father outside, Shane had a feeling they were on the same page.

He stepped on his boot and lifted his knee to pull his foot out before doing the same with the other, and ditched his outerwear as soon as it was open.

“I dream about you every night. Can’t stand being apart,” Shane whispered, nudging Rosen toward the small bedroom. The last thing he needed was Frank walking in on them, but even if they had enough time alone, what he required to fulfill his dreams was lube. And its location in the top drawer was about the only thing he remembered in that moment.

Ros backed into the corridor, his blue eyes piercing Shane with their warm glow. His earlier pallor was making way for a flush, and he couldn’t have been more beautiful than in the moment when he stepped into the shadow of the partition wall.

“I know we shouldn’t right now… but I really want to,” he whispered as if his dad could have overheard him outside.

So maybe Shane did get to ruin Rosen Beck after all. Just not in the way he'd expected.

“I don’t care. I just need you. It’s been so fucking long, baby,” Shane said, pushing Ros against the door.

"Too long," Ros agreed, nodding so fervently hair fell into his face, and he leaned in for another kiss. Shane’s tongue felt cool when compared to the lush heat of that pretty mouth, but when he pressed on the handle, they both rolled into the narrow space, which was colored a bright yellow by the curtain left to obscure the window.

The predator in him roared in triumph, because he’d now trapped his prey someplace he couldn’t run from, but the side of Shane that so desperately wanted to be desired by this boy took its time to look into the blue eyes for the final confirmation.

“Want to be inside you.”

Ros kicked the door shut behind them and pulled Shane to the bed. “You’ve got no idea how badly I need that. You’re my first, my only, and I love you so much.”

Shane stalled, baffled by the declaration, but it was as if all the lights that had previously been dimmed inside him exploded with brightness at the same moment. He pushed his fingers into the long hair at the back of Rosen’s head and smiled, his heart pulsing with warmth. “Me too, baby. You’re the only one who ever counted.”

"I want to trust you," Ros whispered, his eyes like pools of warm blue water Shane could enjoy forever.

This boy was nothing like the men Shane had spent so many years with in prison, and that was exactly what he needed from a partner. Soft and pretty, like a flower blooming among weeds, Ros was someone Shane would cherish forever.

And to make the declaration yet more delicious, Ros’s skilful fingers were already on Shane’s zipper. His touch made Shane’s head light, because all the blood from his upper body rushed between his legs, filling up his cock until it stiffened and poked at the beautiful hands through underwear.


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