Wanted (Wrong Side of the Tracks #5) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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But when Liv rocked against him, a hot shiver went up Knox’s spine as if he were being poked by the devil’s pitchfork. Sure, it had been a few weeks since his last fuck with Amanda, but this didn’t feel right. And yet he was harder by the second, and more confused than he’d like to admit. His cheeks heated, his ears burned, and it was about time to put a stop to this idiocy.

“Liv! Wake the fuck up.” He shoved at his friend again, but when Liv pinched his nipple through the sweatshirt, a moan ripped out of his mouth instead of the next round of harsh words. He couldn’t stop it. Something about the heat and scent of Liv’s body, and Knox’s own arousal, made his skin unusually sensitive. As if every square inch of it was only waiting for more touch.

This wasn’t fucking normal.

Maybe he was dreaming too?

A nightmare of all nightmares that might end up staining his friendship with Liv forever.

And yet, when Liv’s hand traveled lower and rested over Knox’s dick, Knox did not stop him.

He swallowed, unable to move, as if he were in sleep paralysis. His breath shallowed when Liv’s warm aroma enveloped him like expensive silk. It was no news that Liv was a bit bigger than him. Everywhere. Yet right now, it felt like a revelation that held all of his attention.

This wasn’t the first time he and Liv ended up sleeping in the same bed for one reason or another, but it never occurred to him that being this close could lead to anything… illicit. They were just good friends, so that would have been ridiculous.

And gay.

And wrong.

And fucked up.

But here he was, fighting the urge to rock back against the stiff presence and meet Liv’s insistent humping. Each jab of his hips was like the strike of flint against steel, and despite knowing the sparks might set them both on fire, he could not stop moving.

“Liv. You fucking dog,” he mumbled, painfully aware that if he wanted Liv to wake up, he should have said it louder. Liv only stopped when Knox reached back and swatted his hip.

He grumbled like a lion about to sate his lust, and the low, guttural quality of his grunt rained little needles of heat all over Knox.

Knox assumed Liv would back off any minute now, grossed out by the fact that his hand was rubbing a hard dick that wasn’t his own. But Liv stalled before raising to one elbow while that insistent hand remained on Knox’s groin.

“You’re hard,” Liv mumbled, and Knox sensed the heat of judgmental eyes at the back of his neck.

He looked back with a scowl, all too aware of the flush burning his features. “You’re one to talk. You’ve been rubbing your morning wood against me, you perverted fucker.” But despite the anxious fury glowing deep inside, when his gaze met Liv’s, his heart did a little flip. And why would that happen? He'd seen those brown eyes a million times.

Knox could hardly remember being this horny for no reason. He hadn’t even been thinking about anything sexy. Maybe he’d had a wet dream he didn’t remember? Because how else could this have—

Liv’s nostrils flared as sleepiness drained from his brown gaze. Just when Knox thought his friend would fuck off with those big hands, Liv grinned, pushing his tongue at the gap between his front teeth.

“Aw, babe! Why are you being so cold? You don’t like having your titties squeezed?” he joked and gave Knox’s pec the gentlest squish, which somehow…somehow—

Fuck, Knox’s brain was fried, and his cock got even harder.

He stilled, registering the soft moan coming from his own lips, and followed the embarrassing sound with laughter, because it made him so nervous, he didn’t know what else to do. “Get off, you ass! And not on me.” He grabbed both of Liv’s hands and wrestled them away, maybe wiggling against Liv’s dick in a way he shouldn't have, but that would stay between Knox and Satan.

“Oh, come on, you’re afraid of my dick? What did it ever do to you?” Liv asked with laughter woven through his words so perfectly his voice made Knox throb. Especially the way he said dick, rolling it on his tongue as if it gave him pleasure.

Liv rose to his knees and grabbed Knox’s wrists, holding them above his head while he climbed on top to pin Knox down like they used to do when wrestling.

His neck was so wiry, and the rose tattoos peeking out from under his top made Knox think about the tanned, warm flesh hidden under the fabric. It had been a while since he’d had an excuse to touch Liv's chest. But the fact that he admired its width and shape had always remained locked in a big box of secret thoughts no one could access.


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