Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
It elicited a bright laugh, and Liv grinned. “May I be the practice banana? Pretty pretty please?”
Knox laughed out loud, because he knew exactly what this was about. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for. Didn’t I break four of them and still failed? I’m not breaking your dick. It’s too precious.”
“Good thing that it’s gonna be hard as steel when you wrap your rosy lips around it.”
They reached into the yard in front of Frank’s door as the other guys already poured into the house.
Knox licked his lips. “You wanna…?” He pointed to the workshop with his head, and seeing Liv brighten up like a dog about to be taken for a walk changed something inside Knox. He felt... powerful. Liv had such an ease picking up chicks that he could be quite blasé about sex at times, so seeing him this excited, almost as if a night with Knox was the reward he’d been waiting for all along, tickled Knox’s ego.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” Liv rasped, sending a shiver down Knox’s body. He was already leading the way toward the workshop when Frank cleared his throat.
“After the night we had because of you? You’re not avoiding us tonight. Come in.” He gestured to the door and as much as Knox wanted to get another taste of Liv’s dick, they were on shaky ground and needed all the allies they could get.
Before going in, Knox gave Liv a quick kiss. Just because he could.
Chapter 18
Knox
“But, like, how is it, that getting a smooch to the back of my head feels gayer than a dick up my ass, you know?” Knox slurred, to a roar of laughter. Even the dog joined in by barking.
He slouched over the table and shook his head. His inhibitions on gay topics disappeared around beer number five, and maybe that was for the better, because he had questions.
Jag had left to spend the evening with his mate, though Ros had speculated that Jag might be hanging around the house somewhere, still unsure of Liv and Knox. They all sat around the dining table made out of a large chunk of polished wood, but the many stains told a story of the parties that had come before this one.
It was warm inside the house, and, weirdly enough, the temperature somehow reached Knox’s heart, putting it at peace as he leaned into Liv’s embrace, losing his inhibitions by watching the other two couples together.
Liv hummed. “If I were you, the dick up my ass would definitely feel gayer,” he said with the slightest mumble.
Knox turned his head just enough to graze his lips over Liv’s stubbly cheek. He was now allowed to do this? Absolutely fucking crazy.
Shane shook his head, going through the bottle of whiskey he shared with Frank. “In the can lots of guys fucked around, but almost no one was gay. A mystery how that happens.”
“Sometimes, you just want another warm body, I guess. And you don’t have to like guys to fuck them. I’ve known several men who did that because it paid well,” Ezra muttered against his glass of cognac and stroked Frank’s shoulder, absent-mindedly watching the wall.
It still blew Knox’s mind that not only had he had sex with Liv, but also now hung out with not one, but four other gay guys. And couples at that, who weren’t shy about showing affection. As if it was normal. Maybe it was and he needed to get used to it.
Alcohol was helping, and he might just want to sit in Liv’s lap soon.
“And I wasn’t even allowed to wrestle ‘cause my dad said it was gay to touch guys so much,” Knox said, taking a big swig of beer. Just the memory made the drink taste sour. “This one time I was wrestling with some kid. I had to be like twelve or something, and I got a bit of a boner. Maybe he saw that I wasn’t putting my all into winning, connected the dots and that’s why he pulled me out of the classes.”
Frank’s hard features twisted. “He couldn’t have noticed if you were close together.”
Liv put his entire face in Knox’s hair, breathed in against his scalp and gave it a kiss. “Your old man’s got shit for brains. That level of obsession with that topic is not normal.”
Ros, who’d definitely had a bit too much to drink at this point, rested both his arms on the table and used them as a pillow. “Maybe he’s one of those people, who are scared of something inside them and then see it everywhere? All my dad cared about was that my coming out would ruin his reputation. Fuck ‘em.”
Knox shrugged. “Well, he’s in prison now, so who knows, maybe he’s discovering a whole lot about himself.”