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)
He let Liv guide him down and didn’t even wait to open Liv’s belt. “Beer is good,” he said, barely able to think about anything other than Liv’s cock about to rub his tonsils.
He could already smell arousal trapped under denim, and he pressed his entire face to the open zipper, just breathing in the musky scent while Liv petted him as if he were an affectionate cat, not a man about to give another guy a blowjob.
“I’m sure that right now you want to swallow something else.”
Knox put his hands on Liv’s hips and looked up. As he locked his gaze with Liv’s, he rolled out the red carpet of his tongue, uncaring how obscene it was. He wanted Liv’s dick too much to give a fuck.
Chapter 23
Liv
Two weeks had passed, and while Frank worked them like two donkeys, they didn’t need to kill anyone or deal with dead bodies, so that counted as a win in Liv’s book. Knox’s newfound talent for dicksucking sweetened the deal, and while the nights were getting colder, a portable radiator and Knox’s body helped with the chill.
They cleaned up their new trailer to a decent level, and now even had a shower to themselves. Old and with the kind of pressure that gave them hardly anything then randomly spat out bouts of water as if their shower sex offended the piping, but it was better than nothing.
Liv had also noticed that since Knox started getting a good hard fuck every other day, he’d mellowed out and wasn’t as snappy. Liv would go as far as calling him sweet, but not to his face, since he didn’t want a slap. He would have fucked Knox’s tight little hole every day if he wasn’t such a gentleman. He didn’t want Knox to get hurt after all.
But that hadn’t stopped him from discovering his favorite position.
He did love them all, but there was something real special about folding Knox in two and driving into him while the handsome face below bloomed with emotion, betraying Knox’s every thought.
Liv loved a responsive lover, and Knox was a true gem in that department, as if Liv’s cock were the key to the real, unguarded him.
It was only natural that Liv found himself wanting to see more of it outside the bedroom too, so he declared their first payday date night. Knox had been a bit sheepish about it, whining about money, but cash was for living, not putting it in a sock.
They’ve been to the supermarket with Ezra last week, but other than that, this was their first trip out into town, and Liv was set on making the best of it. Their photographs hadn’t been published in the media beyond California, so he was reasonably sure that as long as they didn’t bump into the police, nobody would recognize them.
When they parked in front of the small cinema, he reached for Knox, as he often did. Just because. He liked touching him, and took any opportunity he got for that, so it was a sobering reality for Knox to frown at him and move out of reach.
“We’re in public,” Knox said in a lowered voice.
It was reasonable to keep the PDA to a minimum, but the twisted expression on Knox’s face, and the way he withdrew still felt cold.
Liv exhaled, reaching for his wallet. “I suppose we don’t want to draw too much attention, all things considered.”
“I don’t want people staring.”
Knox stood by him once they entered the cinema, but he crossed his arms on his chest as if to make sure Liv understood how off-limits he was. Which wasn’t a good start to a date.
So maybe they were in a shitty little cinema where carpets had lost their color and there was only one screen, but Liv would make Knox’s first gay date memorable if it killed him. It was also their first real date. He was pretty sure Knox took it seriously too, because he refused to wear the oversized piece of shit jacket with a hole on the elbow, despite the cold, was instead wearing a black hoodie. A hoodie that fit his trim body well, and had most likely been chosen for its style not warmth. He wanted to look good. For Liv.
It was damn flattering.
“People always stare at you,” Liv said and placed his hand on Knox’s shoulder, because he sure as hell was not going on a date that didn’t include any physical contact. “That’s what happens when you’re hot.”
“You’d know.” Knox smirked, handsome as fuck. He’d shaved clean today, which made him look a bit younger, and he wore his hair in a ponytail, but a few strands still hung at the front of his face.
Liv could eat him alive. Just push him against the nearest wall and ravish his neck, covering it with love bites.