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)
“The money from the race… it must be at least twenty thousand,” Knox said, embracing him as Frank started the vehicle, surely eager to go home. But Liv’s attention no longer reached beyond Knox’s body, and he clutched at his man’s ass, grunting when Knox climbed in his lap, already rubbing the front of his pants.
“We’ll work out the rest,” Liv said, opening his eyes wide as his shaft stiffened at a rapid pace. “And Frank is giving us—”
“Lending you,” Frank corrected.
“Yeah, Frank will lend us the rest of the money, so this doesn’t wait.” Liv rubbed the front of Knox’s chest, elated that his beloved will be getting the treatment he needed.
God, he could just eat Knox up. All day, every day.
Knox’s fingers found their way under Liv’s T-shirt. “That’s amazing, Frank. Thank you so much,” he said even though his eyes were on Liv.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” Liv whispered, pulling down the fly of Knox’s pants as need cooked his brain. After everything that happened earlier, the desire to touch him was inescapable, and he had no willpower to wait.
He slid lower to feel Knox on top and be his pillow.
“You better not be fucking back there!” Frank warned.
Knox laughed against Liv’s lips. “Just hand jobs, Frank, okay?”
“Jesus Christ,” Frank mumbled, but his voice faded away as Knox’s tongue teased Liv’s mouth and they melted together, once again finding each other, like they always would.
Epilogue
Knox
One year later
Knox was still weak after the surgery, but the doctors claimed he was healing well, and he couldn’t deny that he was feeling more like himself with every passing day. Liv had played a big part in that though, taking time off work to spend every minute at the hospital, to ease the stress of needing to stay in a place that for Knox was attached to so many terrible memories.
And it worked. While seeing scrubs and smelling all that disinfectant still made Knox uneasy, Liv’s presence, his jokes, and all the attempts at distraction were doing their magic. As the bright purple race car on the screen of a tiny television neared the bend, Knox made it accelerate in an attempt to overtake Liv’s pixel vehicle.
Dane had lent them his console, and while Knox didn’t know where the TV had come from, he didn’t care to ask and just enjoyed himself as they fought for supremacy in their two-person league.
“Ha! Suck. My. Dick,” Liv said with glee as his car almost pushed Knox’s off the track and sped forward.
Knox laughed out loud, madly tapping that X button to go faster. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Knox didn’t feel nervous or offended about this kind of teasing anymore. With Liv at his side, he’d become at peace with his identity, their relationship, and what they did in bed (or out of it). It helped that they lived around gay friends and didn’t have to walk on eggshells about the topic. That wouldn’t have been the case back at their trailer park in California, so Knox didn’t miss much about his former life. He’d never see his dad again, and his mom wouldn’t be around to suggest he could take drugs to alleviate stress.
There were times when Knox worried the false statements they’d made might land them in trouble, but they were here under changed names, and even the record of their arrest had been wiped clean, ensuring their safety. Far from where it all went downhill, he’d been able to start a new, better life at Liv’s side, and he didn’t regret a single thing.
Despite his initial apprehension, and Liv’s stumble with the girl at the secondhand shop, their relationship had only deepened. They’d insulated their trailer, and while it wasn’t where they hoped to end up one day, for now it was a cozy home for the two of them and their dog, California. Because yeah, Liv got him a puppy last Christmas—a quickly growing, well-behaved, Rottweiler that was always happy to go explore the junkyard with Liv and Knox. They didn’t even have to worry about leaving the dog at home for too long when working, because on most occasions, Frank allowed them to bring Cali along.
Even though they were paying Frank off very slowly, they’d had someone to lend them money in the first place. If they ran out of food, they could always count on some scraps from Ezra, and in turn, they could feel useful helping out when their friends needed it. Knox was even considering a plumbing course once their finances allowed it, as that would be a useful skill to have.
But that had to wait. Right now, he’d promised Liv to focus on healing, and for once he didn’t feel the need to grit his teeth and hide his discomfort. After all, his man wouldn’t belittle him for expressing pain. Liv had already announced he’d be taking over most tasks at home, and didn’t let Knox argue about it. Just because he cared. So. Very. Much.