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)
A stupid grin bloomed on Knox’s face as he ran his fingers over the handle and gave Cy a sneaky glance. “Oh, yeah? What else did he polish?” There. He was gay-flirting.
Cy’s real eye darkened, and he leaned in, lowering his voice so much Knox needed to step closer to hear him over the music. “Same thing I want you to polish later tonight. But there’s a bit of an issue with that, isn’t there?”
Knox licked his lips as his brain melted. Maybe he’d over-flirted. Was he ready to take a guy’s dick in his mouth? Do the thing he’d in the past told other people to do if he wanted them to piss off?
It felt as if his lips moved on autopilot, independently of his conflicted mind. “Nah. Me and Liv… we’re open to new… experiences. He just doesn’t wanna see it.”
Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
Cy’s brows rose, and for a moment Knox sizzled like meat on a hot grill, but then the massive biker smiled and knocked their bottles together. “You wanna move this somewhere more private?” he asked as his thick arm rested on Knox’s shoulders, exuding the same delicious scent it had in the morning.
Now that he didn’t perceive every move from a guy as an attack on his masculinity he needed to counter, he had to admit that yeah, it felt good to have that heavy arm on his shoulders. It somehow triggered both excitement and a sense of safety, just like when Liv had hugged him at breakfast.
Maybe he had unresolved daddy issues.
He had to take a deep breath because his heart started rattling when he glanced down at the front of Cy’s pants. Could he really kneel and get this dude off?
Knox shivered, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what his answer might mean, but before he opened his mouth, a familiar voice cut into the blooming desire and turned it into a toxic cloud that should have never come into existence.
“Cyborg, you’re a really swell guy, aren’t you? Making sure my boyfriend doesn’t get too cold while I’m not around.”
Chapter 14
Liv
The smell of gasoline was thick in the air, but when Liv emerged from Shane’s car, all he could think of was the fact that Knox didn’t seem to want him here. Which meant that he’d purposefully left him behind. And Liv wouldn’t have that. Not before they talked. Not when their survival depended on keeping up the illusion of being a happy couple. This was just… not on. Not something a friend should do.
A mean-looking bastard in a red hoodie pushed past him alongside a dude with a bleeding face and two other guys, but Liv ignored them, and walked straight past the modded vehicles where a small crowd had gathered around their drivers. He headed straight for one of the nearby hangars, which blasted loud music and had people going in and out as if the entrance was a highway. Fuck. He already saw at least a hundred people, and there had to be more inside. Not to mention that some other structures were warded off as club property that he couldn’t just stride into if he wanted to keep his head! How was he to find Knox before…
Before what?
“You just missed a lot of noise, Shane,” someone called out, but Liv ignored them and pressed on until Shane grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
He wanted to roar at his new friend for stalling him when their reason to be here was so very urgent. But then he saw motorcycle club colors on the chest of a tall man with shoulder-long brown hair, a scar on his lip, and hammers tattooed on both forearms. The man sucked on a cigarette and tapped a box of smokes that stuck out of his pocket, but Shane wordlessly declined.
“Hammer. Having a good time tonight, I see?”
The stranger shrugged. “Bit too busy for my taste. But it is what it is.”
“You seen your sergeant anywhere?” Shane asked.
Liv shifted his weight, but he got the point. Shane’s biker buddy was more likely to know where Cy was, and asking him was more sensible than Liv running around like a headless chicken.
Hammer gave Liv a level glance that expressed nothing. “He’s keeping busy, just broke up a fight. I’m pretty sure he went to see his ride after that.”
Shane grinned and gave Hammer’s arm an appreciative tap, then stepped away, heading right past the busy hangar.
“I think the hogs should be just about he—” Shane started only to stop speaking when the row of bikes came into view.
Liv’s heart stopped too, because right under a lamp casting a sickly glow on all the vehicles was Cyborg’s massive form. And right next to it—uncomfortably close—stood Knox.
Liv half-expected Shane to hold him back when he stepped toward the two men, but it didn’t happen, so he walked to the drumming rhythm of AC/DC’s ‘Highway to Hell’. Knox looked up at Cy like some shy maiden when the bastard’s arm rested on his shoulders.