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)
Knox smirked. “I just fucking might, along with the picture of my middle finger.”
How was he so at ease with these guys? Sure, he was on his sixth beer—or should he be counting the ones at the biker party—but it was about the vibe here. Sure, he always liked to show off a little, but he didn’t feel like he needed to compete with these guys or pretend to like pussy more than he did. He could be himself. Truly. Maybe for the first time ever. And that was exhilarating.
Earlier today, he’d sulked that he’d never be one of the guys again now that he was gay. But those men treated him like one of their own already, based on an invisible bond, an experience they all shared in one way or another, which brought them closer within hours not years.
Ezra soon approached them with a whole tray of supplies, which for some reason included a small, well-cleaned and peeled potato. “You need some booze for… you know, pain?” Ezra asked, but Liv was already putting on the latex gloves he’d been given. With a cocky smile in place, he looked like he was about to have fun, not help Knox fulfill an old wish. But then again, hadn’t he already done that earlier, equally happy with himself?
“He’ll be fine. My Knox is a powerhouse.”
The room seemed to shrink around them.
My Knox.
Yeah, that was what Knox wanted. To belong to Liv. To be with him.
“I drank enough, it’ll be a breeze,” Knox said without fear. After what he’d been through tonight, a little sting would be nothing.
His heart rattled when Liv approached, and he spread his legs with a silly grin, letting Liv between them.
“Look, he’s already learned the right moves,” Shane pointed out, laughing when Liv showed him the finger.
He then proceeded to nudge Knox’s chin up, so he could see his nose better. The frown pinching his eyebrows was so damn sexy it made Knox’s balls throb. Liv was still smiling, but his eyes? They were cool with focus as he picked up the needle and pinched Knox’s septum. Pleasure welled up inside Knox, soon followed by pain that had tears welling up in his eyes.
But it only lasted a moment. He licked his lips when a few drops of blood dripped down his face.
“Sit still,” Liv instructed as he pushed the ring through, then locked it with the ball.
Everything was changing tonight, including Knox’s looks. He got the piercing he’d always wanted, the man he desired, and would go to bed with him in a warm room, fairly certain that they wouldn’t wake up to cops standing over them come morning.
He had no idea what these changes would mean for them in the future, but right now, he was happy.
“How’s it look?” he asked Liv with his heart drumming like mad from excitement.
Liv took a deep breath, and just as Knox deflated, Liv made a choked sound and shook his hands around his head, imitating an explosion.
“My mind is fucking blown. Damn, Knox, you’re even more of a snack now. How do you do it?”
Knox’s smile widened. Sure, lots of girls were attracted to him, but no compliments had ever mattered as much as this one. It made his whole body vibrate with glee as if he were a puppy given a treat for the first time.
“Power of good D,” he said, winking at Liv. He barely registered the laughter behind him when Liv got up and kissed him, uncaring about the tangy taste of blood on their tongues. Knox’s hands went for Liv’s sides, and he groaned in pleasure, lost in the moment.
Fuck did he want Liv between his legs again. He was such an absolute hunk. The roses tattooed on his neck, his dark eyes, big hands, and muscular arms, made him irresistible even before he’d open his mouth to be his charming, cocky self.
“Someone needs to get a room,” Shane said with fondness in his voice.
“But we’re staying, right?” Ros asked, and while Knox’s gaze was busy ogling Liv’s handsome face, he imagined the long-haired hottie pouncing on his man.
Which was… new. He’d always avoided such thoughts, blocking them out of his mind.
“I suppose you could, but you’re already drunk as hell,” Ezra said. “You’d need to stay in the guest room.”
“Fine by me,” Shane said. “It will be like old times at Frank’s.”
But Knox didn’t listen, too focused on Liv who looked so happy with his handiwork as he put his arms on Knox’s shoulders in a gesture Knox had often seen him do with girlfriends. They stood together surrounded by new friends, but all he noticed was Liv’s scent, rich and musky and oddly harmonious with that of blood.
Knox hadn’t even seen his new septum ring yet, and he already loved it.
“Let me just take a quick shower, and I’ll be right with you,” Knox whispered, eager to wash off the grime of the day, no matter how exciting it had been.