Grind (Wrong Side of the Tracks #4) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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“Your superman is very sweaty, and we’re both covered in cum. Shower time, and then, we eat so we have the energy for round two.” He kissed that eager mouth, carrying Ezra into the bathroom.

They joked around a bit, but Ezra was done fast and rushed out to prepare their meal. Left in the large stall on his own, Frank took his time, enjoying how the warm water relaxed his muscles. The rain shower at home was too low for him to use comfortably, due to the low ceiling, so he once again found himself wondering if a little remodel of his home wasn’t in order after all.

Eager to get his fill of Ezra’s company, he eventually left the bathroom, dressed in the fluffy black robe that appeared in Ezra’s bathroom after their second night together. It was his size, and he appreciated the gesture too much to not use it.

He found Ezra wearing only light pajama pants that hung low on his hips and showcased the round shape of his buttocks. The air smelled of fragrant meat, and there were already two plates with potatoes and salad waiting on the counter.

“This smells so good,” he murmured and stroked Ezra’s ass in passing. This was the best gift Frank could have gotten himself. Even if their conversations rarely went beyond casual topics, for obvious reasons, being around this man was pure comfort. In his presence, the fatigue and tensions of real life melted away, letting Frank recharge away from worries and responsibilities.

Ezra had also offered him a birthday gift earlier, a thick brown leather belt, embossed with tiger silhouettes similar to the ones on Frank’s skin. It wasn’t flashy but of good quality, and while the present had been purchased with money Frank had paid Ezra for the time spent together, it was a nice gesture, which showed that Ezra really did pay attention to what Frank was saying, and to his taste.

Ezra looked away from the pan of sizzling chicken breast and grinned at him. “What exactly?”

Frank stood behind him and smelled Ezra’s wet hair. “I especially like this succulent piece of meat,” he murmured, stroking Ezra’s side.

“Not this one?” Ezra asked, fitting his pert ass against Frank’s groin with an elfin smile. He might have the beauty of an ice sculpture, but over time, he’d melted in Frank’s presence and sometimes let that perfect mask slip.

Frank went to his knees and pressed his teeth to Ezra’s ribs in a mock-bite. “Oh no, definitely this piece,” he mumbled, rubbing his lips over the smooth skin.

He could sense the warm body react to his touch as Ezra rose to his toes, gasping. His fingers dove into Frank’s wet hair and held him in place, as if he wanted something more intense, like a love bite, which Frank knew very well were not allowed. After all, it would have spoiled someone else’s fantasy.

“Prime rib?”

“Better than any I’ve had.” He sighed and pressed his forehead against Ezra’s spine to not disturb his cooking too much. They were joking around, but after a year, he could confidently say that Ezra was the most beautiful man Frank had ever been with, and the best fuck too.

“Oh I bet it is. I’m a rare breed,” Ezra whispered, switching off the cooker and placing the meat on both plates. His eyes flickered with amusement as he shook his hips, bumping them against Frank.

Frank groaned and got up. “Do you know it’s been a year since we met?” he asked, wanting to lead into his gift. He’d been planning to give the Rolex to Ezra over dinner, so he could fuck him again while he wore the expensive piece.

Ezra turned and tidied his damp hair. It was dark as night, a strong contrast with those bottomless eyes that still hid a secret Frank itched to ask about. “Feels like it’s been only a moment, doesn’t it?” whispered the smooth lips.

“It does. I know you’ve got other… things,” men “going on in your life, but you’ve really changed mine for the better. Seeing you is like a breath of fresh air every time.” He gave Ezra one more kiss before sitting at the table.

Ezra didn’t answer right away and placed the plates on both sides of the dining table by the balcony. His hand slid to Frank’s nape and lingered there for a moment. “You know, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but in the past year, your visits have been somewhat of a highlight of the month for me.”

Frank snorted in disbelief, but something warm still curled in his chest. “Flattery. But I appreciate it. Do tell me what you like about my visits.” He reached over to the duffel bag he’d come with and pulled out the small box he’d wrapped and finished with a ribbon, because Ezra appreciated such things.


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