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)
It was a bit weird, which was why Liv never shared that tidbit with people, but he wasn’t ashamed of it, just worried it might chase away the girls. “It’s two bodies. Same skin. Same hole,” he added with a grin and stepped back when Knox tried to push him.
Knox rubbed his forehead, staring into space, shell shocked. “I… guess. If you wanted to get good at anal then it probably made sense to watch the pros…”
Liv licked his lips, taking in the deep flush creeping to the apples of Knox’s cheeks. He reached forward and grabbed his scruffy chin. “Oh man, you look so adorable when you’re nervous!”
And the pout he made at that was even cuter. Like an annoyed Golden Retriever that was about to start barking. “I’m not nervous, you ass. Just trying to make sense of your perversion.” As if to make his point, he twisted Liv’s nipple, making him squirm and bite his tongue. Which created the perfect opportunity for more teasing.
“Ah! Oh, harder,” Liv mumbled, rolling his eyes back with the commitment of an actor delivering his award-winning performance.
Knox let go of him with so much dread Liv had to bite his fist to stifle laughter, but when Knox slipped on the soapy suds under their feet and fell to his ass, Liv laughed out loud.
“It’s not funny, dickface!” Knox grabbed a beige loofah and threw it at Liv, but it was so light it bounced right off.
Liv grabbed onto the place it hit and scowled. “Domestic violence!”
“Are you kidding me, Frank?” came from the other side of the door, making both Knox and Liv freeze. “You literally met them today, they’re wanted in connection to a disappearance, and you want to let them sleep in our home? In the home where I sleep?”
Chapter 8
Knox
Knox’s ice blue eyes drifted to Liv’s face, and they both stepped toward the door, pressing their ears to the wood when Frank grumbled.
“I’ll be with you in bed all n—”
“No. And we’re not barricading our door either. I don’t want those strangers sleeping here. Is there no other solution?”
Knox bit his lip, giving Liv an uncertain glance that spoke volumes. Sure, they were warm and clean now, but they had nowhere to go, and barely any money left. Liv didn’t even have another protein bar because he’d lied about there being two earlier.
“Okay, maybe I can set them up in the workshop,” Frank said after a pause.
“And leave me with them?” Ezra’s voice became high-pitched.
“No, it’s okay, come with me if you want.”
“But the pizza—”
“We’ll be back in minutes.”
Liv could only hope the workshop came with a radiator, because the nights were hardly getting any warmer at the end of September.
Knox took a deep breath and went back under the shower to wash out the shampoo. “They think we’re the threat.”
Liv’s gaze lingered on Knox’s rounded, muscular butt as he considered what they’d both heard before joining him in the stall. “That’s good though. Means they’re not complete monsters. Maybe they won’t kill us in our sleep,” he said and grinned at the bottle in Knox’s hand. “That shit must be real fancy.”
Knox smiled and winked at him. “It has to be. Gay shampoo after all.”
Liv shrugged. “Pour me some of it. Maybe I’ll also have hair like a doll after I use it.”
Knox shoved at his shoulder without the earlier aggression. “You wish. You’d have to go much gayer than just the shampoo,” he said and held it out of Liv’s reach.
Something strange happened to Liv’s stomach in that moment. A whole swarm of worker bees tumbled inside him. He had to steady himself, keeping his gaze pinned to Knox’s flushed cheeks. They were so damn close.
“How gay do you want me to be?” Liv cocked his head with a smirk. He didn’t know where this was going, and he was having too much fun to care.
Knox snort-laughed and turned to Liv with the shampoo bottle at crotch level. “I dunno. This gay?” He fake-moaned and thrust his hips, squirting beige goo onto Liv’s stomach.
The hair on Liv’s nape bristled, and the damn bees buzzed sending a tremble all over his body when the gooey shampoo settled on Liv’s skin while Knox’s features relaxed into a roguish smile.
Had he always been this pretty? His lips this rosy? Eyes blue like a sunny sky on a cold winter day?
A familiar sensation settled in Liv’s groin, hot as Liv’s favorite cinnamon tea.
He took a step closer.
When someone banged on the bathroom door, Knox jumped and dropped the bottle, only to scramble for it.
“Stop wasting my hot water and get your damn pizza, we don’t have all night!” Frank yelled.
But even Liv’s stomach wasn’t as important anymore when Knox’s face hovered so close to his crotch. Could he…? Maybe… Or was he just horny and with no prospects for a fuck?