Page 27 of Wanted

“Why? We did this…thing, and, like… I’m hungry. And not gay.” He pushed on Liv harder, this time meaning it, and all Liv could think was that Knox’s skin was covered in cum.

Hiscum.

And that he wanted to see Knox’s dick harden.

“Yeah, we did this thing, and we both liked it,” Liv said, wiping his dick with the sheet without ever taking his eyes off Knox, who stumbled away from the bed in what looked like a state of utter shock. “Sit with me,” he tried, patting the mattress once he was covered.

He couldn’t fight the sense that everything had shifted in those intense minutes between the sheets. Knox was no longer just hisbuddy in oversized sweats. He was a sex pot Liv wanted to dip his fingers into. The dark stain at the front of his pants reminded Liv of the way Knox had come under him. Moaning, holding on tightly, and rocking his hips for release. He was so fucking hot with his blond hair in disarray and one sock missing in action. Liv wanted to lick his face, neck, chest, suck on his nipples and cover all of his skin with saliva and spunk.

God. The shift had only just happened and the urge for more was already excruciating.

Liv was all-in. Now he needed to calm down the rabid coyote pacing around their tiny room.

Knox shrugged, looking everywhere but into Liv’s face. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t wanna sit. I told you I’m hungry. Have you seen my sock? It’s way past eight, so we can go to Frank’s.”

Liv rose and took a step toward him, wondering if he should push or let it go. The last thing he needed was Knox having heart issues right after they’d both come so hard.

Because damn, that might have been the hottest fucking experience ever. Hotter even than his first time with Mrs. Williams from the trailer next door when he was a hormonal fourteen-year-old.

Next. Fucking. Level.

“We’ve known each other forever. There’s no need for this.”

“No need for what? We’re good.” Knox’s shoulders sagged, and he took several deep breaths. “Okay, fuck it. No sock then,” he mumbled and walked out of their warm cocoon in one sock and without shoes.

He was either this hungry, or this much of a hot mess, and they couldn’t afford the latter while at the mercy of strangers. Frank might have a heart, but he was also a shady character who didn’t yet earn their trust.

Liv had seen that chip on Knox’s shoulder before, and it was never a prelude to anything good.

There was no time to put on shoes, so he chased Knox and followed him out of the workshop. The ground was cold under his feet, and he slowed down, worried about stepping on bits of metal or junk, but Knox didn’t have such concerns and marched forward like a cyborg on a mission to kill. Most likely, his own sanity, because this fuckery was so typical for him.

As the door to Frank’s home loudly opened and shut, letting Liv know Knox reached his destination in one piece, he was left with his head full of thoughts he’d never put together before.

The groundless homophobia.

The low libido.

The way Knox knew how to get women yet always failed to keep them.

The way he submitted to Liv’s touch, coming as if it had been the best thing that ever happened to him.

Liv stalled, staring at the huge bulldozer parked in the clearing in front of Frank’s home.

Was his Knox gay?

He only vaguely knew of one openly gay guy in real life before last night, so he barely had a frame of reference, but the kind of crowd he’d met at this junkyard made him question his preconceptions. Because if a guy like Frank could be gay, why not Knox?

The puzzle pieces were falling into place all of a sudden. This would explain the tension so often present in Knox. The outbursts of anger. The frustration.

If Liv were gay and couldn’t get his dick sucked by a hot guy every now and then, he’d be throwing punches too. And for all Liv knew, he was the first guy to ever touch Knox this way. To make him come. To kiss him.

If that was what had caused this meltdown, Liv wanted to put an end to it with his lips, and arms, and with Knox resting in his lap. Because this was the hottest fucking thing ever, and he needed more. Now. Soon. All the damn time.

He wanted to learn more about Knox’s body and what it needed.

Inside and out.

Especially inside.