Page 46 of Cosmo

Chapter Thirteen

After that, Liam wantedto leave, but Taran had more pleading to do. “You don’t trust me, and I wouldn’t either. Liam, it’s not just that you…that I feel you’re good. I’m genuinely attracted to you.”

“You’ve been given the okay to fuck me if you need to, I’m sure.”

“That’s…got too many complications, legally, for it to be used most times.”

Liam chuckled dryly before he said, “Good fed talk.”

“Yeah, okay, I probably could sleep with you to get to Murphy. Of your crew, he’s the big fish. But lawyers could tear me to pieces over it, and that could kill my case.”

Liam swung his leg over the bench of the picnic table and then the other all the while staring at Taran hotly. “Let’s go.”

Taran laughed like Liam was kidding, but when he saw Liam wasn’t smiling, he lost his own grin. “Liam…”

“I want to compromise you.”

Taran slowly got up from the table, watching Liam with eyes still unsure of his seriousness. “Liam, is this…?”

“Necessary, maybe. Something I need–definitely.”

Again, those eyes, staring into his like he was searching for an explanation, but that was something Liam didn’t have. Taran could look for hours and not find one, because there wasn’t one to be had.

Liam’s mind was tired of the stress already, the rest of him mixed in crazy emotions, but the one that stood out from the rest was the need to fuck the man. Right or wrong.

As his chin came up and shoulders drew back, Taran jerked his head to the bathrooms. “There? Right here? Where are we doing this?”

The bathrooms that were no longer in use seemed the dirtiest and most forbidden choice. He said, “Private, at least.”

“Let me drive us to a damn motel, Liam.”

Suddenly the thought of the bathroom, likely covered in layers of dust, stinking of his old life of men pissing and shitting in it, seemed like everything he could wish for.

Taran actually smiled as he started walking to the bathrooms, and he tossed back, “Degrade me all you want, Liam. Doesn’t mean I will stop wanting you.”

“Giving up all you worked for, for a guy you don’t know. You’re not real smart, are you?”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I told you; I know more about you than you likely know about yourself. A behavioral analyst mentored me. I can read you well, darling.”

For some such crazy reason, that just aroused him more. “Just walk.”

He did. Taran walked with his head high, with his back a straight line, and as Liam caught up with him, he saw the smile that kept playing on his pretty mouth.

No matter his words, Liam didn’t trust him. All of it could be a ploy. Gestures to make Liam think he’s okay, that he’s safe withTaran, but if Taran truly knew him at all, he’d understand that his parents had made it nearly impossible to trust anyone.

The padlock that had secured the door was broken into pieces on the concrete in front of the door, leading Taran to say, “The gods are with you, it seems.”

“Maybe they’re with you, too. If you’re so attracted to me, you didn’t want to fuck?”

Taran’s eyes were heated as he turned to face Liam. “I’ve had a few thoughts on it, sure.”

“Then get in there and pull down your pants.”

A dark, deep chuckle came from Taran, and he walked through the door, smiling a little as he watched Liam following him. His chin on his shoulder, watching for Liam to give any indication he was kidding.

The place was dusty, and it was dirty, which made it perfect. The light blue tiles were falling off the walls and only one sink stood. Where the other had been was a series of holes where the water had gone into it. Yeah, maybe Liam wanted to degrade the guy a little. There would be no romance for them, not being Taran was a fed and after Murphy and the others.

Maybe he wanted nothing to do with the family part of the group, but he did like them and didn’t want to see any of them hurt.

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