Page 38 of Wanted
“Doubt being beaten up by those four would have made you any stronger. You aren’t one for strategy, are you?” Cy asked, starting to walk toward an area where lots of Harley Davidsons were parked in a row, like soldiers ready for action.
Knox sighed and followed his lead. He should be offended, but he deserved that one. “Thanks for saving my ass. Dude pissed me off.”
When he ran his hand through his hair, it became obvious he’d lost his hairband in the process. Fuck. He just hoped the loose hair didn’t make him look too girly. His dad used to call him doll face when it got too long. He could have cut it short of course, but he did like it that way, so as a compromise with himself, he wore it in a short ponytail most of the time.
“I could sense that,” Cy said and leaned against a massive black chopper, which likely belonged to him. He looked right at home next to it. “You often get so temperamental?”
Knox shrugged, itching to touch the motorcycle, so he stood closer. “What can I say? I’m a loose cannon. I just saw the way that dude swerved at the end of the race, and it pissed me off.”
Despite the casual nature of the conversation, he couldn’t stop assessing Cyborg from his steel toe cap boots, to the tidy crew cut with tattoos crawling right under the fade at the sides of his head. He seemed quite polished with his cargo pants tucked into his boots, and the tight black T-shirt with no pattern worn under the vest with club colors.
But was Knox ready to fuck him? And how would that even work? Would they be sucking each other’s dicks first? Did hewanta guy’s hands on him? If he needed to ask himself those questions, then maybe he wasn’tthatgay. On the other hand, he could just be getting cold feet because shit was getting too real. This dude was massive, had a presence that made people step out of his way, and he probably wanted an easy fling. The solution was for Knox to bullshit his way through this, avoid telling him that he’d never before had sex with another guy, and just take whatever Cy had to give. But what if he decided it wasn’t for him after all? It wasn’t like he could back out mid-fuck. Not withthisguy.
“There will be other races. We plan a big one in December, complete with a neat sum of money for the winner,” Cy said, sipping his beer while his gaze trailed down Knox’s body without an ounce of shame.
“Anyone can enter?” Knox gulped down half his beer for courage. “Don’t wanna brag, but I’ve got experience with racing cars.”Don’t talk about Liv. Don’t add that he’s a great driver. “Is this your bike?” he asked about the pristine Harley and stepped closer.
“You may touch it. A prospect polished it just a few hours ago,” Cy said in a tone that went straight to Knox’s dick, because it sounded like an invitation to touching something much warmer than metal.
A stupid grin bloomed on Knox’s face as he ran his fingers over the handle and gave Cy a sneaky glance. “Oh, yeah? What else did hepolish?” There. He was gay-flirting.
Cy’s real eye darkened, and he leaned in, lowering his voice so much Knox needed to step closer to hear him over the music. “Same thing I want you to polish later tonight. But there’s a bit of an issue with that, isn’t there?”
Knox licked his lips as his brain melted. Maybe he’dover-flirted. Was he ready to take a guy’s dick in his mouth? Do the thing he’d in the past told other people to do if he wanted them to piss off?
It felt as if his lips moved on autopilot, independently of his conflicted mind. “Nah. Me and Liv… we’re open to new… experiences. He just doesn’t wanna see it.”
Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
Cy’s brows rose, and for a moment Knox sizzled like meat on a hot grill, but then the massive biker smiled and knocked their bottles together. “You wanna move this somewhere more private?” he asked as his thick arm rested on Knox’s shoulders, exuding the same delicious scent it had in the morning.
Now that he didn’t perceive every move from a guy as an attack on his masculinity he needed to counter, he had to admit that yeah, it felt good to have that heavy arm on his shoulders. It somehow triggered both excitement and a sense of safety, just like when Liv had hugged him at breakfast.
Maybe he had unresolved daddy issues.
He had to take a deep breath because his heart started rattling when he glanced down at the front of Cy’s pants. Could he really kneel and get this dude off?
Knox shivered, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what his answer might mean, but before he opened his mouth, a familiar voice cut into the blooming desire and turned it into a toxic cloud that should have never come into existence.
“Cyborg, you’re a reallyswellguy, aren’t you? Making sure my boyfriend doesn’t get too cold while I’m not around.”
Chapter 14
Liv
The smell of gasolinewas thick in the air, but when Liv emerged from Shane’s car, all he could think of was the fact that Knox didn’t seem to want him here. Which meant that he’d purposefully left him behind. And Liv wouldn’t have that. Not before they talked. Not when their survival depended on keeping up the illusion of being a happy couple. This was just… not on. Not something a friend should do.
A mean-looking bastard in a red hoodie pushed past him alongside a dude with a bleeding face and two other guys, but Liv ignored them, and walked straight past the modded vehicles where a small crowd had gathered around their drivers. He headed straight for one of the nearby hangars, which blasted loud music and had people going in and out as if the entrance was a highway. Fuck. He already saw at least a hundred people, and there had to be more inside. Not to mention that some other structures were warded off as club property that he couldn’t juststride into if he wanted to keep his head! How was he to find Knox before…
Beforewhat?
“You just missed a lot of noise, Shane,” someone called out, but Liv ignored them and pressed on until Shane grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
He wanted to roar at his new friend for stalling him when their reason to be here was so very urgent. But then he saw motorcycle club colors on the chest of a tall man with shoulder-long brown hair, a scar on his lip, and hammers tattooed on both forearms. The man sucked on a cigarette and tapped a box of smokes that stuck out of his pocket, but Shane wordlessly declined.
“Hammer. Having a good time tonight, I see?”
The stranger shrugged. “Bit too busy for my taste. But it is what it is.”
