Page 31 of Wanted
“And no judgment, I’m sure you had your reasons for what happened to those people. We wouldn’t tell anyone either way.”
Dex smirked, and his brown eyes got a new kind of sharpness. “I know. Frank said you’re cool.”
“He did?” Knox asked before another spoonful entered his mouth as if he were Liv’s cuddle toy. Which was maybe… nice?
Dex nodded. “He said he had some work for you and shit, and that you might need to stay a while, so why not get friendly, you know? And if worse comes to worst, there’s always acid.” His carefree laughter made Knox stiffen and worry whether this was a joke or a threat.
But Liv chuckled too and filled Knox’s mouth as the moment it was empty. “As long as you bury us in one big barrel, so our juices can stay together.”
Ezra gave a loud sigh. “Look guys, I appreciate that we’re all different, but that’s enough. I want to keep my food down.”
Dex raised his hands. “Okay, okay, change of topic. You might not be able to go to many places, but our club”—he turned to show off the massive Demon Brethren MC patch at the back of his cut—"is having a massive party to officially open our new location. It’s at this small, disused airport, there’s a landing strip for racing, we converted one of the hangars into a bar, and I can assure you there won’t be any cops.”
When Cyborg finished with the bandage, Knox glanced at the neat way it was wrapped around his arm, and had to admit that while Liv had put all his care into the dressing, Cy clearly knew what he was doing.
“So we’re not prisoners here?” Knox laughed a bit too nervously for his own liking.
Liv cleared his throat and fed him again, pulling Knox closer now that he didn’t need to be in Cy’s reach. He still smelled of the fancy shampoo, and the scent reminded Knox of being so close to him. Naked.
Cyborg raised his eyebrows. “You got anywhere else to be?”
“We don’t really… have a car,” Liv said.
“And only one set of torn clothes each,” Ezra added. “And an expensive taste in toiletries. What did you two do with my shampoo last night? Did you use it to shave or something? Most of it is gone.”
Fuck. Knox had no idea their crime would be discovered so fast. He never paid attention to how much he still had in a bottle of shampoo.
“So sorry!” he said with his mouth full. “It… fell over. Just give me the name and we’ll buy it back.” Had he really joked around about coming on Liv just yesterday? Well, the joke was on him. As was Liv’s cum.
Ezra gave them a skeptical once over. “With what?”
Liv chuckled so awkwardly, Knox found it almost adorable. “My charm, as I wash the dishes after we eat?”
Ezra shook his head, but a smile pulled at his lips. “Good answer.”
Liv fed Knox again, and pressed a little kiss to the side of his head. How was he leaning into all this so easily when Knox’s brain was melting from overthinking every single interaction they’d ever had?
Only now he glanced at the half-finished bowl of porridge and it hit him that Liv hadn’t eaten himself. “You can eat now, my arm is fine, I’ll get myself my own bowl.” Even if he did feel warm and gooey inside over being coddled a little bit. Their parents failed them, so they took care of one another instead.
Or was this something Liv now considered his duty? Did he think of Knox as less manly, less capable, because he’d spread his legs so easily?
That couldn’t be the case. They both did little things for each other because if they didn’t, who would?
The need to find out whether Knox liked guys for real was becoming more pressing by the minute, because the answer might change everything, and Knox wasn’t willing to risk hisrelationship with Liv to use him as a guinea pig. They were each other’s only family, and the thought of losing him over something like this was… it made him choke up with panic, so he suppressed his raging emotions and took a deep breath.
Cy was staring at him from above a mug of black coffee, his gray-red gaze penetrating, as if he were searching for clues for some secret puzzle.
Couldhebe a willing test subject for dick exploration?
Knox wasn’t sure how he’d go about proposing such a thing, but Cy seemed interested in him. Objectively speaking, he was a handsome guy, if a bit intimidating. And since he was at least ten years older than Knox, he should have the experience of how to go about things.
Even thinking about Cy this way was already super gay, but Knox was no coward, so he’d take the bull by the horns even ifthe bullwas a dick.
He flinched as the door opened behind him, feeling as if his secret thoughts had been discovered, but it was just Frank, who entered carrying a large box that looked small in his massive arms.
“Hey, you. Hungry?” Ezra asked, brightening as he locked eyes with his partner. “I have the good bacon, if you want savory porridge instead.”
Frank smiled as he took in the scene at the table. “You read my mind. Three eggs at least.” He dropped the box on the table. “You two lovebirds, grab yourselves a phone each.”
