Page 23 of Wanted
This wasn’t the first time he and Liv ended up sleeping in the same bed for one reason or another, but it never occurred to himthat being this close could lead to anything… illicit. They were just good friends, so that would have been ridiculous.
And gay.
And wrong.
And fucked up.
But here he was, fighting the urge to rock back against the stiff presence and meet Liv’s insistent humping. Each jab of his hips was like the strike of flint against steel, and despite knowing the sparks might set them both on fire, he could not stop moving.
“Liv. You fucking dog,” he mumbled, painfully aware that if he wanted Liv to wake up, he should have said it louder. Liv only stopped when Knox reached back and swatted his hip.
He grumbled like a lion about to sate his lust, and the low, guttural quality of his grunt rained little needles of heat all over Knox.
Knox assumed Liv would back off any minute now, grossed out by the fact that his hand was rubbing a hard dick that wasn’t his own. But Liv stalled before raising to one elbow while that insistent hand remained on Knox’s groin.
“You’re hard,” Liv mumbled, and Knox sensed the heat of judgmental eyes at the back of his neck.
He looked back with a scowl, all too aware of the flush burning his features. “You’re one to talk. You’ve been rubbing your morning wood against me, you perverted fucker.” But despite the anxious fury glowing deep inside, when his gaze met Liv’s, his heart did a little flip. Andwhywould that happen? He'd seen those brown eyes a million times.
Knox could hardly remember being this horny for no reason. He hadn’t even been thinking about anything sexy. Maybe he’d had a wet dream he didn’t remember? Because how else could this have—
Liv’s nostrils flared as sleepiness drained from his brown gaze. Just when Knox thought his friend would fuck off with those bighands, Liv grinned, pushing his tongue at the gap between his front teeth.
“Aw, babe! Why are you being so cold? You don’t like having your titties squeezed?” he joked and gave Knox’s pec the gentlest squish, which somehow…somehow—
Fuck, Knox’s brain was fried, and his cock got even harder.
He stilled, registering the soft moan coming from his own lips, and followed the embarrassing sound with laughter, because it made him so nervous, he didn’t know what else to do. “Get off, you ass! Andnoton me.” He grabbed both of Liv’s hands and wrestled them away, maybe wiggling against Liv’s dick in a way he shouldn't have, butthatwould stay between Knox and Satan.
“Oh, come on, you’re afraid of my dick? What did it ever do to you?” Liv asked with laughter woven through his words so perfectly his voice made Knox throb. Especially the way he saiddick,rolling it on his tongue as if it gave him pleasure.
Liv rose to his knees and grabbed Knox’s wrists, holding them above his head while he climbed on top to pin Knox down like they used to do when wrestling.
His neck was so wiry, and the rose tattoos peeking out from under his top made Knox think about the tanned, warm flesh hidden under the fabric. It had been a while since he’d had an excuse to touch Liv's chest. But the fact that he admired its width and shape had always remained locked in a big box of secret thoughts no one could access.
Not even him.
Now its lid popped open, and he couldn’t put it back on, no matter how hard he tried.
It was impossible with his hands held down.
Knox was a fighter, a good one at that. Yet he lay under Liv and didn’t struggle against the hold with as much defiance as he could have.
So the box remained open and all the thoughts he’d meant to keep hidden were falling out.
Liv is so handsome.
Liv’s dick is hot.
Liv smells good.
Liv’s stupid grins make my heart do backflips.
Liv on top of me makes my dick so damn hard.
And then stupid thoughts like:
Does his cum taste like mine?
