Grind (Wrong Side of the Tracks #4) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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Frank leaned over him, parting Ezra’s thighs and capturing his lips for the softest of kisses, mindful of the healing wound on his face. But the movement of his hand on Ezra’s cock, and the speed at which he rode Ezra’s ass had none of that gentleness. His breath was fast, his thrusts jerky, and he’d be coming soon.

Ezra squeezed his hole tightly, eager to give him everything. He couldn’t wait to be filled with Frank’s cum again. He craved it. Dreamed about it.

He didn’t want just any hot dick.

He wanted Frank.

He choked up, and his eyes welled up under the blindfold as ecstasy rushed through every cell in his body, chasing away all the fear and sadness he’d felt in the past weeks. He’d finally met someone who he could trust not only with his body but also with his soul, and it made the noise in his head fall silent.

This was all he ever wanted.

Pleasure passed through him in a rapid buzz. Frank had been insistently thrusting into him insistently, kissing him, touching him, and then Ezra was coming.

“Oh, fuck… so good,” Frank muttered against Ezra’s jaw, riding his hole with the urgency of a man an inch away from breaking a record.

Ezra’s muscles spasmed in pleasure around Frank’s rigid cock, and he floated on the wave of his orgasm, moaning and curling his toes.

The way Frank stilled for a moment, leaning more of his weight on Ezra, told him that Frank had gotten there too. He bit down on Ezra’s neck, his heart beating so loudly Ezra sensed it even without their chests touching. He didn't need to. Frank was inside him after all, and Ezra could feel his pulse as if it were his own.

Now that they’d both finished, his muscles felt limp, and he let himself rest under Frank as cool air scented by cum and sweat filled his lungs. But at the same time, the blindfold suddenly felt oppressive, and so did the cuffs.

“Frank? I want to see.”

Frank chuckled and it only took one move of his hand to push the blindfold up Ezra’s head and off his eyes.

Oh what a magnificent picture Frank made from up close. Flushed a dark shade of red and sated, he watched Ezra with absolute dedication. “Do you like what you see?” Frank asked and gave him a tender kiss.

Ezra nodded, too choked up to speak. He’d missed Frank so much despite living in the same house, but now that the haze of pleasure no longer had a grip on his mind, every emotion he’d carried deep down now simmered just beneath the surface. “I want to hug you.”

Frank’s gaze softened. “Oh, sweetie…” He reached for the cuff binding Ezra’s wrist to the table leg in the corner and released the carabiner, setting Ezra’s arm free.

Just as Ezra wrapped his arm around his man’s thick neck, Frank scooped him into a tight hug. It felt so good. So perfect.

He wanted this feeling to last forever.

“I love you, Frank,” Ezra whispered straight into his ear.

Frank squeezed him so hard it felt as though the cast on Ezra’s arm might break any second. “I love you too. I love you so much. You’re my treasure.”

That was what Ezra wanted to be. Frank’s cherished treasure. Someone he’d never want to let go, no matter what happened.

He wished he could melt into those strong arms and drown in Frank’s scent.

He had a future here, with Frank. One he’d never envisioned, and yet it was so obvious now that no other made sense.

Ezra didn’t need LA, a loaded sugar daddy, or some bullshit gold necklace.

He needed a man who would stand by him when shit got hard, when his arm was broken, or when his face looked like it had gotten dragged over gravel. With Frank, he could relax, be himself, and maybe skip a gym day if he was ill, or have a donut without a mental breakdown.

Frank was comfort. Safety. And love. So much love.

Chapter 29

Frank

Frank still couldn’t believe Ezra was his, even though he’d been waking up with him in his arms for weeks now. Despite everything Frank had told him about his past, Ezra chose to trust him. He’d chosen Frank over LA, over making sugar baby money, and over any other hot guy who would gladly make Ezra his by giving him an expensive car and a palatial home.

Instead, Ezra picked a life in the junkyard, a place that meant so much to Frank, and made it his home. In the process, he became passionate about the finds he came across. The treasure trove gathering dust over the years was his new project, and he got so excited about the auctions on eBay Frank made sure to celebrate the biggest bidding wars.

Ezra was also meticulous about money, and since Frank had always loathed dealing with accounting, he entrusted his lover with all of it. Every now and then Ezra would report to him about the state of their finances and lately had suggested splurging on a luxurious vacation in the winter. Frank got a little nervous every time he thought about leaving the junkyard for a whole week, let alone two, but Ezra was right. He barely took any time off, and everyone deserved a break sometimes.


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