Love & Survival by Sorcha Mowbray

Author:Sorcha Mowbray
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-07-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

A month later…

Three straight days of rain with no end in sight. Liam stood in the parking lot behind The Beast's warehouse and let it beat down on him. Hoped the downpour would wash away the despair and sadness from his soul. A month had crawled by and the sense of loss, the gaping hole in his chest still felt like an open wound. How long before he wouldn't feel like a fucking limb was missing?

The one bright spot, the one thing that made each of the last thirty days bearable was Nate. His stormy, gray eyes and dark, intense looks eased the pain just a bit. They hadn't shared a woman since before the riots, but he knew that touching him, even if through a woman, would help take off the edge. Bring a sense of peace to his tortured soul.

Liam retreated to the warehouse, dripping wet and still miserable. The need to see Nate, to be near him surfaced from the darkest recesses of his body. A physical need as much as a mental one. The warehouse didn't offer much privacy, but there was a stock room they'd taken to sleeping in at the back. The only other private space was the office and the adjacent bathroom. As much time as some of the guys were spending at the warehouse, it might make sense to find a bigger space with some rooms they could use for sleeping. He'd have to mention it to Duke.

In the back room he walked in to find a bare-chested Nate. Every muscle rippled under the dim glow of the gas lighting. His best friend's lean muscular build was familiar, and in that moment a welcome sight.

"You're soaked." Nate took a step toward him.

"It's raining." He closed the door and faced his roommate.

"Liam, please you have to stop with this self-punishment." Worry creased his bro's brow and darkened his blue eyes.

It wasn't so much punishment, as a need to remind himself he still lived. "Pain is all I can feel anymore." He stepped closer to the man he'd known and trusted for so long. Something deep inside pressed outward, sought a seam or crack to escape. Hesitant to acknowledge whatever it was and confused by the storm brewing inside, he stopped short.

Something flashed in his friend's gaze, but whatever it was disappeared as quick as it had come. Nate clamped his jaw tight, spun around, and opened a cabinet behind him. "Get out of those wet things."

Liam obeyed, lost in the swirl of pain and sorrow. He peeled the wet shirt from his torso and then shucked his boots and jeans. Nate hadn't turned back around, but tossed him a towel. "You'll feel better once you get warm and dry."

"Nate, it's my inside that's cold. Not my skin. I don't know how to live with their deaths. It's my fault they're gone." He finished drying off and wrapped the damp terry cloth around his hips.

His bro whipped back around and locked a hand on the back of his neck as he hauled him in close.

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