Bleeding Like Me by Riley Parks

Author:Riley Parks [Parks, Riley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban romance, living a lie, New adult romance, mean streets make tough boys, finding hope where there is none, rival gangs, gay romantic fiction, is love possible when violence rules, south side of chicago, the odds are against them
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Published: 2017-11-20T18:30:00+00:00

Evan (11:50pm): Hi

Jackson (11:52pm): Where RU?

Evan (11:54pm): Almost there

Jackson (11:55pm): Why RU texting me then?

Evan (11:56pm): Wanted to say hi & ask if I’m ur boyfriend

Jackson (11:58pm): R U 12?

Evan (11:59pm): 14

Evan (12:00am): ??????? hello?

Jackson (12:02am): We can talk when u get here

Evan (12:02am): Do u like french toast?

Jackson (12:03am): no

Evan (12:03am): good

21

“What the fuck are you asking about French toast for?” Jackson sniped as he swung open the door to his apartment. He was surprised when eager lips pressed hungrily against his, the passion and want evident with every swirl of his lover’s tongue. Grunting when his body hit the wall, Jackson smiled into the kiss as the redhead attempted to tongue his way through Jack, zealous hands traveling up the back of his wife-beater and then down the waistband of his basketball shorts. Large fingers kneaded his ass cheeks as Evan’s mouth dropped to Jack’s neck and began to suck marks into his skin. “Got to talk to you.” He gulped in air.

“About what?” Evan asked breathlessly, lifting his head and looking at Jackson with blown-out brown eyes.

Jack sighed and pointed out the obvious. “You’re high.”

Evan rubbed his thumb against his nostril and shrugged. “Usually am.”

“Why?” Jackson studied Evan’s face, searching for the fluctuations of emotion he saw in the early morning hours, only able to find impassivity hidden by carnal desire. “You got a habit or something?”

“Did I come here for therapy or to fuck? ‘Cause if it’s going to be therapy I’ll go get off somewhere else,” he growled, the venom in his voice sending chills down Jackson’s spine. The anger. The antagonism. He’d seen it many times before; he just hadn’t wanted to see it in Evan.

“You’re an addict.” Jackson wasn’t sure if he’d uttered the realization aloud but when Evan pulled away, yup, he had.

“You’re an asshole,” Evan replied, yanking his wrist back and jutting his chin out when Jackson wouldn’t let him go.

“Where you going? Going to find some other guy to fuck?” he challenged, eyebrows raised high and teeth gnashing into his bottom lip. “That’s what you want, huh? Well, you can go right ahead, but I want you to stay.” He dropped Evan’s arm and threw up his hands in surrender. “Up to you.”

The redhead exhaled breath noisily and glared. “Don’t say shit about it again. Sick of people telling me what I am.”

“All right,” Jackson agreed, knowing that it wasn’t a promise he could keep long-term, but would honor for the night. They had other shit to talk about anyway. He looked at Evan, recognizing how closed off he was with his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his back slumped. “Hey,” Jack said softly, resting his hands on Evan’s hips and squeezing them gently. “I like pancakes.”

“Yeah?” Evan’s mouth broke into a grin.

Jackson nodded. “Don’t know why you give a shit, but I do.”

“Honestly,” Evan began with a laugh, “I have no clue. It popped into my head, so I asked.”

“Hmm,” Jackson hummed, dropping his hands and making his way into the kitchen with Evan trailing behind him.

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