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"What are you talking about?”

“You’re damn near addicted to each other. You fight all the time, but that’s still an addiction. Obsession, maybe. I’m not really surprised that you guys have chemistry.”

“I never said shit about chemistry!”

“So, it wasn’t good? Making out with him didn’t get your dick hard?”

“No.”

“Liar. You’ve got a chub just sitting here talking about it.”

I covered my dick. “Fuck you.”

His bruises were green, yellow, and blue. He was covered in so many cuts in different phases of healing that he looked like a mess. He was trailer trash in its finest form. Why the hell did I find it so hot? Why was it so exciting to be this close to him? Why was my body pressing into his, wanting to be closer, trying to feel more of him? Where did hate end and desire begin? Why were they merging? Mingling?

I felt the erratic beat of his heart, his ragged breathing, and the heat of his body so close to mine. His blue eyes were muddled with a level of confusion that matched mine.
“Walk away, Maddox. Walk the fuck away. Pretend this never happened. That’s what you want, right?”
Yes.
No.
“I don’t know what I want."
I looked at his eyes, his lips, his eyes, his mouth again.
What did I want?

I can't quit these two!!!

“You’re going to hate me for this, so I’m gonna run like a little bitch soon as it comes out of my mouth, but…”
“What the are you saying, Nate?”
“I’m saying you’ve got a fucking thing for Maddox. You don’t know how to process it, so you find all these other ways to handle it.”
“Fuck that!”
“Maybe, instead of fucking with him, you should be fucking him!”
Goddammit!
Maddox fucking Kane! Fuck him! Fuck him?
God!

“Why do you care?”

Maddox tossed the pad in the trash, and grabbed a box of butterfly bandages. “Because if anyone gets to kick your ass, it’s me. Can we just leave it at that?”

My lips tugged up into a smirk, which hurt my jaw and cheek. “You’ve tried, Kane. It’s never worked before.”

He scoffed. “Can we not get worked up while we’re both in towels in my fucking bathroom? This shit is awkward enough.”

Okay ... I'm already totally invested in these two. They need to be lickin' and bumpin' uglies ... soon! 😆😜😂

For someone who ran his mouth all the time, Devon was eerily quiet. I walked into the kitchen to find him clutching his side, struggling to stand up, trying to hide his pain.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “What’d he do?”

“I’m fine,” he insisted.

This was karma. Throw the person I hated most in the world right at me, in the middle of the night, bloody and in danger of dying. Karma, you fucking bitch.

This might not have been our first fight, but it was the first one where I legitimately wanted to kill him. Rip him apart. Remove him from my life once and for all. Eradicate him. No color but red existed when he was near me. When he grinned at me like a prick, I barely heard anything but the blood rushing in my ears and my subconscious telling me to knock him out. Take him down.

Oh yeah, they gonna fuck!

'Garron Park' is an MM romance with all the angsty, aggressive, throat-grabby love. They start as enemies as well as rivals. Although that doesn't change, they learn to need and want each other as well ... reluctant acceptance. While there is a bi-awakening/gay-for-you theme, there is no negative struggle with the shift in sexuality. The struggle comes elsewhere. Not dark in theme, but harsh in lifestyle.

"You’re in here brooding like some witch turned you into a super-hot furry with talking teacups for a hundred years.”

“If he’s the Beast, am I Belle?” Nick frowned.

“You can’t pull off that shade of yellow,” Sugar said. “You can be the candle guy and set fire to everything.”

“I’m the one with fire in a ring,” I said. “And Nick is Belle, okay?”

“Okay, I didn’t want to say it but Nick can’t sing. I’m Belle."

“So just to be clear. You live inside the World Tree because you’re the fae judge. Nick now has dark, evil magic inside him. The military has a weapon that can damage the Sun god, but it could be used against human magic users in a very frightening way, and you have a demon pet.”

“Two demon pets. And the magic isn’t evil. The tree thing is only kind of because I’m Windrose. Also, my mom is now a god.

I know he’s lost what he was going to say. I don’t think I’d make much sense if I spoke right now either. He smells so good, so familiar. Part comfort, part thrill. God, I feel so close to him. Closer than I’ve felt to anyone in far too long. And I know I should back the fuck up, go pour a cup of water over my head and put a few ice cubes down my back, but I seem to have lost every ounce of self-restraint.

“You love me? Even when I get bacon and sausage?”
“I judge you for it, but yeah, I do.”
“What about when I get seven coffees and forget to drink my water?”
“Even then.”
“Would you eat a slice of bacon for me?”
“Only if it saved your life.”
“Holy fuck, Alexei. That really is love.”
“I know. Soulmate-level love. I’m confessing.”
“Alexei! Come on!” he shrieks.
“What?”
“I was gonna… and then you… I’ve been—gah!”

“Take me home, Alexei. My sex journal is lacking entries. We gotta experiment and get to the bottom of my trust issues with myself.”

Oh my god. I pull back, open my door, and walk around to his side. When I rip the door open, he looks at me with a ‘wtf’ face.

“You can’t just drop that on me and expect me to drive. I’m not that coordinated. Switch.”

😂RIGHT?!?