Love in Xxchange: Miles to Go, Bailey Bradford [the reading strategies book txt] 📗

Because Max is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and I asked him to. Doesn’t mean the guy is interested in anything more, and just because his dick is hard doesn’t mean it’s hard for me. Bo knew the truth of that, just like he knew he had a fine ass that had to feel pretty good to the heavy length pressing against it. He wasn’t exactly vain, but he was aware of his attributes, and his ass was definitely one of his best.

Of course, if Max would just shift his hand down an inch or so, the man would come into contact with another one of Bo’s assets. As if his thoughts had willed it, Max’s hand twitched and nudged Bo’s cockhead. The resulting zing of pleasure that shot through him made Bo tense, which in turn made him gasp as pain speared through his nerve endings.

Max murmured sleepily and buried his face against Bo’s neck. His hand brushed over that sensitive tip again, and Bo shuddered as he hissed, unsure if the pleasure or pain drew the sound from him. Max snuffled and rubbed his dick against Bo’s ass. The friction from that thick shaft thrusting between his cotton-covered cheeks felt so good, and went a long way to distracting Bo from the pain of his injuries.

At least it did until the arm around his waist tightened, stealing Bo’s breath as his bruised ribs and hips protested the embrace. Before he could figure out a way to disentangle himself, and not really sure if he wanted to, Max ground his groin against Bo’s butt and moaned.

If they hadn’t been so swollen, Bo’s eyeballs would have surely popped right out of his head when he felt the first spurt of wet, warm spunk seep through the back of his boxers. His heart thudded heavily in his chest as that damp spot grew with more proof of Max’s release.

As much as he wanted to be flattered, Bo knew Max wasn’t aware of what he was doing. The man was asleep, and rutting against a damn fine ass, and probably dreaming about fucking some lovely woman. Bo refused to think about which woman that might be, choosing to think instead of how Max would react to this when he woke up.

Not well, that was the answer, especially not if the guy was straight. If that was the case, Max could have a definite freak out, and while Bo didn’t believe he would be in any danger at that point, he still didn’t want to experience such a scenario at all. And he really wanted to spare Max from any trauma. The man hadn’t done anything except try to comfort Bo, and he shouldn’t have to be mortified for it.

MILES TO GO

Bailey Bradford

43

Bo only had one idea for how to prevent that, and he really wasn’t too sure it’d work.

Still, it was better than nothing. He just had to make sure Max didn’t wake up before the plan was put into action.

“Ffffuuuuggh! God—” Max came awake in a hail of flailing arms and legs, kicking and swinging, his brain not yet capable of comprehending anything other than the sudden shock to his body. The back of his hand thudded against warm flesh. More cold liquid sloshed onto his groin right before something dropped down and slapped his cock and balls but good.

Max wheezed and tried to curl up, groping at his wet, wounded bits. His forehead smacked into something hard and angular. Pain spiked up his brow. Added to the throbbing in his balls was the clumsy groping of a hand—and it damn sure wasn’t his own. Max yelped just about the time the synapses in his brain started firing. Bo.

Max’s eyes snapped opened and he found himself looking at a kneecap covered in pale fuzz. He tipped his head back and Bo’s concerned and battered face came into focus. Before he could ask what happened, his groin was scrubbed vigorously. Tearing his gaze from Bo’s face, Max watched the man’s bruised hand swipe at the dripping wet material of Max’s boxers with part of the sheet. An opened water bottle lay in front of Max’s crotch, spilling out the last dregs of the clear liquid.

“Sorry, slipped,” Bo rasped out as he continued rubbing the sheet over Max’s cock and lower belly. Max couldn’t tear his eyes away from the image of that poor hand stroking his shaft, albeit unintentionally, and not in the way that Max wished it would. That particular part of him agreed, twitching and trying to harden. God, no!

“Stop! Just…stop,” Max gritted out, reaching for Bo’s hand. The last thing he needed to do was humiliate himself by popping a boner right now. And Bo certainly didn’t need it, either. Poor guy had been through more than enough, and he had to feel like shit for dumping that water on Max like he did. Didn’t he? A quick glance at the man made Max wonder—Bo looked…intent, amused, though with all the swelling and discoloration, Max could just be reading Bo’s expression wrong.

Max clamped his fingers around Bo’s wrist and tugged gently. “‘S’okay, just leave it be.” Please, just leave it! He fought to keep from tightening his grip as his cock started to fill.

MILES TO GO

Bailey Bradford

44

Bo grunted and swiped at Max’s waistband one last time before his hand stilled. Max started to breathe a sigh of relief as he looked at Bo. He had a split second to wonder at the grin teasing the man’s lips, then Max’s dick was caressed from root to tip. His half-hard shaft perked up fully and Max’s heart nearly burst from his chest. Eyes locked with Bo’s, anticipation and shame warred in Max. Jesus god, he wanted to feel Bo touching him, wanted to know what it was like to