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

Max’s eyes shot wide open and he moaned. “I’ve got to feel that on my…on my dick.”

He pulled his fingers out and leaned over Bo again, reaching for and snagging a condom.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” Bo babbled, “need you so bad, need to feel you in me, you said I was yours—”

Max ripped open the package and slid the condom on with minimal fuss. He lined his cock up and locked gazes with Bo. “You are mine, and I’m yours.” Max gripped Bo’s ankles and brought his legs to rest on Max’s shoulders. “Look at me,” Max ordered, sliding his hands down Bo’s thighs.

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Bo hadn’t realised he’d closed his eyes until then. He opened them and Max gave him a wicked smile. His fingers tightened, digging into Bo’s muscles in an exquisite way. Max pressed forward slowly and steadily, forcing the fat crown into Bo’s opening. Bo’s eyelids fluttered even as he cried out with the sheer pleasure of feeling Max entering his body.

“More, please, Max!” Bo pleaded, needing everything Max had.

Max growled and snapped his hips, fully seating his dick in Bo’s ass. There were gasps and moans, and Bo didn’t know whose was whose and didn’t care because Max began

thrusting, long, deep strokes into Bo’s needy channel countered by slow withdrawals that stretched Bo’s hole open wide on the crown of Max’s cock. Bo reached down to fist his own shaft as a blinding ecstasy zinged through his body and filled him until he thought he would pass out. Max grunted and began thrusting harder and faster, filling Bo with his thick shaft over and over.

“Bo!” Max’s cock swelled inside him as Max ground against his ass. Max released a guttural groaning sound from his throat that sent shivers of desire straight to Bo’s balls. Bo felt the cum spurt from Max’s dick into the latex, and that shot Bo over the edge, screaming as spunk sprayed from his cock onto his chest and belly. His muscles cramped with the intensity of his climax, his vision blurred and became a thousand dots of rainbow colours.

Max thrust one more time, then lowered Bo’s legs from his shoulders. He dropped

down onto Bo, catching his weight on his forearms. Max kissed him languidly, soundly, and Bo kissed Max back with every bit of love he’d always wanted to give and never been able to.

It was the most perfect moment in Bo’s life, and he knew he’d carry it close to his heart for as long as he lived.

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Chapter Twelve

Dinner was ready, the table was set, and it looked pretty damned romantic if Max did say so himself. After the humiliating experience of asking Annabelle how to make this a special evening, it damn sure better look romantic. Once she’d made a couple of lewd suggestions, which had nearly given Max a coronary, she’d actually been really helpful.

However, next time Max would just Google any question he had. At least the search engine wouldn’t start tossing out suggestions for positions in an ungodly innocent sounding voice.

Max lit the candle just as he heard Chance’s truck pull up. The diesel engine had a particular grind to it that made it easy to recognise. Max felt his calm shatter a little. Sweat broke out on his brow, his upper lip, his palms… Oh, fuck! He was going to stink to high heaven before Bo even got through the door!

The truck doors slamming shut lit a fire under Max’s feet. He sprinted for the bedroom, his boot heels smacking the hardwood floor hard enough that Max figured he might just have left dents. He grabbed the body spray Annabelle had gifted him with—which he’d muttered over the uselessness of in the safe confines of his room. After a few sprays of the stuff, Max tossed the can in the vicinity of the dresser and hurried into the living room without a second to spare. Bo was already pulling the screen door open.

“How’d the doctor appointment go?” Max asked, moving forward. He reached for Bo, noting the strain around the man’s eyes. “You okay?”

“Just tired.” Bo leaned against him as Max embraced him. He rested his head on Max’s shoulder and sighed as he lightly gripped Max’s hips. “You feel so good. Smell good, too.”

“Ah, how did…what did the detective have to say?” Max struggled to concentrate.

Besides the doctor appointment, Bo had had a meeting with the detective handling his assault case. So far, last he’d heard, the cops didn’t have a fucking clue who the man was who’d hurt Bo.

And it didn’t seem like that had changed. “She didn’t say much of anything. Nothing new, anyways. No clues, no nothing, no one saw us leave together.”

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Max growled and tried to tamp down his anger. “How the hell did no one see y’all leave? There were other people there, right?”

Bo snorted and nodded. “Yeah, but that’s just it. Place like that is crowded and the men there aren’t paying attention to anything except their next piece of ass. Believe me when I tell you people there most likely did not notice me and Psycho Fucker slipping out together.”

Max couldn’t imagine anyone not noticing Bo, but arguing would just upset the man and he’d looked tired when he’d come in. Max let it drop, although he did ask, “So what are the cops doing then?”

“What can they do?” Bo asked in return, shrugging. “It sucks, but not every crime is solved like they are on TV. Looks like the bad guy is going to get away this time, which is really shitty because what if next time he kills someone? And there’s nothing I can do. I even called the club I was at that night and asked if they’d hand out flyers or something telling people to watch out for the guy, and the owner refused. Didn’t want to risk scaring off