Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance, Bailey Bradford [best pdf ebook reader for android .TXT] 📗

Chance hung up the cell phone and stared at it, not really seeing a damn thing.

“Everything okay?”

Max’s question startled Chance out of his stupor. He turned and looked at the wiry man and watched the confusion dance across Max’s face. Chance felt his smile spreading wide and he nodded.

“Yeah, better than, really. Where’s Rory at today?” He had news for his lover that would, hopefully, vanquish that faint worried look that would creep up on the younger man every now and then. Ever since they’d talked to Detective Malone.

“Yeah, he’s over in the North pasture.” Max gestured with his thumb over his shoulder.

His eyes sparkled as he winked at Chance. “Maybe I should stay home tonight.”

Chance shook his head. “No, you still better have your ass at the house for dinner.” He slapped Max on the back as he passed the ranch hand. “I promise we’ll behave.” Mostly, he added to himself.

“All right, I’ll see ya then.”

Waving one hand at Max, Chance grabbed the reins to his gelding Zeus and quickly mounted. He took off, giving Zeus his head and letting the quarter horse run.

Chance pushed his hat down farther then gripped the reins again with both hands, enjoying the hard ride.

He brought the gelding up to a walk when they reached the North pasture, patting the horse’s sweaty neck and praising him for being such a good boy. Rory was waiting for him by the gate, and Chance sidled Zeus up to it so he could lean over and plant a fast kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Something wrong?” Rory studied him intently for a few seconds before he dismounted and pulled the gate open.

Zeus nickered and walked through the gate. Chance slid from the saddle and took both horses’ reins, looping them over a couple of posts. He turned and nearly smacked into Rory.

The worry in his lover’s blue eyes made Chance feel like shit for not answering sooner.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” He leant in and tipped his head up for another kiss. Rory’s RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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strong arms wrapped around him and it felt so right that Chance wanted to purr. Instead, he stroked the roof of Rory’s mouth with his tongue, revelling in the shudder that rocked through his lover’s body. Chance grabbed Rory’s biceps and held on tight.

Rory’s hands dipped down to cup Chance’s ass and pull him up so that their dicks rubbed together. Chance was pretty sure he did purr then, twining his tongue with Rory’s as they moved against each other.

When Rory lifted his head, his lips were red and puffy, slicked with moisture from the kiss. His heavy-lidded gaze had Chance’s cock pushing hard against his zipper. Chance reached down and tried to adjust himself into a less painful spot. He glanced up to see those red lips quirking up in a grin.

“So you just came out here to say hello?” The deep timbre of his lover’s voice ensured there was no comfortable position in which Chance could rearrange his dick.

“Actually,”—Chance rubbed the ball of his hand over his cock, trying to ease the discomfort—“I came to tell you some good news.”

“And what’s that?” Rory’s hand batted Chance’s aside. He stroked over the denim-clad erection and Chance’s thoughts scattered.

“No, baby, I can’t think when you’re doing that.” Chance pulled Rory’s hand away.

Rory’s dark gaze met Chance’s again.

“Art’s pleading guilty.” Chance watched as Rory processed the news. “So, there’s no trial. It was part of a plea deal, since they have so much on him. He kept records…” Chance shut up. He didn’t want to get into detail about just how much proof the prosecutor had on Art.

Rory stepped back, keeping a hand on Chance’s hip. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple told Chance his lover was struggling with some emotion, but he wasn’t sure if it was a happy one or not.

“How long?” Rory finally managed to get out.

“He’ll be lucky to get out before he dies in there.” Chance trailed a finger down Rory’s cheek then rested it on the younger man’s chest. Rory nodded and looked down. He took a few deep breaths before he looked at Chance.

“So that’s it, right? We don’t have to go in for any more interviews and testimonies, nothing? It’s done?” The hope shining in Rory’s eyes made Chance’s heart pinch.

“Yeah.” He stroked his lover’s chest, wanting nothing more than to take the man home.

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“It’s done.”

Rory yipped and the next thing Chance knew, he was being lifted and spun around as Rory’s laughter rang out. His feet touched the ground and Rory pulled him in for a hard hug.

“Thank God,” Rory murmured over and over in Chance’s ear.

Chance smoothed his hands in circles over his lover’s back. He could almost feel the coiled tension leaving Rory’s body.

“I would have done what needed doing, but God, I didn’t want to, you know?” Rory leant back and looked at him. “Does that mean I’m a piece of shit?”

Chance shook Rory a bit. “No! Who the hell would look forward to something like that?” He growled and had to suppress a shudder himself. “And for a gay man to have to do it? We both knew it would probably get ugly. No way to look forward to that.”

Rory’s gaze travelled up and down the length of Chance’s body. His erection, which had begun to soften, perked right back up. He couldn’t help but notice Rory was rather perky, too.

Chance pushed Rory up against the gate and quickly unbuckled his lover’s belt. With a tug, he unbuttoned and unzipped the tight jeans. He shoved his hands under Rory’s underwear and pushed them and the jeans down low enough to free his leaking dick.

Chance couldn’t look away from the pre cum that was smeared across his lover’s cock head.

“Slight change in plans.” Chance dropped to his knees and grabbed the gate on either side of Rory’s hips. He swiped his tongue over the wet spongy head, dipping into the slit.

Rory’s moan echoed his own as