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

Bo’s smile said he understood perfectly. “It’s fixing to go from not hurting much and weird to mind-blowing, I promise.”

“I—fuck!” Max couldn’t think any more, not with Bo steadily sliding in to the hilt.

Before Max could even draw a breath, Bo shifted his hips and his cock rubbed up against Max’s gland. Max wanted more of that ecstasy, more of his blood singing through his veins and his body flying with the feelings only Bo could give him. “Move! God, now, Bo!”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Bo dropped his chin to his chest and began pumping into Max, slow, small movements at first that made Max want to snarl with frustration. Right MILES TO GO

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before he was ready to snap, Bo started spearing hard and deep, his dick rubbing Max’s gland with every inward thrust. Max thought he was going to lose his mind, the pleasure was so intense. He started jerking his hips up, trying to get more of his lover’s length and get it in harder. Bo growled, the sound fuelling the tingling and tightening of Max’s balls, and Bo began slamming into him, plundering Max so perfectly Max wanted to weep for joy.

Bo nudged Max’s hand where it gripped his. “Gonna come, baby. Need to bring you

with me—”

“Don’t need a hand,” Max gasped. His body was sparking with pleasure, his nipples peaked and burning, his cock throbbing. “Gonna— gaawwwdd! ” Max howled as cum sprayed from his shaft. His vision dimmed as wet heat splattered onto his chest. Bo grunted and shoved his cock deep into Max’s ass. He froze as he moaned. Even in the stunned throes of his climax, Max felt Bo’s shaft swell and throb inside him. Bo shuddered and moaned again as he ground against Max’s ass. Max shot more cum onto his stomach, gasping as each subsequent shot of semen spewed out.

“I don’t want to pull out,” Bo muttered, his voice rough.

“Don’t want you to,” Max muttered once he could speak.

“Got to, I think I probably poured a gallon of cum into the rubber.” Bo stroked Max’s thighs before carefully pulling out of Max’s body. He removed the condom and tied it off then tossed it in the trash can beside the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”

Max shook his head and reached for his lover. Bo was trembling, shaking hard enough to make the bed vibrate. “Leave it, we can shower after we recover.” He pulled Bo to him. Bo sighed and snuggled up to Max’s side, swiping at some cum on Max’s chest.

“You’re a mess, and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bo teased, then spoke with an eloquence that belied his trembling body. “And I love you, Max, with everything I am and hope to be, and I know it’s the truth when you say you love me, too. You’ve given me the strength to believe I deserve that.”

“I couldn’t ask for anything more,” Max said as his heart swelled with love. “Except for this.” He buried his fingers in Bo’s hair and tipped his head up for a kiss. “Now I’ve got everything.”

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Chapter Sixteen

It was another unusually warm winter day and Max swiped at the sweat on his

forehead then tucked the sopping bandana into his back pocket. He left the Stetson on a fence post as he crept towards the big house where Bo was ensconced in the small office Chance had set up for him. Once it’d been decided that Bo would be staying here, living with Max in the bunkhouse, Chance had offered Bo a job keeping the accounts for the ranch and putting to use the contacts Bo had accumulated when he’d been involved in the rodeo. Bo had a lot of contacts, but Max wasn’t worried about it. Bo loved him, and that was all that mattered.

He toed off his boots and set them on the porch once he’d quietly cleared the steps.

Hoping the screen door wouldn’t squeak and give away his game, Max pulled the door open. He breathed a sigh of relief, grateful the oil he’d coated the hinges with had done its job. Padding through the house towards Bo’s office, Max checked each room he passed. Rory and Chance were supposed to be out in the North pasture, but he wouldn’t have put it past them to sneak home for some lunch time nooky. Of course, they were probably just going at it in the pasture, traumatising the cattle.

The door to Bo’s office was open slightly, enough that Max could see a strip of blond hair streaked with grey and the sharp edge of a cheekbone. He heard Bo’s muttered curse and what sounded like something small striking the wooden desktop.

“Damn it, how the fuck did I do that?”

Max grinned and pressed one hand to the door, nudging it open. Bo sat at the desk, his normally smooth brow wrinkled as he glared down at a paper in his hand.

“You having a bad day?” Max asked, delighted when Bo jumped and yelped.

Bo dropped the paper and pointed at him, his eyes narrowing even as his full lips twitched. “You shit! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Max chuckled and stepped into the room, enjoying the heat that flared in those hazel eyes when he closed the door and locked it. “I promise, that wasn’t my intention.”

Bo leant back in his chair and rubbed his chest with one hand. The other dropped below the desk top to rub at something else. Max’s mouth watered as he took a few steps forward, gaze locked on the sight of Bo rubbing the bulge at his groin.

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“And what was your intention?” Bo asked, his voice silky and warm, slicking over Max’s cock and bringing him to achingly erect.

“I thought you might need a break,” Max said, still watching that hand. He set his own to unbuttoning his shirt and jeans. “Looks like I was right. That hard on you got can’t