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

Christmas from Rory and Chance and the rest of our friends. Thank you, Bo.” Max leaned in carefully and kissed Bo’s soft lips. When he leant back Bo’s eyes were shining happily and his smile was that bright one that Max loved to see.

“I know they aren’t the most original gifts, but since you never got them before, I’m really glad to be the first person to give them to you.”

Max didn’t know how it was possible considering everything in his world revolved around the man already, but he fell even more in love with Bo right then and there. He took the platters from Bo and gave him another kiss, this one longer, a little messy, but it made them both hum with happiness before he turned and walked to the table.

After setting the food down, he took his seat and carefully opened the card. The message was brief, but it hit Max square in the heart. His eyes blurred as he closed the card and tucked it back in the envelope. Then he started to push his chair back but Bo was right there, draping himself over Max’s back and craning his neck to bring his lips to Max’s.

By the time the kiss ended, Max’s cock was so hard he couldn’t sit comfortably. Taking Bo back to bed seemed like the best idea ever, then he noticed the meal Bo had prepared.

Homemade waffles, fresh strawberries and some blueberry compote that Max nearly drooled over, ice cream in a beautiful ceramic bowl Max hadn’t a clue they’d had, and what he thought was whipped cream. Max arched a brow and pointed towards the thick white stuff.

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“Is that whipped cream?”

Bo nodded. “Homemade, too. It doesn’t take long and it tastes so much better than the store bought stuff.” He beamed at Max and pushed the bowl towards him. “I suggest waffles, ice cream, whipped cream, then the blueberries and strawberries. And bacon on the side, of course. Can’t have you missing out on your meat.” Bo leered and winked at that last bit.

Max chuckled and stacked the food according to Bo’s suggestion. The first bite made Max moan as his eyes closed. He hadn’t had anything this good in…ever.

“I used to make this every now and then years ago, when I wanted something decadent for breakfast.”

Max opened his eyes and Bo blushed as he glanced down at the feast. “I never made it for anyone else,” he said softly, and Max thought he was possibly glowing like Bo did, just lighting up from the inside out.

“Thank you, honey. You don’t know how much all of this means to me.” Max wasn’t

sure he could tell Bo, either, but he hoped to show him later.

They took their time eating breakfast, enjoying one another’s company and sharing heated glances. The buildup of anticipation was almost as delicious as the meal, and Max savoured every second of it. Afterwards he insisted on Bo relaxing while he cleaned up the table and the dishes, then Max had to go check the horses.

Bo came along to help, and together they got the horses fed and watered and their stalls clean. Then Max told Bo to hop in the shower, and all the nerves Max had managed came roaring back as he saddled two horses before heading to the bunkhouse to clean up.

He’d thought breakfast went well enough. Bo replayed the morning in his head. Yeah, Max had been glowing with joy, so where had it gone wrong? Why was he in here showering by himself when he’d been so sure Max wouldn’t be able to wait to get his hands on him?

Bo didn’t know whether to be worried or not. Max hadn’t seemed upset, although he’d started to look a bit nervous once they finished taking care of the horses. And Max hadn’t given him anything for Valentine’s Day yet, which Bo wasn’t exactly worried about. He MILES TO GO

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wasn’t with Max to see what he could get from the man, but he was a little surprised Max hadn’t done something yet.

Unless…Bo remembered the whole ‘big thing’ idea. Some of the tension drained out of him. That fit. Max probably had something planned, and it was going to bowl Bo right over, just like he had when he’d given Bo that beautiful roan mare, or when he’d sung Bo a love song in a surprisingly lovely baritone. Or like the time he’d spent hours massaging and kissing every inch of Bo’s body. Those might not have been ‘big things’ to anyone else, but to Bo they were colossal, and he had trouble believing he deserved them.

But to doubt he did implied Max was wrong in believing in him, and so Bo tried to silence that doubtful, nagging voice with the sound of Max’s soothing, reassuring one.

And now, he was pretty sure there was another ‘big thing’ coming, and even though he didn’t know what it was, he thought it’d be the biggest yet.

Bo got out of the shower and towelled off quickly, both nervous and eager to see what Max had planned. He rushed from the bathroom into the bedroom and pulled up short to leer at Max as the man bent to pull off his sweats and underwear. “Mmm, baby, you sure have a fine ass,” Bo purred, unable to stay silent when he looked at that firm flesh. His dick sprang to full mast and he palmed it loosely as Max blushed from thighs to cheeks when he turned to Bo. “Any chance you want to mess around a little before you shower?”

Max arched a brow and looked at Bo’s hand on his cock. “A little? I’m thinking it’d take more than a little to satisfy that hard on you got.”

“Well yeah,” Bo acknowledged easily. “But what other plans have we got?”

Max’s cheeks darkened and he grinned that easy, laid back grin that had first drawn Bo in. “You’ll have