Love in Xxchange: Miles to Go by Bailey Bradford (7 ebook reader txt) 📕

Bo snorted and unfastened his jeans, his cock bobbing out proof that he had foregone his briefs. “It isn’t, and it’s taking away the blood from up here.” Bo tapped his head. “No wonder I keep making stupid-ass mistakes.”

“No wonder.” Max shucked out of his clothes and strode over to his lover. He tapped the insides of Bo’s thighs, encouraging him to spread his lean legs wider. Bo huffed and obediently did so. Max knelt between Bo’s knees then reached for Bo’s wrists. “Up, stand up.”

Bo arched a brow but once again did as ordered. He started to lower his jeans more but Max stopped him. As much as he needed to taste Bo, he couldn’t wait for the man to strip any further.

Bo stroked his fingers through Max’s hair. He fisted his hands and pulled until Max was forced to look up at him instead of at the thickly veined dick bobbing in front of his face.

“You in a hurry?”

“Yep.” Admitting so wasn’t a problem, and Bo’s slit was already oozing pre-cum. Max wasn’t the only one who was eager. Max stared up into his lover’s eyes and gave him a wicked smile. “We only have an hour, and I want to bend you over the desk and bury my dick in that sweet ass, too.” Saying it was nearly enough to make him come. Max pressed the heel of one hand to his engorged shaft and fondled Bo’s rapidly drawing up balls with the other. Despite having balls of his own, those things just fascinated him. Or Bo’s did, anyway.

The texture of the wrinkled skin, the fuzz coating them, the way they did that—pulling up snug into hard nuts, Max loved playing with them, that was all there was to it. He scraped a nail over the tight sac and grinned when Bo moaned.

“Sounds perfect,” Bo rasped, his voice high and shaky. “Could you get on with it?”

“I could if you’d quit trying to pull my hair out.”

Bo grumbled but loosened his hold and Max dove for his lover’s balls, drawing in a deep breath. The musky scent excited him unbearably and he lapped and nipped at the drawn up balls, one hand fisting the base of Bo’s cock while the other clutched a firm ass MILES TO GO

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cheek. He wiggled his fingers deeper into Bo’s crack until his fingers brushed over Bo’s hole.

The shudder that rocked the man threatened to topple him so Max grudgingly left off teasing Bo’s balls and pucker, guiding him instead to lean back against the desk.

“Better hold on now,” Max warned then sealed his mouth around Bo’s crown and

sucked, hard. He delved the tip of his tongue into the slit and Bo cried out, his fingers once again fisting in Max’s hair, pulling painfully. Max ignored it, increasing the suction until he’d milked all the pre-cum he could from Bo’s dick. He backed off to swirl his tongue around the rim, teasing at the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside. Bo’s steady stream of curses and the shout he gave when Max swooped and suddenly engulfed his whole rod suffused Max with a rush of love and wonder. He hadn’t ever thought to have this, to love and be loved in returned. That he did never failed to surprise and delight him, and he was determined to make sure Bo knew how much he was loved.

Swallowing around the swollen crown in his throat was a new trick he’d learned, and one that never failed to drive Bo over the edge. Bo howled and curled over him, pressing Max’s brow against his thatch of pubic hair. As he pulled back to catch Bo’s release on his tongue, Max kind of wished he’d had more restraint and had held off, sucked Bo’s cock longer because he dearly loved doing this. But he wanted to feel Bo’s tight ass clenching around his dick, soon. The feeling of those inner muscles massaging his length was exquisite.

Max would never get enough.

“Shit, Max, that was…” Bo sighed and slowly untangled his fingers, rubbing Max’s sore scalp. “You’re really, really good at that,” he purred as he unfolded himself until he was once more leaning against the desk.

Max lapped at the remaining cum leaking from Bo’s slit before looking up into blue eyes shining bright with all the love Max had once thought he’d never have. “Only for you,”

Max promised, smiling at the way Bo seemed to melt at the words. “Only for you.”

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Chapter Seventeen

The bunkhouse felt empty with everybody gone. It wasn’t often Bo found himself alone there anymore, and even though it was strange, he was glad. Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and he had plans for Maxie and himself. Ones they’d both enjoy.

He was also nervous as hell. This was the first year he’d ever had someone to spend February fourteenth with—in a relationship kind of way. He’d had more than his share of one-night stands on past Valentine’s, other lonely men who didn’t have anyone important to be with. Or maybe those guys had just been horny; there’d been plenty of times when that had been the case for Bo.

Now, however, he had one very special man to spend that holiday with, and Bo was scared he’d screw it all up. After all, what did he really know about Valentine’s Day? Not a damn thing except for what he saw on TV and in the stores. Flowers, chocolates, and a card, those seemed to be the standard gifts, so Bo had got those after looking online for ideas had only netted him a boner and some rather surprisingly naughty gift suggestions. As much as he’d like to see Max bent over with a fat red plug topped with a heart handle poking out his ass, Bo didn’t think his partner would be quite as turned on. Max was a wild man in bed—or wherever they decided to make love—but he was still a bit skittish when it