Love in Xxchange: Miles to Go by Bailey Bradford (best e reader for android TXT) 📗

damaged as surely as Bo himself, and Bo had a choice to make. He could pack up his things and get out before he fell any deeper, saving himself potential heartbreak and a relationship that, if embarked on, would be a lot of work. Max wasn’t the only one with issues. But he wanted to change, didn’t want to be the man he’d been in the past. Bo wanted to be a better man, a good man. Except now he was faced with really doing so, it was a scary prospect. If he screwed up, he’d hurt the one person in the world who seemed to accept him and—Bo’s heart fluttered in his chest—cared about him.

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Bo looked at the kind, weathered face he’d become so fond of, the large, dark eyes, the nut brown skin lined and creased in such interesting places. Hadn’t he been wanting something more than just sex? How many times had he imagined him and Max growing old together? Could he possibly have what he’d dreamed of? The only way he’d ever know is if he took a chance. After taking a deep breath, Bo held his hand out to Max.

“Would you like to touch me now, Max?” Bo held his breath, exhaling noisily when Max reached out and twined their fingers together.

“I’d like that very much.”

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Chapter Eight

It took every bit of Max’s restraint to keep from diving onto Bo. Just the feel of his warm, soft hand, his fingers linked with Max’s, brought to mind images of twined and tangled limbs. Max felt his dick swell as he sat on the edge of the bed. Bo was looking at him with so much trust in his hazel eyes, a soft expression on his handsome face.

A gentle squeeze to his hand gave Max the courage to speak. “I’m not sure what to do.”

It wasn’t nearly as embarrassing to admit to as his confession moments earlier had been.

Bo’s smile was sweet and hot at the same time. He winked at Max and shimmied where he lay. “Just do what you want. I promise you, nothing you do will be wrong. Just touch me, please.”

The quiet assurance and the soft plea moved Max like nothing else could have.

Something inside tightened, compressing his lungs, then loosened and fell away. The bands of guilt that had kept him bound vanished, and Max felt a surge of desire so strong it nearly stopped his heart. He looked at Bo, letting the other man see the need coursing through him, saw the answering need in Bo’s eyes, the pupils blown wide until only a thin band of green-flecked brow rimmed the black depths.

“Anything,” Bo whispered, gently untangling his fingers from Max’s.

Max felt a moment’s despair over the loss of the touch until he realised he could replace that warm hand with other fascinating bits of Bo. Anything, he’d offered, but Max wanted everything. He skimmed his gaze down Bo’s slender, sexy body, only then noticing he’d changed his clothes. The tight T-shirt clung to Bo’s torso, emphasising the hard nipples threatening to poke through the material, outlining each rib and the concave stomach. A thin strip of pale skin was exposed between the shirt and the faded sweats. Max brought a trembling finger to that tempting bit of skin, marvelling at the silky smoothness of the pale hair that ran down beneath the elastic waistband.

Bo moaned and wiggled his hips, drawing Max’s attention to the erection tenting Bo’s sweats. As he stared, a wet spot appeared and spread. Max thought of what Annabelle had said, and even though he really didn’t want to be thinking about it here at this particular MILES TO GO

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moment, he had to ask. Max dragged his fingers down, feeling the heat of Bo’s dick through the material. Bo’s cock leapt beneath the touch and the damp spot grew a little bigger.

“Did you come in your pants in the barn?” Max found it easy to ask when he wasn’t looking Bo in the eye and when he was touching that tempting cock even through a layer of clothes. Bo titled his hips, rubbing his shaft against Max’s hand.

“You mean when I was blowing you?” Another thrust of his hips, a quiet moan. “Is that what you’re asking? ‘Cause, yeah, when you shot that first load into my mouth, I creamed my jeans, you tasted so good, and the way you fucked my mouth, just let yourself go and took what I was offering, oh shit.” Bo shuddered and pumped his hips. “God, it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced!”

Max forced his gaze away from the cock he was now cupping through the sweats,

looking instead at Bo’s face. There was nothing there other than lust, no deception or sarcasm, no anger at the way Max had ploughed into the man’s mouth over and over. Even now, Bo’s full lips were swollen, and Max was drawn to them like a hummingbird to nectar.

Releasing Bo’s cock, Max shifted and leant down until his lips were almost touching Bo’s. He wanted to look at Bo, look in those eyes that gave away so much more than Bo realised, but Max couldn’t with the lush lips so close to his parting, a tip of a pink tongue darting out to moisten the plump lower one. A thrill of fear speared through him; he didn’t know how to do this, how to kiss a man—or a woman, but that wasn’t ever going to be something he needed to know. He only wanted Bo, this one man.

Bo licked at his bottom lip again, and Max gave in with a groan. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to Bo’s, and groaned again at the heat that sparked and spread down his spine, slamming into his balls. Bo whimpered and buried his hands in Max’s hair. His warm, wet tongue brushed