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

slung over him. It felt almost as good as the sex had, or maybe as good but in a different way.

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damned cute—whether that was appropriate for a man over forty or not, Max didn’t give a shit, because it was true.

Besides being the sexiest thing Max had ever seen, Bo was simply adorable, a

description Max vowed never to utter out loud. That was a little more…mushy…than he’d ever want to admit. Max’s lids grew heavy and his last thought as he drifted off was that if this was going to send him to Hell, it was more than worth it.

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Chapter Nine

The sound of the bedroom door opening startled Bo from the light sleep he’d dropped into. Carefully lifting his head from Max’s shoulder, he cracked open his eyes and found himself blushing under Annabelle’s appraising gaze as it encompassed his and Max’s entwined bodies. The blush progressed from a subtle warmth to a scorching heat as he dimly realised he and his lover were both nude. Annabelle was getting an eyeful. Not just of Bo’s fuzzy ass, either. He’d dozed off with one leg sprawled over Max’s thighs and an arm draped low down on Max’s belly. The result of this position was that Max’s cock and balls were pretty much framed between Bo’s limbs, setting those very fine parts of Max’s body on display like an eye-catchingly framed painting in a museum.

Bo couldn’t figure out how to rectify the situation without waking Max. The poor guy would be mortified to be caught all out by Annabelle. He gave her a pleading look and felt his own embarrassment vanish at the emotions flickering over Annabelle’s face.

Appreciation, curiosity, and desire melded into a thoughtful expression as she finally met his eyes. The pink cheeks were something he’d never imagined to see on Annabelle—she’d always seemed unflappable. Maybe it was just seeing two men together that had turned her on. God knew it would have made Bo whimper and beg to join the party once upon a time.

Annabelle arched a brow at him and tipped her head back. Bo didn’t miss the way her gaze drifted over their naked bodies again as she waited for him to get out of bed. He mouthed at her to go wait in the other room, and she nodded once before quietly backing out, leaving the bedroom door open.

Bo gently lifted his limbs off Max in tiny increments, trying his best not to wake the man. When Max muttered and reached for him, Bo brushed his fingers through Max’s thick hair and murmured soothing words until he settled back into a deep sleep. Once he was certain Max was out good, Bo eased off the bed and grabbed the sweats lying on the floor. He seriously thought about stepping out of the room bare assed. After all, Annabelle had certainly seemed to enjoy gawking at them, but then he remembered that flittering desire in her eyes, the hint of dawning realisation in their dark depths.

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Definitely best to get dressed. Bo pulled the sweats on and grabbed Max’s denim work shirt. The scent of sweat, horses and man encompassed him and Bo’s cock sprung back to life. Bo buttoned up the shirt and breathed a relieved sigh at finding the shirttails hung to the middle of his thighs. He could still make out his erection pressing through the layers of fabric, but at least it wasn’t quite so obvious. Bo closed the door behind him, cringing at the clicking sound as he did so. He waited, listening intently for a minute. When no sound other than a soft snore came from the bedroom, Bo smiled and headed out to find Annabelle.

She was waiting in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a sweating glass of iced tea in one hand. Bo considered getting himself a glass just to stall for time but Annabelle’s gaze drifted down to his dick. After pulling out a chair, he checked the shirttail again then seated himself and scooted as close to the table as possible.

“You do know I’m gay,” Bo pointed out, seeing no need to beat around the bush.

Annabelle snorted and rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. That doesn’t mean the two of you didn’t make a pretty damn fine picture.”

Bo felt a burst of pride at the declaration. What forty-something man wouldn’t? But he didn’t want to appear vain. “Max is a very attractive man.”

Annabelle chuckled as her cheeks tinted. “If by attractive you mean hung like a horse, I’d have to agree.”

“Actually, I meant the entire package, not just his…” Bo fumbled through his

indignation for a suitable word. “Not just his package, you know. I mean, inside and out, he’s perfect even if he has issues and who doesn’t? No one gets through life without some scars.” Bo bit his bottom lip to keep from babbling. If he wasn’t careful, he’d share more than he’d intended, kind of like he just had.

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Annabelle said, her lips twitching. “Max is a special guy, and so are you. I don’t want to see either of you hurt.”

Bo frowned before he could stop himself. He hated the way it emphasised the fine lines that had begun cropping up almost overnight. “Is that why you wanted me to leave that gorgeous man in bed alone, so you could tell me how special we are?” Women were so confusing. She didn’t need to make him get up and leave Max just to tell him something he already knew.

Annabelle reached out and lightly smacked Bo’s shoulder. “No, I really just wanted to get you out of the room before my big brother gets here. He wondered where Max was since MILES TO GO

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he didn’t finish his work for the day, and I thought I’d be nice and