Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance by Bailey Bradford (poetry books to read txt) 📗

ranch truck into the drive, staring at the shiny new SUV that was parked by Chance’s house. He turned the ignition off, trying to remember if Chance had mentioned he was expecting company, either business or personal. Nothing came to mind, and his curiosity kicked up a notch.

Deciding to forgo a shower first, Rory got out and walked up the porch. He started to knock but caught himself. Chance had told him on more than one occasion not to bother knocking, that he was welcome any time. He opened the door and looked around. The sound of voices coming from Chance’s office caught his attention—specifically, a sexy voice that gave a new meaning to oral sex. Anxiety and something Rory suspected was jealousy reared up inside him.

For a brief second, he considered pulling off his boots and trying to sneak over to the door. That he even thought of doing such a thing filled Rory with shame. He trusted his lover—Chance might have been someone who fucked around when he was younger, but he had told Rory he was a different person now.

Taking a breath to steady himself, Rory approached the office. He’d just raised his hand to knock when the owner of that silky voice spoke again.

“Come on, Chance. I can make sure you get a contract with the rodeo for your rough stock once you’re finally ready. What’s it going to hurt for you to give me a little incentive?

You used to be able to suck dick so good it made my eyes cross.” Sultry laughter followed the proclamation.

As much as Rory agreed with the assessment of Chance’s cock-sucking skills, he didn’t like hearing it from another man’s lips.

“We won’t be ready for anything like that for at least two years. Even so, you can shove your contract—”

Rory banged on the office door before Chance could finish his angry declaration.

“Come in!”

Anger tinged the words and Rory bit back a grin. He wasn’t feeling jealous anymore; RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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instead, he was anticipating staking his claim. Like some damn alpha, Rory thought to himself. Well, if the boot fits…

He opened the door and immediately looked at Chance and the man trying to get a blowjob from his lover. Chance looked angry and anxious, probably worried that Rory would get the wrong idea. Rory winked at him, wanting to set him at ease as much as he could. The stranger—to Rory, anyway—was small, blond-headed and pretty rather than handsome. He was also glaring at Rory while trying to grope an unwilling Chance.

Chance had a hand wrapped around the other man’s wrist, preventing it from lowering the couple of inches necessary to reach Chance’s dick. His other hand was on the smaller man’s chest, pushing to keep him back. Rory’s lips quirked as he shook his head.

“Damn, love, I can’t leave you alone for one minute without some aging twink trying to hit on you, can I?”

Relief lit Chance’s eyes and the groper jerked back and gave Rory a venomous look.

“Who the fuck are you?” The little man was fairly quivering with anger. Chance started to speak but Rory shook his head, never looking away from the man who’d been trying to seduce—or, rather, maul—his lover.

“I’m the man”—Rory walked closer, not stopping until he was towering over the little twit—“who is the sole benefactor of those blowjobs you were speaking so highly of.”

Rory winked at Chance again before turning back to the task at hand, which was, he supposed, defending his man’s virtue. Or maybe he was marking his territory—it didn’t really matter in the end, as long as his message got across.

The other man eyed him warily. “I don’t believe you. Chance has always been a slut—”

Rory had a new understanding of what it meant to see red. His hands clenched into fists and he took a step forward, unable to stop himself. Chance jumped out of his chair and pushed the smaller man back, bouncing him into the wall. Rory was so mad he didn’t know how he managed to keep from decking the little fool.

“Hey, baby.” Chance pressed up against Rory, giving full contact from chest to knees.

He wrapped his arms around Rory’s waist and held on tight. He squeezed once, hard, and it got Rory’s attention.

Unclenching his fists, Rory looked into Chance’s dark brown eyes and felt his hot temper drain away. There was no way he could be angry about anything when the man he loved looked at him like that—like he loved Rory. Maybe he did—Rory thought they just RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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might both be on the same page there, but he was afraid to ask, much less try to say it after the last time he tried.

Still, the tender feeling had a smile blooming on Rory’s mouth and an answering one spreading on Chance’s.

“All right, I won’t kill the little shit.” Yet. If the idiot got the message.

Chance laughed and shook his head. “Bo isn’t worth it, baby. Some people just don’t grow up.”

“Hey! That’s bullshit!” The little man—Bo—piped up behind Chance. He edged his way over to Chance’s desk and plopped down in the chair, making himself at home. Rory and Chance both arched a brow at him.

“Bo.” Chance started to pull away but Rory held him close. “Get your bony ass out of my chair!”

Bo rolled his eyes and stuck out his lower lip. “Come on, Chance! Would you seriously rather be sitting here than standing there with a double armful of handsome man?”

Chance wasn’t mollified. “No, I’d rather be where I am and have your ass out of my chair!”

“So I guess propping my feet on your desk is out of the question?” Bo made to raise his legs and it was all Rory could do to hold Chance back.

“If you know what’s good for you, you will move before I turn my lover loose on you,”

Rory threatened.

Bo laughed. “Oh, he wouldn’t hurt me, we used to be—”

Rory let go and Chance spun on his heel and