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

keep the two of you from getting caught going at it like bunnies.”

Did bunnies have gay sex? Bo’s frown deepened as he tried to picture that. He’d

definitely have to Google the subject.

“Bo!” Annabelle snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Get your mind out of the gutter!”

“All right, all right,” Bo sniped. “What did you tell Rory about Max cutting his day short?”

“I told him Max wasn’t feeling so hot, and after whatever happened in the barn

between you two, that wasn’t exactly a lie. He was really shook up.”

Bo detected the not so subtle probing and ignored it. “Okay, well, I guess we’ll go with that. I don’t want Max to get in trouble for messing around on the job.” He hadn’t thought about that. Max loved his work here and would be shattered if he lost his job. “I’ll be more careful from now on, I just didn’t think.”

Annabelle shook her head. “Hey, no, it’s fine for Max to have time off now and then, he’s earned it. I just didn’t think you’d want Rory knowing what was going on between you two.”

“He probably already knows since Chance cornered me about this not long ago. He told me to get Max out of the funk he was in or move out. I don’t want to move out.” Not when he was fairly sure he’d finally fallen in love, at least a little, and it scared the shit out of him.

No one had ever loved him, and he’d never loved anyone, not really, not like he wanted to.

Bo knew he’d find a way to fuck it all up, but he still couldn’t walk away. More info he didn’t want to share with Annabelle.

“And why is that?” Annabelle asked as she narrowed her eyes at him.

Bo considered telling her the truth, but when it came down to it, if he really did love Max, then Max should be the first to know about how Bo felt, not their peeping Tomasina here. He wanted to make a smart ass comment to get her off his back, but whatever it was that was going on between him and Max wasn’t anything he could joke about. Annabelle’s sympathetic gaze made his chest ache. “I just don’t, okay?”

“Yeah, Bo, that’s okay. I think I understand.” Annabelle patted his shoulder. “Why don’t you take Max a glass of tea and maybe give him a little heads up so he can at least get some clothes on? I’m sure Rory’s going to want to see him and make sure he isn’t dying from MILES TO GO

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some raging flu virus or something.” She stood up to walk to the front door as heavy footsteps thudded up the porch steps.

Bo wished he could ask her what she understood, because maybe then she could

explain it to him, too.

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Chapter Ten

It had to have been the smell of cum that gave them away. Max burned with equal parts embarrassment and need. To be precise, he’d nearly keeled over when Rory had sat down and started grilling him about what he was doing with Bo. At first it’d just been a light round of questions, like was Max interested in Bo and was he sure that’s what he wanted when Max had stutteringly admitted that yes, he was very interested in the man. That had been bearable, barely, and Max had thought they were done—but then Rory started asking specific questions. Max sat on the edge of the bed utterly stunned as the questions got more and more personal, like what had he and Bo done together, which had made Max blush so fiercely his blood must have been boiling right up under the surface of his skin.

Then it just got worse, with Rory talking about oral and anal and Max had finally found his voice and asked Rory what the fuck kind of pervert was he? Max was only now

beginning to accept being pulled out of his asexual hidey hole. He absolutely wasn’t comfortable discussing it, and that discomfort fired his temper into overdrive.

Rory had just looked at him with an arched brow and twitching lips, then started on a lecture that was close to thirty years past due. Condoms, safe sex, tests for diseases, and all sorts of things guaranteed to make Max just…want to die, right then and there. He’d only barely managed to shake his head when Rory asked him if he had condoms and lube—why the hell would Max have any of that stuff? He’d never used it when he’d jerked off. Rory had looked surprised, then at a loss and mildly embarrassed as he admitted he and Chance didn’t use condoms, therefore he couldn’t give any to Max. Max wanted to snark something about Rory practicing what he preached, but for all Max knew Rory and Chance had already done all that testing stuff and Max would end up looking like an even bigger idiot.

Rory had hollered for Bo, and the instant that sexy man walked into the room Max found the heat of embarrassment shifting to a different sort of heat, this kind slithering down to Max’s cock and settling in his balls. It was a reaction Max couldn’t hide, sitting there with his legs spread and only the thin sheet covering his parts. Rory had coughed, one of those

‘disguise the laughter’ kinds of coughs, which Max had chosen to ignore. He hated to be MILES TO GO

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laughed at, but he was too mortified by what Rory had been talking about to care that the man was snickering at him now.

“You have condoms and lube, or do I need to pick some up for y’all tomorrow when I’m in town?”

Bo didn’t even blink at Rory’s question. Instead his eyelids dropped down as he shot Max a look that had him biting back a whimper. “I have some, though we’re probably going to need more. Soon.” Bo glanced from Max to Rory, then back at Max. “Has he