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

charged. Bo squeaked, a sound Rory firmly believed no man should ever make, and dove around the other side of the desk.

“Fuck, Chance! It’s just a damn chair!” The smaller man continued circling the desk as Chance stalked him.

“You come in here, try to maul me, and then have the goddamn nerve to tell me I should blow you over a contract. You grope and insult me again—” Chance’s voice was growing louder with each word. “I swear to God, Bo—”

Chance stopped yelling and burst out laughing when Bo darted around to hide behind Rory. “Do you really think that’s the safest place to hide?”

Rory bit back a grin. Suddenly this whole thing seemed ridiculous. He reached behind himself and grabbed Bo’s arm. One tug and the smaller man was standing in front of him.

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“I think that’s enough of being a dumbass for one day—for all of us.” Rory stared first at Bo, then at Chance. Both men nodded and Rory let go of the smaller man. “Good. Bo—”

He waited till the man met his gaze. “That man,”—Rory pointed to his lover—“is taken, period. I don’t share and we don’t play, got it?”

Bo shot a look at Chance, who nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay. But you can’t blame me for trying, can you?”

Rory rather thought he could but didn’t see what the point of it would be. “Just don’t try it again. And you can pass that message on along to anyone else who might think about trying this shit.”

“Fine, fine, and I suppose Chance doesn’t share, either, right?” Bo looked up at Rory and batted his eyelashes.

“No.” Chance’s voice was cold. “I don’t. Cut it out before I decide to beat your ass after all.”

“Bo.” Rory was looking down at the man’s fluttering lashes. “Someone ought to tell you, so I guess I will—that looks absolutely silly on a man your age.”

Chance laughed and Bo sputtered. “It’s not silly, it’s sexy!”

Rory just shook his head and actually found himself feeling a little sorry for the man.

“No, really, it’s not sexy. I thought you had something in your eye at first, man.”

“But…but I’ve always flirted and…” Bo trailed off, looking wounded by the comment.

Rory tried not to feel bad—he figured someone should tell the man the truth.

“People change,” Chance pointed out. “Maybe you need to start thinking about that.”

Bo looked at Chance and Rory for several long seconds. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, maybe I should, because I want that—” He gestured to them with his hand. “Whatever it is between the two of you.”

Rory pulled Chance to his side and put his arm around his lover’s shoulders. “Find your own, buddy.” He was only half teasing.

Bo looked down at his boots and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s just hard, you know? All the men my age are looking for guys who look barely legal, and all the young guys…” He looked up and gave Rory a weak grin and shrugged. “Present company excepted, are looking for a fast fuck. I guess I kind of gave up on anything other than a good time once I realised that.”

He wasn’t sure that was accurate, but Rory softened towards the little guy regardless.

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Chance must have, too, because Rory felt the tension leave his lover’s body.

“Look, why don’t you stay for dinner.” Chance cast a quick look back at Rory, who nodded in agreement. “Hell, we’ll invite Max, too, and just have beer and burgers.”

“Are you sure? I mean, after what…well, I acted like a jackass.” Bo took a deep breath and stood up straight, hands at his sides. “I am sorry.”

He looked sincere. Rory nudged Chance with his hip.

“Apology accepted, before I get hip-checked into the desk,” Chance teased, winking at Rory. “Now, enough of this girly emotional stuff, let’s round up Max before my stomach gnaws a hole through my spine.”

Rory couldn’t resist. He brought his mouth to Chance’s ear, brushing his lips over it and enjoying the shudder that went through his lover’s body. “I plan on doing some nibbling of my own tonight,” he promised, then lightly nipped the edge of Chance’s ear.

“Shit,” Chance stammered, eyes sliding almost shut as he trembled again.

“Guys, that’s just cruel,” Bo whined, but he had a big grin on his face. “Now, come on and introduce me to this Max.” He left the office, calling out over his shoulder, “If you two aren’t out in two minutes, I’m coming in with a water hose!”

Chance turned and pressed his body against Rory’s and jerked their hips together, grinding hard. Rory thought the top of his head was going to blow off as his cock rubbed against Chance’s. He heard his lover mutter something but couldn’t make out what he said.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you with the sound of all my blood from my brain rushing south so fast it makes my ears ring.” Rory swiveled his hips again and moaned. His cock twitched and Rory knew he was going to have to change jeans because sure as shit he had just got a wet spot on the ones he was wearing.

Chance moaned and rocked his hips one more time then stepped back. “I said I should have just thrown the little fu—guy out, then we could have taken care of these.” Chance looked at Rory’s cock, then his own and started laughing.

Rory checked Chance’s jeans and his own—yep, two pairs of clean jeans were definitely needed.

“Think the hose will stretch far enough?” Bo’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Coming,” Chance yelled back, gaze on Rory. “Almost, anyways.”

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Chapter Fourteen

Dinner passed in a surprisingly pleasant manner. It had been so long since Chance had company over, other than his lover, that he felt a bit rusty with his people skills. Still, he enjoyed it and he thought everyone else did, too.

Since Rory had come into his life, Chance had come to realise he had cut himself off from everyone. People who