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

been giving you a hard time, Maxie? You’re looking a little tight through the shoulders.”

Max ignored Rory’s snigger when Bo called him Maxie. As far as Max was concerned, Bo could call him whatever he wanted when Bo was looking at him like he wanted to eat him up one slow, sweet bite at a time. Max cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, chasing off some of the tension that had settled there during Rory’s lecture. “I’m fine. Just going through sex ed all over again.” Well, really for the first time. His parents hadn’t allowed any of their children to be taught anything about sex other than it’d send them straight to hell. That wasn’t something he was ready to share, especially with Rory sitting there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Irritation snapped in Bo’s eyes and his voice as he looked at Rory. “I wouldn’t do anything to put him at risk. When I was in the hospital, they ran every damned blood test known to man and everything came back fine. I may have been a slut, but I was always a careful one.”

Okay, Max had sort of known Bo wasn’t exactly a prude, but a slut? Max had to think about that for all of two seconds. He didn’t want to think about any man touching Bo, but Max was realistic and couldn’t see where he had any right or reason to be jealous. He was a little concerned, though, about why Bo had ever thought of himself as a slut, or why he’d done things to make himself fit into that role. Max was absolutely determined Bo would never think so little of himself again.

Max had been so lost in his own thoughts he’d barely heard the drone of conversation between Bo and Rory. Whatever was said, the two men seemed to have got past the flare of temper from moments earlier. Rory stood and patted Max’s shoulder before exchanging goodbyes and leaving. Max forgot the humiliating conversation with Rory. Nothing could compete with the ache building inside him for one very special man.

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And that man was looking at him with a heated gaze that made it nearly impossible for Max to breathe. There was desire in that look, sure enough, but there was something softer that sent warm tendrils of effervescent hope through Max. “Lay back and kick off that sheet,”

Bo ordered.

Max swallowed and bobbed his head, unable to look away from the erection tenting Bo’s sweats. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” He flopped back on the bed, still keeping his eyes on Bo’s bulge.

Bo shuffled over to the duffle bag he’d set in the corner by the dresser. He crouched down and dug out something then stood back up. With his back to Max, Bo stripped, his hips swaying slightly as he shoved his sweats down. Max’s gaze zeroed in on Bo’s pert ass, drinking in the sight of those firm globes and the dusky crease separating them. By the time Bo stood up straight and turned around, Max’s cock was leaking pre-cum at a steady rate.

Bo started moving, a sensual swivel of hips and dick that freed the whimper Max had bitten back earlier. Max held out a hand to his lover. “C’mon over here.”

Humming, Bo stalked Max, moving slow and pinning Max with his gaze. Max

struggled to think. There was something he wanted to make clear.

“You aren’t a slut.” Not now, not ever.

Bo’s step faltered but he quickly recovered. “Used to be. There’s plenty who’d still say I am.”

Max would beat their heads in if they did. “But you’re not.” Max levelled his lover with a look that he hoped was sexy and powerful and everything he wanted to be for Bo. “I don’t care about what happened in the past. All that matters is here, now, us—and you knowing what you are.” Bo had completely stopped walking now. He looked sad and hopeful and terrified all at the same time. He started to speak, but Max waved him off with a hand slicing through the air. “There’s only one thing you need to believe is true about who and what you are right now.”

“Oh really?” Bo asked neutrally. “And what is that?”

Max shoved off the bed and was up and pressing against Bo’s chest in a split second.

He kept one arm around Bo’s hips and with the other he grabbed a handful of the silky fine hair. Max didn’t have gentle in him just then and he took Bo’s mouth in a kiss that threatened to bust both their lips. By the time Max felt he had thoroughly claimed Bo, or his mouth at MILES TO GO

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least, Max was ready to shoot his load. He leaned in and nipped a tempting patch of skin on Bo’s neck before trailing kisses up to Bo’s ear while he shuddered in Max’s arms.

“The only thing you need to know and believe”—Max nudged his dick against Bo’s—

“is that you. Are. Mine.”

Bo had every intention of putting the condoms he’d grabbed to good use, but hearing those words from Max had rocketed him right to the edge of a climax. No one had ever wanted him, claimed him like that. Condoms flying every which way, Bo tackled Max, taking them both down onto the bed. Almost before hitting the mattress, they were rubbing off on each other in a frenzied burst of heat. In mere minutes their bellies and chests were covered in cum, their hearts racing and the only sound in the room was the rasping rattle of their breaths.

Bo had fallen asleep, sticky and sated and more content than he’d ever thought

possible, and he had a plan in place for getting Max’s thick cock in his ass first thing in the morning. The thing about plans, though, at least in Bo’s experience, was that they tended to get altered by outside forces.

The first outside force was Sheba, a pretty bay mare