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

had known him when he was younger—specifically, the ones who had known he was gay and promiscuous—were the people he had wanted to avoid.

Seeing Bo again had brought up feelings of shame that Chance had thought he’d buried.

The fact that he hadn’t, made it suddenly obvious to him he shouldn’t bury it. It sounded like some new age-y crap to him at first, but he was coming to believe he needed to forgive himself and let it go rather than hiding away and trying to forget he’d ever been young and dumb. After all, hadn’t those experiences that he wasn’t proud of helped make him into the man he was today? Yeah, he was going to have to admit they did.

So, enough skulking around hiding from his past. He wasn’t going to go telling the world he was a reformed slut, but he was through being ashamed about it. He’d fucked up—

and around—but he was done being that man, had been for years now.

“You’ve got a self-satisfied smile there.” Rory touched his finger to Chance’s lips and rubbed lightly.

Chance took Rory’s hand in his own and placed an open-mouthed kiss on his lover’s palm. “Just plumb satisfied, baby, all the way around.” He nipped Rory’s palm then brought the younger man’s hand to rest against his heart.

Rory’s pupils dilated until his irises were just thin deep blue rings around the pupils.

Chance felt himself falling into those dark depths, the sound of Max and Bo talking and laughing across the room fading out until all he heard was the beating of his heart.

He felt a moment of panic when he realised his brain had sent the signal to his mouth to speak. Chance hadn’t planned to say anything, not yet, but…

“You know I love you, Rory.”

It was easy. He’d worried he would stumble over the words, wouldn’t know how to say them since he’d never said them before.

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Rory’s eyes widened with surprise—Chance heard his lover’s breath rush out like someone had kicked the man in the diaphragm, his mouth dropped open and stayed that way for a few seconds. Long enough that Chance was about to reach out and push Rory’s chin up.

Instead he brushed his fingers along the square line of Rory’s jaw, watching as Rory’s skin heated up with a flush and a brilliant smile formed on that wide, sexy mouth.

“God, Chance, you know, I wanted to tell you before that I love you but…” Rory’s words were rushed together like he was afraid Chance would cut him off before he could get the proclamation out. “You told me to think about it, but I didn’t need to, Chance. I’ve loved you for a while and knew it before we ever even—and I need you inside me. Now.” Rory stood and tugged on Chance’s hand.

He didn’t need any more encouragement; Chance got off the couch and tore his gaze from his lover’s heart-melting eyes. He looked at Max and Bo who were watching intently.

With a sheepish grin, he shrugged his shoulders. The other two men grinned back.

“Go on, me and Bo here will be all right.” Max tipped his head towards Bo. “Might be best if we head over to the bunkhouse, play some poker if ya have a mind to.”

Bo’s eyes were lit with mischief. “Yeah, I have a feeling it’s gonna get noisy in here.” He stood and looked at Max. “Lead the way, buddy.”

Chance and Rory didn’t stay to watch them leave. Together they walked to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. The first kiss was tender and sweet—an exploration of their newly admitted love. Rory opened for Chance like a gift, soft lips parting to let Chance’s tongue sweep in and brush across the roof of his mouth.

The scent of Rory, man and soap with a hint of sweat, filled Chance’s senses as he twined his tongue with his lover’s. He gripped Rory’s hips, felt him tremble then Rory’s arms were wrapping around his shoulders, those big hands cupping his neck and the back of his head. Chance pulled Rory’s hips in and ground their cocks together, and the kiss went from sweet to scorching in a flash.

He stepped back and reached for Rory’s shirt, carefully unbuttoning it as his lover stood trembling before him. He pushed the shirt down Rory’s broad shoulders until it hung on his wrists. Chance trailed his fingers down Rory’s arms, the skittering breaths from the man making Chance’s cock throb with anticipation. The buttons that held the shirt on at the wrists were frustratingly smaller but Chance finally worked them free and tossed the shirt RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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aside.

He walked Rory backwards, stopping only when the bed hit the back of his knees. Rory sat and Chance kneeled down on the floor. He tugged off Rory’s boots and socks then unfastened his jeans.

“Lay back, baby.” Chance grabbed the sides of Rory’s waistband and briefs and pulled, heart beating a little faster when Rory lifted his hips up and his pretty cock was freed. He leant down and ran his tongue from the base of Rory’s cock to the spongy head, swiping over the leaking slit to lap up the glistening pre cum gathered there.

Rory groaned and reached for him but Chance stood up and finished stripping the jeans from his lover’s body. Rory was so perfect Chance thought his heart might just break from the beauty of him, but he wanted more. “Scoot up to the centre and spread out for me.”

Rory did as he asked, arms and legs spread wide and now it was Chance’s turn to feel like someone had kicked him in the diaphragm. Golden skin and chiseled muscle a god would envy was laid out before him, those dark blue eyes black with passion. Chance studied Rory, wanting to memorise every detail of this moment, from the top of his angelic blond head, to the proud, thick shaft tapping against his lover’s hard stomach. The heavy sac with