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

his lover’s face and the tension and fear boiling up inside of himself. “Please, if they come back—”

“I told you, they’ve only been gone a few minutes. It will be hours before they come back. And I am not walking away from this.” Annabelle’s voice held a stubborn streak that Rory knew only too well.

“You don’t know that! What if they have to turn back around for some reason? What then?” Rory wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to his sister because he’d been stupid enough to mess around with Art. Chance’s hand gripped Rory’s shoulder and pulled him around. Chance held his other hand out and gestured for the phone.

“Please, baby.” Chance’s eyes held so much tenderness that Rory felt his eyes stinging with tears.

“Annabelle, Chance wants to talk to you, okay?” Rory heard his sister’s swift intake of breath.

“He’s…Chance G, isn’t he? Your boss, Chance Galloway?”

Rory closed his eyes and nodded, whether to Chance or to the question he suddenly didn’t have the voice to answer. Art had obviously kept Chance’s pictures, too.

“Annabelle, this is Chance—” Rory watched Chance pale, though the man didn’t look surprised. “Yeah, the same one. Look, are you sure Art and your dad won’t be back soon?

Rory is very worried about you.”

Rory could hear his sister’s voice but he couldn’t make out her words. He kept his gaze locked with Chance’s as Chance listened to whatever it was Annabelle said.

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“Okay, why don’t you do this? Close everything up, slip out of there and back to your place, then call the police?” Chance’s hand slid from Rory’s shoulder to smooth up and down his back.

Rory was torn—his pride didn’t want anyone else knowing what had happened to him, but to let Art continue…it was unthinkable. His pride was nothing compared to what Art did to people. Rory stepped closer to Chance and wrapped his arm around his lover’s waist.

Chance reciprocated by pressing himself up against Rory’s chest.

“Yes, Annabelle, I would be willing to talk to the police.” Chance looked at Rory and arched his brow. Rory nodded, ignoring the knot of fear in his gut. “Rory will, too, though if we can keep him out of it—”

“No!” Rory shook his head so hard his neck popped. “We can do this, together.” He held Chance’s stare until his lover nodded.

“Yeah, he is a stubborn cuss, but I love him.” Chance chuckled briefly, his face lighting up with laughter as he looked at Rory. “Yes’ ma’am, I do, and I promise to take good care of him for you.” Chance winked and handed Rory the phone.

“Wow, he sounds like a sweetheart.” Annabelle said in a wistful voice. Rory snorted and rolled his eyes at Chance.

“He’s a lot of things, sis, but a sweetheart…“ Rory grinned as Chance pinked up with embarrassment. “Aw, you’re right, he is a sweetheart.” Rory hissed as Chance pinched his butt, hard. He narrowed his eyes at his lover and mouthed ‘payback’.

“You told him I called him a sweetheart? Rory, you ass!” Annabelle’s amused voice made Rory smile. “He’s gonna think I used that term just because he’s gay!”

Rory laughed and nuzzled Chance’s neck. “Did you?” Might as well tease his sister now before all the shit hit the fan.

“No! I said it because it’s true!”

Rory heard the door shut over the phone. “Are you out of there?”

“Yes, I am, and walking up the porch steps to the house right now.” The sound of a screen door slapping shut was carried over the call. “Look, seriously, Rory, I love you, okay?

And I’m sorry, but Art can’t get away with this; there was so many—” Annabelle’s breath hitched again.

“Hey, no, Annabelle, it’s all right.” And it would be, eventually. Rory had to believe that. “You’re right—he has to be stopped, so make that call and then call me back, okay? And RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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remember that I love you, too, yeah?”

“Okay, I will, to both.” Annabelle took another shuddering breath. “And I’m sorry—

sorry that Art hurt you, and that Daddy is a narrow-minded—”

“Shh! None of it’s your fault, sis, so don’t apologise. Do what needs to be done and call me back.”

“All right.”

Rory hung up the phone and just held Chance to him. He hoped he really was as strong as Chance and Annabelle thought he was.

“Oh fuck,” Rory moaned, his hips bucking as Chance swallowed his dick. He’d been close to a mess after the phone calls from Annabelle and a police detective by the name of Mark Maloney. Recounting his experience with Art and the blurry memories, what there were of them, of the night Art drugged him, had wrung Rory out. Chance had handled his Q

and A session so calmly Rory had felt a pinch of envy. Chance had pointed out that he’d had years to come to terms with it, whereas Rory hadn’t had much time at all.

Chance scraped his teeth lightly up Rory’s cock and Rory quit thinking about anything other than his lover’s mouth sucking him off like a pro. Quick flicks of Chance’s tongue had Rory crying out as his balls drew up tight. Two lube-slicked fingers slammed into his ass and every muscle in Rory’s body clenched as he came. Chance hummed his approval and slurped as he sucked and swallowed, working his fingers fast and hard to loosen Rory’s tight ring.

Rory dug his heels and fingers into the mattress, a keening noise ripping from his throat.

Chance let Rory’s softened cock slip from his lips and pulled his fingers out. Rory didn’t have time to catch his breath before his legs were bent, the tops of his thighs pressed nearly to his chest and Chance was sinking his prick so deep inside him that Rory thought he could taste the man. He tried to pry his fingers loosely from the sheets, but Chance was slamming into him, hitting his prostate with nearly every thrust and Rory couldn’t think,