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

an insult to you, just the whole ‘safety in numbers’ thing. I want this trip to a club to be as different from the last as possible.”

Max would see to it that it was. “Me, too. Let’s go see if Annabelle’s up for a night out.”

“You doing all right?”

Bo tried not to roll his eyes at Annabelle. He wasn’t very successful. “You and Max have asked me that at least half a dozen times, and we haven’t even walked in the door!”

Annabelle rolled her eyes back, and did it much more dramatically. Bo was going to have to get some pointers from this chick. “So what if we have? It just means we love you, and you didn’t answer my question.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling at Annabelle’s declaration chased off Bo’s jangling nerves. “I’m fine, really, now can we have some fun?”

“That’s the plan,” Max said, apparently willing to speak since Bo’s snark encounter with Annabelle had passed. Bo took Annabelle’s hand in his left one and wound his right arm around his lover’s hips. Max put his arm on Bo’s shoulders, his fingertips teasing over Bo’s biceps. Annabelle pulled open the door to The Xxchange, grinning as eardrum-splitting…well, Bo wouldn’t call it music, exactly. It was loud, and there was some kind of instruments involved, and someone was screeching—

“Oh!” Annabelle squealed and clapped her hands. “Soluble Mass Exodus is playing! I love Soluble Mass Exodus! Come on!”

Max looked as stunned by Annabelle’s behaviour as Bo felt. They entered the club behind her, and Max went from stunned to outright shocked, if Bo was reading his expression right, and he thought he was. He glanced in the direction Max was staring. Yup, it was definitely the kind of club Bo used to hang out in. There were three men not ten feet away, one man was kneeling, his head bobbing rhythmically, his right arm jerking his own MILES TO GO

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cock. The guy getting blown wasn’t good for much of anything just then, moaning and thrashing his head, his hips stuttering. The third man was doing his very best to rub off on the second man’s hip. All in all, a scene Bo had not only viewed several times, but also participated in.

Bo looked away from the free porn—he’d seen better, and he had someone more

interesting and sexy to look at now anyway. Max didn’t look turned on by the display at all.

Both his expression and his cock showed disinterest in the trio. Max shook his head and turned to Bo.

“Are you sure this is where you want to be tonight?” Max tipped his thumb at the now cummy three men. “‘Cause I got to tell you, that don’t do a thing for me. We got what, three feet in the door and I done seen more mens’ cocks than I ever have in my life, and a live sex show. I am not impressed. I told you, you’re the only person that turns me on, honey.”

Bo opened his mouth to respond only to be cut off.

“Oh, God, how could you not think that was hot?” Annabelle fanned her flushed

cheeks. “I mean, granted, that guy kneeling is kinda not all that, and the guy he was blowing has a really small dick, but—”

“Jesus, Annabelle!” Max grabbed her arm and jerked her behind his back. The look he shot Bo was filled with more than a little guilt. Bo felt bad for forgetting she was with them for a few minutes, but as for what she’d seen… Annabelle was an adult, she’d obviously enjoyed it. No reason to feel guilty for that in his book, though he knew he was going to have a hard time convincing Max to agree.

Annabelle snatched her arm back and glared at Max for a moment. Her expression

softened suddenly, her lips tipping up in a slight smile. She patted Max’s shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which caused a pretty red tint to spread up from Max’s neck to his forehead.

“Max, you’re the one who isn’t used to this stuff. I’ve seen it before.” Annabelle patted his shoulder once more then walked right past him into the heart of the club. She stopped and turned towards them, crooking a finger.

“I think she’s not quite the vestal virgin you thought she was,” Bo said next to Max’s ear. “And you may be ready to go, and I might be too, but she isn’t, and I don’t think we’re going to get her out of here any time soon.”

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“But—” Max stopped and straightened his shoulders as he stared at Annabelle. “I

thought you said this was a gay club?” Bo’s hand was taken and he was half-dragged towards Annabelle.

“It is. I mean, there’s lesbians, too, and some bi’s—oh.” And there were several of both, Bo figured, checking Annabelle out thoroughly. “Let’s get a table.” Bo hooked his arm through Annabelle’s and the three of them began working through gyrating bodies towards the bar and tables. Max swore soundly on more than one occasion, and pried off a determined dark-haired little twink—cute boy, tenacious, though.

Bo ended up leaning over and threatening to thrash the kid, who then suggested a threesome. He followed them to the table. Max looked like he was ready to strangle the twink with his long black hair.

“Look,” the kid pleaded. “I’m open to a threesome, I just can’t, uh, she’d have to be in the other room or something.”

Annabelle sidled up to the poor pretty young thing and licked her lips as she dragged her gaze over him. Her method of getting rid of him worked better than Bo’s or Max’s.

“Son of a bitch grabbed my dick,” Max snarled, “and my ass, and he wasn’t the only one. I’m almost scared to try to leave. You get groped? Is that normal for a place… Guess it is for clubs like this, huh?”

Bo grinned at Max’s obvious discomfort. Sweet man, putting himself