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

in what had to be his version of hell just to make Bo feel secure. “There’s nice clubs, too. This is just a meat market.” Bo glanced around then watched as Annabelle tried to flag down a server. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look at Max as he confessed, “You do know places like this were my usual hangouts, right? That what you’ve seen, I’ve probably done.” A lot.

Max pulled Bo onto his lap. He cupped Bo’s jaw and stroked his fingers over Bo’s cheek. “I don’t care what you did, Bo, I only care what you do.”

The sincerity and love in Max’s dark eyes and in his voice seeped into Bo, wrapping around his heart, shattering his fears, chipping at his doubts. When Max looked at him like that, Bo could believe he deserved to be loved, and maybe, when he forgot it at times, he’d be able to remember this moment to help him feel worthy of Max.

And hadn’t Max ignored every other man here, unless he was snarling at them? The erection bumping at Bo’s butt was the first one Max had got since they entered this place.

“What more do you need, honey? Tell me, I’ll do it.”

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What more did he need? Coming to this club tonight had proven several things to Bo.

The first and most important he’d already noted. Max wasn’t interested in anyone else.

Second, Bo was able to walk into the place, so much like the club he’d been to in San Antonio, and not feel more than a small fissure of fear, at least not with Max and Annabelle at his sides. And finally, tonight had helped to bury one of Bo’s secret concerns—that he’d be tempted by the familiar environment and feel the urge to fall back into the role he used to play. Max wasn’t the only one who hadn’t noticed any other man.

“I want you to take me home and make love to me,” Bo whispered in Max’s ear,

nibbling on the sweet skin. Max shuddered beneath him as Bo licked and sucked on the sensitive spot right beneath his lobe. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

Max’s lips brushed over Bo’s cheek, his jaw, placing biting kisses up to his ear. His body tensed as Max whispered, “How ‘bout you make love to me?”

“Oh, God,” Bo whimpered. He ground his ass against Max’s hard length as he clutched at Max’s shoulders. “Yes, please!” Bo hadn’t got to top often and was pretty much fine with that, but he wanted to feel Max’s body clamping down on him more than he wanted to live another day. “Can we go home now?”

Max chuckled and nipped at his neck. “Thought you’d never ask.”

“I’m not going to get to finish my drink, am I?” Annabelle asked, sounding amused and grinning from ear to ear.

“‘Fraid not,” Max agreed. “Let’s go home.”

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Chapter Fifteen

The drive back to the ranch had been quiet, the tension in the cab of the truck palpable and thicker than wet cement. Max had been having second, third, and fourth thoughts about his words to Bo. He hadn’t even thought before he said it, just opened his mouth and out tumbled the desire he’d kept tucked away. Fear of the unknown had bound Max’s curiosity, but the need to share every part of himself with Bo unlocked Max’s desires and momentarily demolished his fears. By the time they pulled into the drive, Max was wound up tight and afraid he wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Despite the fact Bo obviously loved having Max’s cock in his ass, Max couldn’t see how he was going to be able to relax enough to enjoy Bo doing him.

On the other hand, he really, really wanted to know what it’d feel like to have Bo deep inside him. More than that, he wanted to do this for Bo, offer up his love and trust by offering his body. Bo would see it for the gift and commitment it was, he’d be careful, loving, patient—but Max was still scared spitless.

“We don’t have to,” Bo murmured. Max looked up and realised he’d stopped at the foot of the porch steps. His lover stood on the porch, watching him. Max couldn’t make out Bo’s features in the starless night, but he knew the understanding lacing Bo’s voice would be in the man’s expression as well. Max shrugged his shoulders, trying to roll away some of his anxiety.

“I want to, just nervous,” he confessed. “I don’t know if I can…if I’ll like it like you do, you know?”

Bo came down the steps and slid his arms around Max’s waist. He put his head on

Max’s shoulder and burrowed his lips and nose against Max’s neck, licking and sucking until a different kind of tension coiled in Max. “We don’t have to,” Bo repeated. “But if you want to try, I promise I’ll stop the second you tell me to if you hate it.”

The warm breath slicking over wet skin caused Max to shiver as he clutched at Bo’s chest. “Okay,” Max rasped, unable to say anything more when his whole body was vibrating with desire. Having Bo pressed up against him, that denim-clad cock rubbing against his own, was firing up every one of Max’s fantasies.

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Bo’s hands drifted down to Max’s ass and squeezed his cheeks. “Come on, then,” he said with a pat to Max’s butt. “Maybe Annabelle’s already asleep. She practically ran inside and went straight to her room.”

Max nodded and let Bo lead him into the bunkhouse.

“Do you want something to drink first?” Bo asked. “Some water, or maybe something stronger? A shot or two of whisky might help you relax.”

Now that they were inside, Max had no trouble making out the concern in Bo’s

expression. He shook his head and tipped his chin towards their room. “I don’t want any alcohol. Don’t want