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

Chance sucked the tip into his mouth, trying to gather every bit of the slightly salty liquid.

“Chance, oh shit!” Rory’s hands knocked off Chance’s hat and buried into his hair, gripping almost painfully.

Chance nodded and let Rory take control, fucking into Chance’s mouth in shallow strokes at first. Chance reached down and worked at his own belt and jeans, moaning when he freed his prick and the pressure on that tender skin let up.

Rory began pumping his hips faster, his strokes deepening though not reaching Chance’s throat.

When Chance felt Rory’s body tensing up and his thrusts becoming erratic, he grabbed Rory’s hands and tugged. Rory let go and grumbled when Chance let Rory’s dick slip from his mouth with a slurping noise. Chance rose, pressing his body hard against his lover’s. He RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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went to work a hand between them. Rory must have had the same idea, because their fingers tangled together before they worked it out, their hands gripping and holding their dicks together. The found a smooth, easy rhythm and Rory’s other hand latched on to the back of Chance’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss that felt like more teeth than tongue.

Rory’s palm swiped over the head of their cocks and Chance felt his balls snug close to his body. He broke their kiss and brought his other hand up under Rory’s shirt to tug at his lover’s nipple ring. A couple of twists and Rory was groaning as wet heat splashed between them. Rory’s hand faltered and Chance let go of the nipple ring long enough to clasp both hands to Rory’s and encourage him to stroke.

A quick pump and Chance was trying not to yell, trying to remember not to spook the horses or cattle as his cock pulsed and bursts of semen erupted, mixing with Rory’s.

A snort and a nicker caught their attention. Rory and Chance turned their heads and found Rama and Zeus looking at them.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to put on a show.” Chance stepped back and did the best he could to get the spunk off of him before tucking his parts back in his jeans.

“I feel like a perv,” Rory muttered, swiping at the sticky mess on his clothes and skin.

Chance peeked over his shoulder then couldn’t bite back his grin as he faced Rory again. “Well, if that makes you feel like a perv, you sure don’t want to look up.”

Of course, Rory’s head shot up. “What do you—oh fuck!”

Chance snickered as Rory’s eyes widened. Yes, sometimes cattle were curious critters.

He turned around and reached out to a particularly inquisitive heifer, careful not to let her slobber all over his hand.

“Go on, now, before you embarrass my partner to death!” Chance gently shooed the cattle back before facing Rory again. “Feel better now? Less perv-y?”

Rory gave him a considering look. “I’ve decided that I’m not the perv here.”

“Oh really?” Chance worked his eyebrow up as far as he could get it. “Because you could have said no at any time.”

“Yeah, right!” Rory rolled his eyes as he finished buckling his belt. “Like I could—or would—ever say no to you!” He walked over and slapped Chance on the ass. “I meant the cattle and our not-so-noble steeds were the pervs.”

Chance rubbed his butt cheek and considered whether he should get revenge now or later. “Definitely later.” When he had his man naked and pleading beneath him.

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“Definitely later what?” Rory stopped and looked at him.

The only answer Chance gave him was a slow smile that had his lover drawing a stuttering breath.

“Oh. Later.” Rory gave Chance a slow smile of his own. “I look forward to ‘definitely later’. And if you want it to be definitely sooner, you can hang around and help me finish up here.”

“Sounds like a plan.” A very excellent plan since they would be having a guest for dinner and he had promised they would behave. Mostly.

Chance swung up in to the saddle and grinned as he took in his land and cattle. Those things made him happy, but they couldn’t compare to the man riding by his side. Rory flashed him a bright smile, and Chance knew that nothing or no one ever would.

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Epilogue

Rory took a few minutes to watch Chance as his lover herded the cattle into the pasture.

The man was pure magic on horseback, all long, sleek muscle that moved with the powerful horse as if the animal was an extension of himself. Rory had plenty of time to admire Chance’s moves—ever since the day Chance had sought him out in the North pasture, Chance spent at least part of each day working with him.

He’d learned a lot watching his lover, the main thing being that Chance was an honest, hard-working man with many admirable qualities. Rory had thought it impossible to feel any stronger for the man than he did, but he’d been proven wrong, day after day.

Max’s voice shattered the tranquil moment. “Rory, tell Chance to pick up his damn handset!”

Rory jerked his off his belt and pressed the button down. “Something wrong, Max?

Chance is finishing up moving the cattle.”

Max didn’t even bother to try to hide his snort of laughter. “Ain’t nothing wrong, just got somebody here wanting a job—and Chance might be done faster if ye’d stop gawking at the man and help him!”

Now how the hell did Max know he was gawking? “Max, I am not—”

“Sure ya are! Seen ya do it often enough. Or he’s gawking while you’re working. Takes twice as long for the two of ye to get anything done.” The teasing note in Max’s voice took the sting from his words.

“Well, do you blame me for gawking?” Rory let his gaze settle back on his lover.

“I ain’t getting into that, boy.” Max laughed.

Rory heard a voice in the background but couldn’t make out what was being said.

Whoever their want-to-be employee was, he just