Bo dragged two lounge chairs up near the fire. They sat in the chairs, holding hands, watching the flames getting smaller and smaller.
“Happy now?” Bo brought their joined hands up to his mouth and kissed Lucky’s knuckles.
“Not there yet, but close.”
Bo’s eyes shone by the light of the dying embers and the security light Lucky installed before they moved in. Nice out here this time of evening. He’d take Bo back to the store and grin and nod while he picked out some patio furniture.
Later.
Bo forced his tongue between two of Lucky’s fingers.
Much later.
If he’d been made a bit taller, a bit stockier—with longer arms—he’d have Bo over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and hauling ass for the bedroom. Hell, he could get Bo over his shoulder, but Bo’s height meant he’d drag.
But then someone had to go and whack a hole in Lucky’s side, putting his dragging men days on hold for a while. Racing wasn’t happening. Lucky settled for a fast shuffle.
Bo paused long enough to put out the fire and still beat Lucky into the house and got bathwater running. Lucky let Moose and Cat Lucky in, fed them, and locked up for the night.
A hot bath and a little one-on-one time… Lucky ambled down the hall and strode into the bedroom, a single thing on his mind.
Bo met him at the bathroom door.
Suddenly the candles he’d laid out and scented oils he’d bought to give Bo a massage fell down on Lucky’s priority list.
Bo said, “I’m glad you’re feeling bet—”
Lucky body slammed his lover against the nearest wall and proceeded to squeeze any air out from between their bodies.
Breathing. Highly overrated.
Lucky sealed his mouth to Bo’s, cutting off his protest by deepening the kiss. No doctor’s orders, no worries about “Is it too soon?” or anything else would stop him or even slow him down. Hands up the front of Bo’s shirt, Lucky ran his fingers through a light covering of chest hair and swallowed Bo’s gasp of surprise.
Carefully, so as not to make Bo feel trapped or restrained, he raised their hands over his head, skimmed his fingers down Bo’s arms, and broke the kiss long enough to yank Bo’s shirt up and off. The heat in Bo’s eyes might melt him, but what a way to go.
Bo got with the program, returning the favor, shirt-wise. They both toed off their shoes. Hands. Everywhere at once. Removing jeans, palming a butt cheek, running up firm abs, or in Lucky’s case, Bo running a gentle finger near Lucky’s scar, not getting too close.
Lucky turned Bo around to stand spread-eagled. Damn, but he looked good against a wall. Lucky rose on his toes, softly biting the spot where shoulder and neck came together. Bo moaned. One of many lustful sounds he’d make tonight.
Working his way down Bo’s back, kneading, licking, biting, sucking, Lucky reacquainted himself with the hottest man he’d ever met. Bo’s running showed in his muscles, firm and cut enough to stand out, stopping short of being bulky.
Lucky kissed every freckle and ended up on his knees, fondling the wonderful fullness of Bo’s glutes, biting, stroking. He reached lower to play with Bo’s balls and ran a hand upward. Oh yeah. Fully hard.
His probing finger met little resistance and a whole lot of ready to go. Wow, Bo’d prepped fast! Lucky groaned, resting his head on Bo’s ass. Bo. Ready. Now. Maybe he’d missed their loving as much as Lucky had.
Bo bucked back, rocking Lucky’s head, jarring him from his fight for control.
Lucky rose, rubbing his hand where he’d rested his head. Bo spread his legs wider, bringing him down to the perfect height.
Lucky positioned himself and slid inside, imagining Bo’s preparations. Lube. The toy from the bedside drawer. Oh, man. And he hadn’t gotten to watch.
But this beat any toy: slick, hot, home. Bo pushed back, establishing a rhythm. No barriers between them now or ever again. Lucky kissed Bo’s back, sliding in and out, reaching around to work Bo’s cock to the rhythm of their thrusts.
Nothing existed but the two of them, the scent of Bo and sex, their breathing, the slap of flesh against flesh. But no. Too hard. Too fast.
Withdrawing nearly killed him.
“Wha…” Bo glanced back over his shoulder.
