“What would you do if my brother needed a liver, and I wanted to save him? Or my aunt? Can you honestly say you’d let me face it alone?” Bo jostled Lucky for emphasis.
“No. But—”
“No buts. We’ll get by, tighten our belts a bit. Dan down at the club said I can work any weekends I want to.”
Lucky jumped back. “He said what?”
“He said I could tend bar or dance at the club if I wanted for extra money.” Bo shrugged. “I made pretty good tips, after all, though dancing got me a whole lot more than pouring drinks.”
Other men, seeing Bo nearly naked on a regular basis? “You said you didn’t like stripping in public, feeling like a piece of meat.”
“Yeah, but if it’s for a worthy cause.” Bo’s strained smile wouldn’t fool anyone. “Besides, lots goes on in the club we should know about, and me working a night here and there would keep old T-Rex alive and well for when I need him. Undercover operatives need to maintain personas we can resume if we have to.”
Lucky gave Bo a free pass on the textbook-speak. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Not to mention how bad it’d tear Lucky up inside for a bunch of no-account drunks to drool over Bo, fantasize taking him home. “Lots of hot men and temptation at a place like The Stallion. You might find someone… taller.” Richer. Less of a lowlife. Not an ex-con. Someone Bo could be proud of.
“We’ve gone over this. I wasn’t a virgin by a long shot when we met. I’ve been around enough to know my own mind.” Bo patted his chest and Lucky settled back into his favorite spot. “If you don’t know by now how much I love you, and that I’d do anything for you, then I reckon I’ll have to take the time to convince you.”
Time to lighten this heavy-assed conversation. “I’m real stubborn. Could take a lot of convincing.”
Bo’s chuckle rumbled in Lucky’s ear. “Oh, I know it will. Might even take the rest of my life.”
“You got that kind of time?”
“For you, I’ll make that kind of time.” Bo squirmed, getting comfortable. The hard-on Lucky hadn’t even noticed he’d sprung nudged against Bo’s thigh. And out came The Dimple. Hallelujah! “What say I take your mind off things?”
“I don’t know, Bo. Distracting me won’t be easy.”
“Want me to put my chaps on?”
Oh, hell yes.
Chapter Five
Bo tugged and pushed, positioning Lucky on his back with Bo half on and half off him, their erections sandwiched in between.
Oh yeah. Nice position. “That’s a good enough start.” No telling who moved first, and it didn’t really matter. Lips sealed together, they explored each other’s mouths, an adventure Lucky’d been deprived of for a few hours too long.
Tongue to tongue, body to body. The sweet music of desperate moans. Bo’s cock, his beautiful, perfect in every way cock, sliding against Lucky’s thigh. Heaven.
Bo wrapped his hand around Lucky’s answering hardness, broke the kiss, slithered down the bed to put his mouth to better use—and stopped.
“What’s the matter?” Lucky threaded his fingers through Bo’s hair. Not pushing. No. Thinking about it, but not pushing.
Bo placed his lips against Lucky’s belly and kissed his way back up to join their mouths.
“What the hell?” Lucky griped into the kiss.
“Tell you later.”
“Tell me now.”
“Not the time.” Bo’s kiss shut Lucky up.
Lucky’s cock seemed fine with a hand job, and when Bo squeezed and slid his hand up and down… Oh yeah. Now what was he disappointed about a minute ago?
And wasn’t he rude to lie back and let his lover do all the work? If tonight was hand job night, so be it. The extra skin on Bo’s erection made for some nice sliding, and judging by Bo’s quick gasp, he liked hand job night too.
Good Lord, could the man kiss. Deep and demanding one moment, then softening to a gentle tugging of teeth on Lucky’s lower lip the next, and abandoning Lucky’s mouth to swipe lips over Lucky’s cheek, his forehead, eyelids, nose.
