The dog wagged his entire body, brandishing his prize in his teeth. Lucky lunged. He could replace shirts, but the belt made one hell of an expensive chew toy.
Bo grabbed Lucky’s arm. “Let him have it.” He knocked Lucky over onto the floor and climbed on top, wrestling Lucky’s T-shirt off. One moment he straddled Lucky, fumbling to open his blue jeans, the next…
A white blur hit with all the force of a Mack truck.
“Ack!” Over Bo went.
Lucky took advantage of the distraction to grab the belt. “Here, Moose, fetch!” He tossed the belt, which landed in front of the hall, cutting off their escape to the bedroom.
Bo and Lucky faced each other, Lucky on his knees, Bo on his back. As one they exclaimed, “Garage!” and hauled ass through the kitchen and out the door.
Lucky barely got the door shut when a ninety-pound dog missile hit the barrier. “Now, where were we?” He tuned out the insistent whining and the smell of oil and gas, to focus his full attention on Bo.
His partner perused the area, a slow smile spreading across his lips, igniting The Dimple. “Mechanic and Businessman?”
“Sounds good to me!”
Bo wriggled out of his jeans and boxers in record time, and parked his magnificent bubble butt on the weight bench in the corner.
Oh, hell yeah.Lucky strapped on his tool belt. “What seems to be the problem?”
“I’m having a bit of trouble here.” Bo leaned back and dropped his legs open. A drop of fluid clung to the tip of his erection.
“Oh, rod trouble.”
Bo nodded.
“I can help you out there.” Lucky dropped back to his knees, scrabbling to open his jeans and free his cock. “Oh fuck.” He’d have to go back into the house after all.
“Check the saddlebags,” Bo said, running his hand up and down his shaft.
The saddlebags? Lucky leapt toward the Harley and tore through the saddlebags, in search of… “Got ‘em!” He crawled back to Bo, releasing his painfully cramped cock on the way. Apply a condom, slather with lube…
And lock his lips to Bo’s. Bo arched, meeting him halfway. Lucky aimed the tip of one hell of a hard-on at where he’d most like it to be, sliding up and down, slicking the way. Damned tool belt stopped him. Lucky did some rearranging and tried again.
Wearing nothing but socks, Bo slid farther down the bench, giving Lucky more access.
Best gift Lucky’d ever gotten. He slipped in a mere inch, only to pull back and push in a tiny bit more. Advance, retreat, advance, retreat.
“Stop teasing and fuck me like you mean it.” Bo wrapped his legs around Lucky’s thighs and pulled.
The man getting all forceful? Yeah, buddy! “This here’s Lucklighter’s Garage. I call the shots.”
“Ever hear of ‘the customer is always right’?” Bo forced out between grunts as Lucky worked his way farther inside.
Lucky’s rhythm never faltered. “Pushy businessman, ain’t ya?”
“The pushiest. Now shut up and fuck.”
Sounded like a plan. Lucky buried his cock in a smooth glide.
Bo sucked air through his teeth, eyes scrunched closed.
Lucky stilled.
Bo cracked open one eye. “I thought I told you…”
Lucky grasped Bo’s thighs and pulled him back, angling high and using his leverage to full advantage. “Oh, God, yeah!”
