“Take care of yourself, bro.” Day gave Lucky an enthusiastic hug and traipsed along after Jimmy out of the room.
“I’ll be in my office if you need me.” Walter gave the rookies his well-practiced, over-the-top-of-his-glasses glare. “You may continue working in your cubes.” Wow. Nicest “get the hell out of here” Lucky’d ever heard. The rookies shot out the door.
Walter closed the door behind him, leaving Lucky alone with Bo. Lucky strolled over to the window slowly, listening for Bo’s footsteps. In the distance, Stone Mountain kept watch over the city of Atlanta.
Once he’d walked up behind Bo here, put his arms around his man as Bo did now to Lucky. Lucky leaned back into the embrace.
“Hell of a time for you to have to leave. Can’t they reassign you back down here?” Tonight, Lucky wouldn’t fall asleep too soon. He might not be ready to run marathons, but he could… do something. Needed something. Before he exploded from lack of sex.
Bo brushed his lips against Lucky’s temple. “I have to. Gotta finish what we started. Then I’ll be home.”
And forevermore one of them would leave, and the other stay, tossing and turning at night and worrying, visualizing their lover’s face on the SNB memorial page.
“I don’t like you being gone all the time. Or me neither.” They’d done very little living together since deciding to live together.
“I know. But it’s only for a little while.”
“You can’t know that. Little whiles have a way of turning into big whiles.” Or really big whiles.
Bo ruffled Lucky’s hair with his sigh. “What can I do? I have a job. A case. You better than anyone should understand.”
“I understand and don’t like it. Is this how the rest of our lives will be? Always apart for some case or other.” Not the vision of picket-fence domestic bliss Bo claimed to want. “We’ve done our time. Nothing’s making us stay here.” They could find other jobs. Do something not requiring being shot at, or shot up.
“We’re good at what we do, and do we even know how to do anything else?”
Lucky did—mostly illegal stuff. “You got a college degree.”
“I could never go back into a pharmacy. You know that. And pharma companies wouldn’t be a good bet, either.”
No, they wouldn’t. Not with all the temptation they’d offer a recovering addict. “Just the same. I don’t like you being gone. I don’t like the dangerous work you do.”
Bo snorted. “And your work isn’t dangerous?”
“Not anymore, unless some overexcited rookie misses a target and shoots me. And being raised redneck taught me how to duck.” Bo wanted kids. Maybe Lucky did too. Wouldn’t be fair to bring a child into their unstable lives.
Bo answered with kisses on the back of Lucky’s neck. Lucky turned. Rising on his toes might hurt, so he stayed still, summoning Bo down to his height.
Bo opened his mouth for Lucky’s tongue, moaning when they connected. The scent of him, the feel of him in Lucky’s arms—oh God, he needed Bo now.
Anyone might walk in, but getting caught during an intimate moment didn’t matter. Lucky ran his fingers up Bo’s arms, resting his hands on Bo’s broad shoulders. So familiar, yet so new at the same time. Their moans mingled, vibrating through their joined tongues.
Lucky traced Bo’s jawline with his fingertips, the slightly crooked nose, a day’s worth of stubble adding interest. He stepped close enough to rub his cock against Bo’s leg through their pants.
Bo clutched him tighter, just shy of painful. A moment later pain couldn’t reach him, only Bo’s hand, climbing up under his shirt, knuckles teasing Lucky’s nipples.
The meeting of tongues and bodies continued. They shouldn’t be doing this here, but right now Lucky couldn’t remember why.
Bo pulled back, a bit breathless. “Let’s go home. It’s been too long.”
“I don’t know how much good I’ll be.” For Bo, Lucky would crawl through broken glass.
“All you gotta do is be there.”
Worked for Lucky.
He didn’t even have to stop by the cube to get his laptop, but he waited while Bo got his. Leaving his computer here gave him reason to sneak back into the office if needed. Together Lucky and Bo trudged down the hall to the elevator.
Lisa winked from behind the reception desk. “Good to have you back, guys.”
