“Why are you doing it?”
“Because I can and I want to.”Because it gives me something to do to keep my mind off Bristol, and it’s about time I started treating you right.
But no. Bo ran when he most needed a hug, didn’t let Lucky help shoulder the burden. He wouldn’t do the same to Bo. “I’m worried. About you, the family. Gut instinct tells me we’re dealing with something much bigger than we ever imagined.”
Bristol tried to kill Lucky. Had Lucky’s powerful friends played judge and jury?
“You know I’m not at liberty to give you details of my case, but yes, I agree with you.” Bo stood by the couch, socks and boxers dangling from his hands.
Lucky steadied himself with a hand on Bo’s arm and wriggled off the couch. “I don’t want you going back there.”
“I have to.” Bo leaned down, pressing his forehead to Lucky’s.
Lucky nodded. “I know you do. But I don’t have to like it. And I can’t stop worrying.”
“I’ve gotten to know the crew at the Virginia office. They’re good agents.” One side of Bo’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “Not as good as you, but they have my back, and I have theirs. Not only do I have a case to solve, I have teammates I can’t let down.”
Oh hell. “You’re not planning on staying there after this is over, are you?” Surely Bo wouldn’t take the offer to turn his temporary assignment into a permanent one, as Walter had mentioned.
“No. My life is here. With you. And I’m doing all I can to put the pieces together and come home. Where I belong.” Bo sealed his words with his lips over Lucky’s.
Lucky’s throat burned. He blinked suddenly blurry eyes and ran his hand over Bo’s lightly stubbled cheek. “I—” No, words wouldn’t do. He’d have to show Bo how much he wanted him, needed him.
Loved him.
He rubbed his lips against Bo’s and trudged into the bathroom. Bending to start the water wasn’t too much of a problem, but lifting his arms over his head to remove his T-shirt still sent a twinge through the incision site.
“Here. Allow me.” Bo rescued him from himself, making short work of the shirt. He’d already stripped off his own clothes, cheating Lucky out of the chance. No use grumbling. Not with a naked Bo around.
Lucky ran his hand over Bo’s ass and laid his head on Bo’s chest. The scent of him, the scratch of his chest hair against Lucky’s face, the bunching of muscles beneath Lucky’s fingertips. He’d never get enough of this man.
He turned the water off and arranged himself on the side of the tub—no getting his incision wet yet. Bo lowered himself into the water.
Lucky explored his lover’s face with caresses and kisses. Sucked on an earlobe and the sensitive meeting point of Bo’s shoulder and neck.
Bo moaned, but didn’t stop him. Lucky carried on, nibbling on Bo’s shoulders, working his way down to lightly bite the peaks of Bo’s nipples. Lower, and lower still, but the parts he wanted remained out of reach.
“Sit on the side,” Lucky urged.
Bo did as told without arguing.
Lucky turned off the water and got on his knees in the tub, with the water up to his thighs. He licked a path from Bo’s knees to his groin, pausing to discreetly scrub a hair off his tongue. And still Bo didn’t stop him. He tongued Bo’s balls. Damn, what a cock, hard and full, just the way Lucky liked.
“You don’t have to do any more,” Bo murmured.
“Yes, I do.” Lucky lowered Bo’s foreskin and licked the head of his lover’s cock. A single drop of fluid coated his tongue. Poor, neglected man. While Lucky had been in pain and unable to have sex, Bo had been healthy and doing without, with not a single word of complaint.
He didn’t hurry, but took his time, pouring all he couldn’t say into the careful reverence of Bo’s erection, using his mouth, his hands, his breath.
Bo bit his lips and rocked, but didn’t thrust, grasping the side of the tub in a white-knuckled grip.
Lucky swiped his tongue around the sensitive glans, down the side, leaving no part of Bo’s flesh uncared for. Up and down he bobbed, the water sloshing around his thighs.
Bo fell back against the wall and gripped the towel bar above his head.
Lucky stroked himself.
Eyes closed, head thrown back, Bo released the bar to cradle the back of Lucky’s head and silently urge him on.
