Bo’s attempt at innocent-face missed the target completely.
Oh, that was the way of things, huh? Rett and Bo conspiring?
Wait. Conspiring to give Bo and Lucky time in the empty house. Right. He owed them.
Rett traipsed to the nearly-vibrating door and knocked. He couldn’t hear what she said when the door opened, but her kid’s voice couldn’t be missed as he dragged Todd out of the room by the hand. “C’mon! We’re gonna do something we all can do!”
The most animated Lucky’d ever seen the little guy.
Todd gave a half smile and knelt to ruffle Rone’s hair. “All right. If you insist.”
Ty turned off the music and trotted out of the room, surprisingly cooperative, though he waved to Bo and not Lucky.
“We’ll be back in…” Rett glanced at her cell phone and gave him another wink. “Four hours. Give or take.”
Lucky’s heart hammered. “Umm… thanks?”
“Don’t mention it.” She herded the boys out the door, her son two steps behind Todd.
Well, that was subtle.
Not.
Oof!
Bo slammed Lucky against the wall before Rett’s Jeep left the driveway. “I’ve missed you so damned bad.” Grasping Lucky’s T-shirt, he pulled, ripping the thin material. He latched his mouth onto Lucky’s neck, tracing Lucky’s abs with one hand.
“How much did this alone time cost you?” Lucky mumbled against the side of Bo’s head.
“Twenty bucks each for Ty and Todd. And she’ll fight me, but I’ll pay Loretta back for anything she spends on them.”
Lucky pulled back and glowered. “What the—”
Bo clapped a hand over Lucky’s mouth. “A bargain,” he hissed, resuming his attack.
Lucky would have paid one hell of a lot more. He collapsed against the wall, not thinking, just feeling.
God, but Bo felt good.
Only then did Lucky notice the drawn blinds, the absence of cat and dog.
Alone. He had Bo alone. For the first time in too damned long.
Thanks to Bo’s planning.
Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, groin to groin, arms lowered by their sides, palms together and fingers laced.
Bo traced his tongue over Lucky’s mouth, sucked in the bottom lip, and tugged gently with his teeth. Lightning struck. Lucky’s suddenly wobbly knees threatened to drop him to the floor. How, after all these years, could Bo still give him fluttery feelings deep inside? He’d never believed in love, not for himself.
Maybe for others. Or maybe not.
They’d been through hell and back, and yet here they were. They’d beaten the odds, redeemed their pasts, built a home and careers. Created a life together from the ashes of their former selves.
He loved Bo more than life itself.
He opened his mouth, upping the ante, and twined his tongue with Bo’s.
Oh, God. The heat. Nothing else existed. Just him and the best thing to ever happen to him. Lucky pulled back, drinking in the sight of his lover.
