Thoughts lurked in the back of Lucky’s mind: Bo staking his claim with Lucky’s old lover in town.
Bo needn’t worry. No one could come close to him—oh, dear lord! Right there. Right… there!
He had Lucky, now and forever, mind, body, soul, and… Oh, God! Lucky closed his eyes, face going slack under the onslaught of pleasure.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Bo growled, more statement than question.
“Yes.” Lucky tightened his hold, ramming his hips up to meet Bo’s strokes. “And you’re mine.”
“Only yours,” Bo ground out on a harsh breath.
“Mine to kiss, mine to love, mine to fuck.” Lucky hovered on the edge, ready to plunge off the cliff.
“Oh, yeah. Yours. And you’re mine to fuck, only mine, no one else’s.” Bo’s rhythm faltered, his breathing erratic. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” He threw back his head, eyes closed, muscles tense.
Lucky tightened around him, urging him to move faster, harder. “I’m close.”
He reached between them, grabbed his bobbing cock, and pumped furiously. Oh, damn! Oh, damn! “Ahhhh!” Lucky bowed up, shooting jets of come onto his belly while Bo’s filled him.
Bo swooped down, sealing their mouths together. He invaded, nothing tender in the way he plundered Lucky’s mouth with his tongue. They stayed joined, Bo murmuring, “Love you. Love you so much,” against Lucky’s lips.
If all this was to reassure himself of his place in Lucky’s life, he needn’t have bothered. Lucky had all he wanted, all he needed, in Bo.
Bo stared down at him, brown eyes dark.
Lucky swept back a lock of Bo’s hair with his fingertip, to better see Bo’s eyes. “I love you. I always will.”
Bo finally softened, slipped free of Lucky’s body, and squirmed into position, head on Lucky’s chest. “Even though Victor’s back?”
How could Lucky answer? He lifted Bo’s chin until their eyes met so Bo could see the truth there. “Victor who?”
Chapter Twenty-seven
“I’ll go with you if you want me to.” Bo wrapped his arms around Lucky from behind and planted a kiss on his ear.
Lucky stood at the front door, hand on the doorknob. “I know, but I think I need to do this myself.”
He took Bo’s lack of a reply as agreement. Yes, he needed to do this alone. He’d created the problem, he’d figure out an answer.
With another kiss from Bo, Lucky steeled his resolve and marched out to meet his fate.
The drive across town gave him way too much time to think.
He’d dropped Ty off with his former landlady, a woman Ty barely knew, and left, not really explaining why. Not that he could.
All his life he’d been keeping secrets from his nearest and dearest.
Safer for them that way. Or was it? He’d certainly like to know of any potential threats, but he could only share so much information about his job.
His body ached from getting tossed around in what little remained of Bo’s Durango. Bo might forgive him for the loss of the vehicle one day, after a few million blowjobs and twice as many turns doing dishes.
Getting roughed up in the truck, having a gun pulled on him—again—and having to confront his former lover paled in comparison with what might be waiting ahead.
His nephew’s disapproval.
Lucky pulled up to the curb in front of the duplex he used to call home, him renting one half and Mrs. Griggs living in the other.
He could get out, but then she’d want to introduce him to every single cat by name, and he needed to get Ty home to do homework. After being ditched with a woman who took cat lady to new heights, the kid might not speak to him again.
