Bo withdrew, turned Lucky half on his side, and slid back in. Deep. So deep. He grunted as he shoved in. “You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you forever.”
“I’d let you,” Lucky ground out between clenched teeth. Too much, too much. The cuffs bit into his wrists, but he couldn’t give a happy damn. His nerves were alive, muscles tightening and pressure building deep inside. He turned his head and studied Bo’s face, the intense concentration, the sweat droplets sliding down his forehead.
The muscles flexing in his arms.
Half on his side, Lucky couldn’t move very well to speed the pace, and his cock might explode in a bad way if he didn’t get some friction, and soon.
Bo quickened the pace, moving in and out with jerky thrusts. “Ah, ah, ah,” he moaned. He buried himself in Lucky’s body, completely rigid, full bottom lip sucked into his mouth.
No! Not yet! Lucky still needed—
His orgasm blindsided him, slamming into him without warning. He shouted, “Bo!” and curled more fully onto his side, shooting across the floor without being touched. Again and again he shot, muscles trembling.
He didn’t rightly know when Bo sank down behind him, still inside, and wrapped an arm around him.
The hard floor was nearly unbearable now, along with the stress on his wrists. Without a word Bo slipped from his body, rose, and unfastened the cuffs, rubbing Lucky’s chafed wrists and placing a gentle kiss on each.
“Come on,” he said, holding out a hand.
Lucky latched on to Bo’s fingers. “Where are we going?”
“To soak in the Jacuzzi.” He glanced at the clock. “We’ve got three more hours and some change and I intend to make the most of every minute.”
***
“It was so cool!” Todd gushed, twirling spaghetti around his fork at the dinner table. “The special effects were awesome.” Tall, lanky, and with an intense focus whenever he spoke to someone, he’d likely turn heads at college.
Lucky struggled to find a comfortable position on the hard wooden chair, his ass being delightfully sore from an afternoon with Bo. The house should have smelled of tomato sauce, and not the floral air spray Lucky used to hopefully mask the scent of what he and Bo spent the afternoon doing.
He’d never look at the spot near the coffee table the same way again.
Bo sniffed the air and cocked a brow at Lucky. How did one hairy arch sayDid you have to use the whole damned can?
Ty sat across from his brother, Bo and Lucky on either side, arms folded across his chest and scowling. “It was lame.”
Todd shot his younger brother what might one day be a pretty convincing go-to-Hell look. “That’s not what you told Rett.”
If anything, Ty scowled harder. “I don’t want spaghetti.”
Lucky bit back the “eat it or wear it” retort his mother often used. Of course, with three brothers and a sister, not to mention other assorted relatives and stray neighbors stopping by, if he didn’t eat, and fast, he lost his meal to wandering forks when his parents weren’t looking.
Bo responded quietly, “What would you rather have?”
“Anything but this.” Had to be one serious snit to keep the kid’s fork out of his food. Normally he put away twice the carbs Lucky could manage in one sitting.
“Did you know that spaghetti was one of the first things I learned to cook?” Bo didn’t seem fazed in the least by teenaged attitude. “I used to watch cooking shows, tried to make whatever they showed.” He wrinkled his nose. “Let’s just say my earlier efforts didn’t quite come out as planned.”
Ty’s expression didn’t change. Well, damn. It finally happened. At the tender age of sixteen his face had finally frozen that way from overuse.
Moose let out a whine, wasting his best hungry puppy eyes on someone refusing to look.
Todd perked up. “Would you teach me to cook, Uncle Bo?”
Uncle Bo. Uncle Lucky. Damned if Lucky hadn’t gone and gotten all domesticated.
“Sure.” Bo gave Todd a smile that made Lucky’s insides quiver. “I’d be happy to. I taught my brother. I tried to cook dinner every night so my aunt didn’t have to.”
“Why not?” Ty asked.
