“Bo?”
Hands on him, slamming him face-first against a brick wall. “Oof!” A tight grip on his wrist forced his arm up, and a muscled chest against his upper back kept him firmly in place.
“What the fuck?” Just wait until he got loose!
Snick.Cold metal bit his wrist. He struggled, but his assailant held tight. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why had he let his guard down?
Metal clicked around his other wrist. Two sets of handcuffs. The guy somehow fastened the cuffs over his head and to the side, keeping him stretched out.
He felt for the nails holding the cuffs. One quick jerk and he’d be free. Either he dealt with total incompetence, or the person didn’t want him too tied up.
Warm breath caressed his ear. “You’re under arrest. You have the right to scream my name. Anything you say can and will be used to get you off.”
Oh God. Bo. Trapping him, helpless, in an alley. Bringing Lucky’s fantasies to reality, along with Bo’s kink for outdoors sex. He’d neglected Bo terribly.
“You don’t like restraints.” Call him a killjoy, but his pleasure at Bo’s expense wouldn’t work. Man, Bo was really getting into this handcuff thing. Should Lucky be worried?
“I’m okay.” Bo chuckled. “In fact, I like having you at my mercy. And you like it, right?”
“Run your hands down the front of my jeans and you wouldn’t have to ask.” Lucky pushed into Bo’s palm when he took Lucky up on his suggestion.
This time, Bo barked a full-blown laugh. “You might like it some, I reckon.”
The time for laughter ended. Bo grabbed Lucky’s T-shirt by the shoulders and yanked.
Riiiip!Was this Bo’s way of getting rid of any of Lucky’s shirts he didn’t like? “Oh, hell yeah,” Lucky cried out. “Give it to me rough.” If Bo kept ripping up his shirts, he’d soon be forced to wear the official SNB uniform, ‘cause he’d have nothing else left.
Which might be the plan.
Bo traced his tongue up the shell of Lucky’s ear. “Have I ever denied you anything?”
“No.” Not exactly true. “Well, except for caffeine, sugar, and bacon.”
“I think we’ve already established that sex is better than bacon.” Bo proved his point, snaking a hand around Lucky’s body, fingers splayed, searing wherever he caressed.
One million years. Two million. Lucky would never get tired of Bo’s touch.
Yes, sex with Bo beat the hell out of bacon.
Plastering himself to Lucky’s back, Bo put his hand to good use, inching his fingers down to undo Lucky’s jeans and slide the denim down.
Cool air brushed Lucky’s bare ass.
For a moment only.
Even the pounding rhythm from the club didn’t mask theZzzzzip!of Bo’s zipper. He breached Lucky’s opening with slick fingers, working him, loosening him.
Lucky gave up on wondering how Bo magically conjured lube during sex and simply rolled with it. Chalk another thing up to Bo’s efficiency.
Felt too good to question.
Theriiiiiipof tearing cellophane got his attention. Why? They’d been through this.
Oh well, this was Bo’s fantasy too.
Warm lips on his neck. A hand grasping his hip. Bo sliding the head of his cock in the cleft of Lucky’s ass, pushing, pushing. Nothing else mattered but Bo against his back.
In. Barely. Bo held still, panting against Lucky’s neck. “You okay?”
