“Not yet. I didn’t know what to say. She’s just moved, is looking for a job, taking online classes, and stressing over the pregnancy thing.” Or lack thereof. Not to mention the screwed up Lucklighter clan and her oldest son leaving for college. Probably better she’d left the house for a while this evening. Maybe she’d make a lot of friends and actually like Atlanta. God, Lucky hoped so. He’d hate to have her living far away again. “I didn’t want to put any more on her shoulders without facts.”
Something occurred to Lucky. “The other day when I went running, Ty joined me. He didn’t say much, something about his coach wanting him to build stamina. Reckon he wanted to tell me then and chickened out?”
“Maybe.” Bo took advantage of Lucky’s lowered voice and came closer, rubbing his hands up and down Lucky’s back, muscles bunched for a quick retreat, if needed. Yes, he’d learned. But him knowing Lucky so well meant he also knew Lucky wouldn’t put up much effort to pull away. “Whatever you do, don’t accuse him. Keep him talking. Let him know he can tell you anything. And Lucky?”
“Yeah?”
Bo brushed a kiss over Lucky’s forehead, for Lucky, a reminder of their difference in height—and possibly their positions at work. He’d recognized Bo as upwardly mobile the moment they’d met. That he’d been right shouldn’t come as a surprise.
“We’ve got this. Just like we’ve got everything else in our lives. Nothing can happen that we can’t handle. Got that?” Bo gave Lucky a gentle shake for emphasis.
Easier said than done.
“Oh. One more thing.” Bo drew back until their gazes met, though in the near darkness the rich color of Bo’s eyes remained hidden.
Oh shit.One more thingalmost always came before bad news. “What?”
“If you can’t sleep because you’re worried about something, you’re supposed to wake me up.”
“But you need sleep.” If Bo only knew how many times Lucky came out here on the deck to keep from waking the others while he let life in general eat at him.
“And you don’t? You should know by now not to try to handle every damned problem by yourself. We don’t work like that.” Bo planted another kiss on Lucky’s forehead and retreated to the door. “Now, c’mon. We still have a few hours before we have to get up.”
He took Lucky’s hand, tiptoeing past Charlotte’s and Ty’s rooms and into their own bedroom. A street light shone through the blinds, creating a pattern of stripes on the bed.
Bo stripped off the sweatpants he’d taken to wearing at night if venturing from their room, while Lucky stepped out of yesterday’s jeans he’d found discarded on the floor.
They’d lived together over a year and Bo still hadn’t managed to get Lucky to use a hamper. But hey, if he’d used the hamper, his worn jeans wouldn’t have been where he needed them.
Bo and Lucky both lifted the covers and got in their own side of the bed, only to meet in the middle, lying on their backs.
Meeting in the middle. A fitting statement about their relationship. Sometimes one had to cross the centerline and bring the other back, but sooner or later they’d always wind up on common ground.
As if with a mind of its own, Lucky’s hand sought out Bo’s and entwined their fingers.
“Things are changing fast, aren’t they?” Bo murmured, rolling to face Lucky.
New house, living together, family moving in, trying for a child, promotions at work… yes, things were definitely changing at light speed. “Yeah.”
“There’s one thing that hasn’t changed, that I hope never changes.” Bo propped his head on his hand, elbow on the bed, and removed his other hand from Lucky’s grasp to cup the side of Lucky’s face. He bent and joined their lips. “I love you. No matter what we go through, whatever happens, waking up at night to find you lying next to me makes it all worthwhile.”
He kissed Lucky again, deeper this time. Lucky let out a moan, opening his mouth and joining their tongues. In a flash Bo lay atop him, mouths still connected in a sensual dance of tongues, Bo holding his weight on his arms.
Which served to put their groins wonderfully close together. And this late? Or rather, this early? No one up but them. Thank heavens the dog and cat found other beds to sleep in, leaving Bo and Lucky free to do as they pleased without eyes on them and a critter threatening harm if they didn’t go back to sleep and let the cat rest.
Bo ended the kiss. One side of his mouth crept up, but not enough to expose The Dimple. The warmth in his eyes, unhidden by darkness, made Lucky’s chest ache. No matter what he’d done in his life, no matter where he’d been, Bo saw past his mistakes to… Well, something. Something Lucky might never understand. But whatever Bo saw when he looked at Lucky, Lucky would always be grateful.
Bo swept his hands down the fur on Lucky’s chest, the band on the third finger of his left hand glinting in the weak light. His. Bo wore the ring Lucky had bought him, a symbol of them together, for all the world to see.
Bo squirmed, as though the view alone wasn’t enough to get Lucky’s full attention.
Lucky wrapped his legs around Bo’s thighs and rolled, pinning his man under him. His semi-erection thickened closer to full hardness.
The smile on Bo’s face could’ve melted the hardest of hearts—but didn’t wilt Lucky’s stiffie one iota.
Spreading Bo’s legs with his knees, Lucky sank between them, right where he wanted to be. He peppered kisses across Bo’s shoulders and chest, pausing his downward journey to flick his tongue across Bo’s nipples, first one, then the other. Ghostly hints of Bo’s cologne clung to his skin.
A groan rewarded Lucky’s efforts. Down, down, down, he journeyed, kissing, licking and lipping warm skin. Bo giggled and jerked when Lucky reached a ticklish spot, but moaned and sank his fingers into Lucky’s hair when Lucky opened wide and took Bo’s length into his mouth.
