“I gathered from your reports that you liked the cabin.” Walter smiled in his usual all-knowing way. Trust Walter to read between the lines of Lucky’s report. Hopefully, he didn’t know everything, in this case.
If the boss only knew what they’d gotten up to in the woods behind the cabin…
Charlotte saved Lucky from embarrassing himself.
“Okay, everyone. Time for cake.” She shooed them through the kitchen and into the seldom-used dining room. “You too, brother mine,” she barked when Lucky didn’t move.
He stood and waited until the crowd had departed to wrap an arm around Bo. Oh! Him and Bo alone, sort of, and Bo promising a gift for later?
Lucky lifted up on his toes and planted his lips over Bo’s. Bo opened his mouth, sliding his tongue along Lucky’s.
Hot damn. Lucky couldn’t bite back a moan.
Bo ended the kiss. “We better get in there before they come looking.”
“Cake or you? No contest.” Lucky leered.
“C’mon.” Bo gave a laugh and swatted Lucky’s ass.
Lucky held back while Bo traipsed to the kitchen door. While he never liked seeing Bo leave, watching him go might be Lucky’s favorite image.
That ass.
Now to survive the next few hours and get a little private time with his man. Because.
Yeah, that ass.
CHAPTER THREE
Only on his birthday could Lucky get away with eating four hot dogs, two single-serve bags of potato chips, and a slab of chocolate cake without a lecture from Bo.
Bo didn’t have to lecture. Lucky clearly saw the error of his ways. Damn, he’d eaten so much he could hardly move. And Bo’s promised gift still to come! Lucky patted his overfull stomach. Fuck. Not yet a dad, but with stage-four Dad bod.
Family headed out the door with the friends, leaving Bo and Lucky all alone.
Charlotte and Ty took the dog with them, Todd headed back to his college dorm, Cat Lucky was nowhere to be seen, and Bo closed all the blinds. Oh, yeah, something fun about to happen.
“Sit!” Bo pointed to Lucky’s recliner and vanished towards the back of the house.
Lucky sat alone in the living room. What had Bo planned? Would Lucky regret the four hot dogs soon?
Music started, a throbbing beat coming from overhead. What?
Bo must have checked off another item on the to-do list and fixed the in-house speakers, since Lucky forbade syncing up electronic devices in every room. If Alexa or Alicia or whoever could hear him, others could too.
A vision strutted out of the hallway in black leather. Mystery solved as to why Bo neglected shaving this morning. The bit of scruff gave him a dangerous vibe.
More dangerous than usual, rather.
Leather hat, leather vest, leather chaps, belt, thong, and boots.
Hot. Damn.
A biker wet dream.
Bo sauntered forward, reached under the chair on both sides, and brought up… Chain? Grinning, he wrapped cuffs around Lucky’s wrist and clicked them closed. The scent of Bo’s cologne kick-started the erection Lucky began to sprout the moment Bo stepped from the hall.
Bo had installed chains on the living room chair? Chains, chaps, Bo. In leather.
