“C’mon, Lucky. Let’s get out of the house. We’ve both been under a lot of stress lately, and we have an evening without the kids.”
Lucky grinned. “And you want to leave the house why? I can think of fun we can have right here.”
“Nice try. Now, get your cute ass into my truck.” Bo smacked Lucky’s ass with the palm of his hand when Lucky passed by.
Oh. Now Lucky really did want to stay home. Spanking? Maybe he could talk Bo into a little light bondage. Or heavy bondage.
With a side order of discipline.
Lucky wheeled around. Bo pointed outside. “Now!”
Oh, bossy Bo. That worked too. Was it too much to hope they’d finally get around to breaking in the truck? Sex in the back? Oh, yeah. Lots of room.
No such luck. Bo wasted no time pulling out of the driveway. The community gate slid open when they approached, and promptly closed behind them. Damned thing liked Bo better.
“So, where are we going?” Lucky asked when they left the neighborhood.
“You’ll see.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No, Lucky.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No, Lucky.”
“Wanna make out in the backseat?”
“N…” Bo glanced at Lucky sidewise while stopped at a traffic light. “Hold that thought.”
They stopped at a local dealership Lucky passed every day on the way to work. A salesman approached before they’d even gotten out of the car. “What can I help you gentlemen with today?” He couldn’t have been long out of high school.
“We’re in the market for a car.” Bo held out his hand. “Bo Schollenberger, and that’s my partner Lucky.”
Partner? Loud and proud?
The kid eyed Bo’s truck and nearly salivated, too busy thinking of money to register Bo’s words. “That’s a sweet ride. You trading it in?”
“No!” Lucky bristled. As if. “The car’s for me. Some asshole set mine on fire.”
“Oh, that’s…” Lucky’s words hit the salesman. “They what?”
“Set my car on fire. Blew it up. Whatever.” Or rather, doused it in accelerant and set off some C-4. Lucky leaned against the truck and hiked a thumb in Bo’s direction. “Buthislast one got rammed by a homicidal maniac, so he’s set the bar pretty high.”
“And whose fault was that?” Bo huffed.
Lucky stage-whispered to the salesman, “I took his truck on one little high-speed chase and he gets all bent out of shape. Men. Am I right?”
“Um… If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I’ll be right back.”
Lucky really shouldn’t enjoy the guy’s discomfort so much.
“Lucky,” Bo growled. “Behave.”
“Where’s the fun in that? At least now we can look to our heart’s content without him following us like a lost puppy.”
“There is that.” Bo? Said what? He’d been learning all the wrong things from Lucky.
