Bo grinned, revealing both The Dimple and Cousin of the Dimple in his other cheek. “I thought you might.”
Lucky sank in. So good. So fucking right.
Bo lifted his legs, squeezing Lucky’s thighs. “I’ve missed you. Missed this.”
“I’ve only been gone a few days.” Still, nice to hear he’d been missed.
“Feels like forever. Especially when we can make as much noise as we want.”
They moved in tandem, with the easy rhythm of two long-term lovers. Bo dug his fingers into Lucky’s back.
Mouth to mouth, clutching, grasping, moaning, Bo’s muscles flexing and shifting. He broke the kiss, tipping his head back and giving Lucky his throat. Lucky ran his tongue over Bo’s Adam’s apple, licking, nibbling, nuzzling Bo’s ear.
Bo reared up, clamping his teeth gently on Lucky’s shoulder. Felt good. So good. Bo’s arms and legs around him. Lucky reached between them, working Bo’s cock in time with each thrust.
Lucky joined their mouths, Bo’s whimpers caressing his tongue.
Faster they moved together, the occasional rap of something somewhere might be a headboard, or even someone in another room wanting them to shut the fuck up.
Who the hell cared? Nothing mattered in that moment but Bo. Bo, who’d come here to meet him for a few moments to call their own, in the midst of the chaos around them.
He’d take it.
The hint of Bo’s cologne filled his senses, combined with soap, shampoo, and the familiar scent of pure Bo.
Bo broke the kiss. “Lucky!” his muscles tensed, his passage squeezing Lucky’s cock.
Lucky picked up the pace, both with his hand and his hips, reaching, reaching…
Bo jerked. “Ahhh…” He clasped Lucky’s shoulders, his eyes unfocused and his mouth open.
“I’m right there with you.” Lucky bucked, once more, twice more… And buried his face in the crook of Bo’s neck, smothering his groan against Bo’s skin. Electricity shot through him, setting his nerves on fire, concentrating in his groin.
He shot, filling Bo’s body and clinging to his anchor.
Oh, damn. Nothing in this world came close to making love to Bo.
Lucky came back to himself, lifting his weight on his arms to keep from crushing Bo, and sagged over to the side, winded and content. He turned his head at the same moment Bo did, and their lips met. “I love you,” they said as one.
Bo ran a finger over Lucky’s cheek, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “This scar looks so real. We really need to look into someone who can create disguises like this for us.” He continued to stroke Lucky’s face.
Lucky blinked gritty eyes. “I’m tired.” He’d thought excitement might keep him awake, but Bo served up the best sleeping tonic known to mankind.
Bo planted gentle kisses on Lucky’s eyelids. “I know. Sleep. I have to get to work, but I’ll be back later. I’ll bring you food.”
“I’d rather have you,” Lucky said on a yawn.
Bo kissed him. “You have me.”
“How are the kids and Charlotte?”
“Andro is still teething and cranky, bun in the oven is playing basketball with Charlotte’s bladder. Doctor said all is fine. Ty is fretting over his mother, and Charlotte is hiding out from anyone who wants to pamper her. Walter still has agents in place watching the house. I need to warn you, though. I think Robinson has an eye on the house two streets over.”
Ah, hell. Robinson? For a neighbor? But wait! Lucky would no longer be the scariest person in the community. “How’re things at work?”
“Ready to go to Hell in a handbasket, as soon as you get there.”
Lucky fell asleep before he could ask anything else.
He bolted upright. “Damn it! I forgot to tell my relief driver he could get out of the truck!”