Free Corruption by Eden Winters

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    bolts of lust straight through Lucky.
    “Oh hell, Lucky. Just fuck me already.” Bo contracted his muscles around Lucky’s finger. Lightning zinged straight down to
    the uncomfortable tightness in Lucky’s jeans.
    He freed his cock and slid into the cleft of Bo’s exposed ass, gliding on a slick of pre-come and a generous application of lubricant. He patted
    his back pocket for his wallet and froze. Oh shit. Since Bo, he’d stopped carrying condoms in his wallet when venturing out at night. Everything
    he wanted he got at home or Bo’s.
    He groaned, dropping his head between Bo’s shoulder blades.
    “What wrong?” Bo asked, his muscles tensed, and for the first time tonight he sounded unsure.
    “No condom.”
    Bo thrust back again. “We talked about this, remember? Don’t you want to?”
    “Yes, I mean… yeah but…”
    “But what? There’s been no one else… at least for me.” A hot stab of suspicion punctuated the words.
    “No! It’s just been you since…well, since the Ryerson case.” He nudged Bo’s opening. Oh, how tempting.
    One more shove and he’d be in, no barriers, nothing but the two of them, melded into one. Icy panic seized his heart. One plunge, no turning
    back.
    “Lucky, please. Don’t overthink this. This is me and you and, oh, God, I want you.” Bo writhed, pushing back for all he was
    worth.
    Hot man. No, hot Bo. Pleading. Wanting. Lucky should take a deep breath, turn off his brain and slide into tight heat, feel Bo wrap around him. No. Can’t, it’s too soon! Instead, Lucky wedged his cock in the cleft of Bo’s ass cheeks, gliding on the slipperiness
    there. Bo squeezed, giving Lucky more firmness to plunge against.
    Lucky reached around, stroking Bo as he prodded as far as he dared. Do it, do it, do it! his libido screamed. He rose on his toes and latched his
    teeth onto Bo’s neck, panted breaths mingling with Bo’s needy whines. Bo braced his shoulder against the doorframe and reached back,
    spreading his cheeks, oh so tempting.
    Finally Bo shuddered, reaching up to grab the doorway in front of him. Lucky plunged one more time and stilled, pulse after pulse firing to coat
    Bo’s backside while the rhythmic throbbing of Bo’s cock in Lucky’s hand told its own story of release. Lucky molded himself
    to Bo’s back, skating his lips across Bo’s cheek and trying to find the words he needed to say. His heart hammered from more than
    exertion.
    Why balk now? The hottest man to ever notice him, a man who’d give him the moon and stars, wanted desperately to feel Lucky deep inside with
    nothing in between. What the fuck is wrong with me?
    In the end he said nothing while pulling up Bo’s clothes, redressing him with cold-numb fingers.
    “Bo, I…” he began when the silence between them grew oppressive.
    “Don’t…” Bo replied, placing a silencing finger over Lucky’s lips. “You’re not
    ready. It’s okay. I understand.”
    You do? Good, ‘cause I sure don’t.

Chapter 5
    Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why the hell hadn’t Lucky simply taken what Bo offered? It wasn’t like he’d never told the man he
    loved him, words he’d never said to a lover before. I love you implied some sort of permanence, right? Maybe Bo needed to hear those words
    last night.
    Lucky stared at coffee made by his own hand, not Bo’s. Bitter dregs. Saturday morning should have found the two of them nestled together in bed,
    not him brooding alone in his kitchen. Bo hadn’t followed him home from the alley last night and Lucky, assuming he would, didn’t ask
    him to. A quick glance at his phone showed no missed calls and no text messages. Not that Lucky blamed the guy for wanting distance right now. Hell, Lucky
    didn’t want to be around himself either, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
    His muscles ached from the punishing two a.m. workout he’d put himself through when he found himself awake and staring at the ceiling, straining
    his ears for the jangle of