Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance (17 page)

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remember that I love you, too, yeah?”

“Okay, I will, to both.” Annabelle took another shuddering breath. “And I’m sorry—

sorry that Art hurt you, and that Daddy is a narrow-minded—”

“Shh! None of it’s your fault, sis, so don’t apologise. Do what needs to be done and call me back.”

“All right.”

Rory hung up the phone and just held Chance to him. He hoped he really was as strong as Chance and Annabelle thought he was.

“Oh fuck,” Rory moaned, his hips bucking as Chance swallowed his dick. He’d been close to a mess after the phone calls from Annabelle and a police detective by the name of Mark Maloney. Recounting his experience with Art and the blurry memories, what there were of them, of the night Art drugged him, had wrung Rory out. Chance had handled
his
Q

and A session so calmly Rory had felt a pinch of envy. Chance had pointed out that he’d had years to come to terms with it, whereas Rory hadn’t had much time at all.

Chance scraped his teeth lightly up Rory’s cock and Rory quit thinking about anything other than his lover’s mouth sucking him off like a pro. Quick flicks of Chance’s tongue had Rory crying out as his balls drew up tight. Two lube-slicked fingers slammed into his ass and every muscle in Rory’s body clenched as he came. Chance hummed his approval and slurped as he sucked and swallowed, working his fingers fast and hard to loosen Rory’s tight ring.

Rory dug his heels and fingers into the mattress, a keening noise ripping from his throat.

Chance let Rory’s softened cock slip from his lips and pulled his fingers out. Rory didn’t have time to catch his breath before his legs were bent, the tops of his thighs pressed nearly to his chest and Chance was sinking his prick so deep inside him that Rory thought he could taste the man. He tried to pry his fingers loosely from the sheets, but Chance was slamming into him, hitting his prostate with nearly every thrust and Rory couldn’t think, couldn’t get his body to do anything other than writhe as he moaned.

His dick filled back up and he wanted to beg for Chance to touch him but he couldn’t form the words. Every time he opened his mouth to try, Chance thrust in hard enough to have him slide up the bed. Rory finally managed to work his hands free and flung one up to RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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brace himself against the headboard while the other grasped his dick and started stroking himself furiously.

Chance’s fingers dug into his thighs with a bruising strength that Rory loved. It sent heat skittering from the base of his spine to his balls, then he was screaming as he came again, black dots dancing behind his eyes, in front of his eyes—hell, he didn’t know. He squeezed his ass hard and felt Chance’s cock swell as the man’s head flung back.

A strangled yell came from Chance then Rory felt hot bursts of his lover’s cum squirting into his channel. Chance ground against Rory’s ass as he shook with the force of his orgasm.

He released Rory’s legs, and Rory let them flop down, sprawled wide open as he sat up enough to grab Chance and pull his lover down on top of him.

Rory buried his nose in Chance’s dark hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo, the faint tinge of sweat, and that indefinable scent that was always Chance. He chuckled, thinking that if he and Chance could ever find a way to bottle that scent, they would be two wealthy men.

Chance stirred, pushing himself up on one elbow to look down at him.

“What is so funny? I’m not sure I like the way you’re laughing right after we just had some shout-down-the-walls sex.”

Rory tried to keep a straight face, but seriously failed. “‘Shout-down-the-walls sex?’ I think you melted my brain, boss.”

Chance eyed him for a second then shook his head. “You can speak in sentences—and so can I. We’ll just have to try harder in a few minutes.”

“Now I know you lost some brain cells.” Rory slid his hand down Chance’s back to cup a perfect, taut ass cheek. “I just came twice; I’ll need more than a few minutes until I can go another round.”

“Really?” Chance tucked his hips in, burying his prick deeper inside Rory. Rory’s eyebrows flew up as he felt Chance’s erection bump against his gland. “So what were you laughing about?” Chance moved his hips in a circular motion that had Rory’s eyes trying to cross. And his dick twitching. The things this man could do to him…

A pinch to his hip drew Rory’s attention back to the question.

“Oh! Nothing bad, I swear.” And maybe he should have kept Chance dangling for a while but the way that man could move his hips… Rory bit back a moan as Chance swiveled again. “Just that if we could bottle your scent, we’d be rich.”

Chance stilled and looked at Rory like he was nuts. “My scent?”

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Rory nodded, enjoying the confused look on his lover’s face. Actually, Chance looked like he couldn’t decide whether to be offended, confused, or amused. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of Rory’s channel and Rory slapped his hands down on both of Chance’s butt cheeks, digging his fingers into the firm flesh to hold the man in place.

“You smell really, really good.” Rory tried to hold back the smile at Chance’s startled look. The man had jumped when Rory slapped his ass, but that startled look was turning into something else rapidly.

The gleam in Chance’s eye, as well as a small grin on his full lips, made Rory think maybe he shouldn’t have smacked his lover’s ass quite so hard.

“I just didn’t want you to stop,” he offered weakly, excitement at the look on Chance’s face coursing through him.

“Oh really?” Chance reached down and twisted Rory’s nipple ring hard enough that the pleasure-pain made him gasp. Chance did it again to the other nipple, pulling his cock from Rory’s body when Rory’s hands dropped down to clutch at the sheets.

“No,” Rory protested when Chance’s cock left his body.

“Yes.” Chance moved and grabbed Rory. Before Rory knew what happened, he was flipped over and Chance was pulling at his hips. Rory tucked his knees under himself and moaned when Chance penetrated him and began slowly sliding his thick cock into his welcoming passage.

“Chance, please, fuck me already,” Rory pleaded, trying to work in more of Chance’s prick. A stinging slap to his ass didn’t discourage Rory one bit. He tried to rock back and get more of his lover inside him.

“Like that, huh?” Chance’s voice was rough with desire. Rory nodded and another stinging slap landed right on top of the spot the first one hit. He felt his cock leaking and glanced back as best he could at Chance.

“Chance…” Rory almost growled it out. If the man didn’t fuck him soon, Rory was going to—

A third stinging slap came down and Rory had to grip the base of his prick hard to keep from coming. He felt Chance pulling back and heard his lover’s swift intake of breath.

“Fuck, baby!” Chance’s voice sounded nearly reverent.

Rory hissed as Chance’s hands slid over the heated skin of his ass. He pushed his hips back when the caresses stopped, wanting more of the soft touch. Instead, Chance covered his RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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body, slipping his hands under Rory’s chest and giving both nipple rings a hard tug. Rory moaned and squeezed his dick harder. Chance’s hands slid up until they were gripping Rory’s shoulders from the front.

“Better hold on,” Chance whispered in his ear.

Rory was going to ask what he should hold on to, but then Chance began fucking him just like he needed and Rory forgot what he wanted to ask. The only thing that mattered was Chance, and him, and the way they felt together.

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Chance hung up the cell phone and stared at it, not really seeing a damn thing.

“Everything okay?”

Max’s question startled Chance out of his stupor. He turned and looked at the wiry man and watched the confusion dance across Max’s face. Chance felt his smile spreading wide and he nodded.

“Yeah, better than, really. Where’s Rory at today?” He had news for his lover that would, hopefully, vanquish that faint worried look that would creep up on the younger man every now and then. Ever since they’d talked to Detective Malone.

“Yeah, he’s over in the North pasture.” Max gestured with his thumb over his shoulder.

His eyes sparkled as he winked at Chance. “Maybe I should stay home tonight.”

Chance shook his head. “No, you still better have your ass at the house for dinner.” He slapped Max on the back as he passed the ranch hand. “I promise we’ll behave.” Mostly, he added to himself.

“All right, I’ll see ya then.”

Waving one hand at Max, Chance grabbed the reins to his gelding Zeus and quickly mounted. He took off, giving Zeus his head and letting the quarter horse run.

Chance pushed his hat down farther then gripped the reins again with both hands, enjoying the hard ride.

He brought the gelding up to a walk when they reached the North pasture, patting the horse’s sweaty neck and praising him for being such a good boy. Rory was waiting for him by the gate, and Chance sidled Zeus up to it so he could lean over and plant a fast kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Something wrong?” Rory studied him intently for a few seconds before he dismounted and pulled the gate open.

Zeus nickered and walked through the gate. Chance slid from the saddle and took both horses’ reins, looping them over a couple of posts. He turned and nearly smacked into Rory.

The worry in his lover’s blue eyes made Chance feel like shit for not answering sooner.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” He leant in and tipped his head up for another kiss. Rory’s RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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strong arms wrapped around him and it felt so right that Chance wanted to purr. Instead, he stroked the roof of Rory’s mouth with his tongue, revelling in the shudder that rocked through his lover’s body. Chance grabbed Rory’s biceps and held on tight.

Rory’s hands dipped down to cup Chance’s ass and pull him up so that their dicks rubbed together. Chance was pretty sure he did purr then, twining his tongue with Rory’s as they moved against each other.

When Rory lifted his head, his lips were red and puffy, slicked with moisture from the kiss. His heavy-lidded gaze had Chance’s cock pushing hard against his zipper. Chance reached down and tried to adjust himself into a less painful spot. He glanced up to see those red lips quirking up in a grin.

“So you just came out here to say hello?” The deep timbre of his lover’s voice ensured there was no comfortable position in which Chance could rearrange his dick.

“Actually,”—Chance rubbed the ball of his hand over his cock, trying to ease the discomfort—“I came to tell you some good news.”

“And what’s that?” Rory’s hand batted Chance’s aside. He stroked over the denim-clad erection and Chance’s thoughts scattered.

“No, baby, I can’t think when you’re doing that.” Chance pulled Rory’s hand away.

Rory’s dark gaze met Chance’s again.

“Art’s pleading guilty.” Chance watched as Rory processed the news. “So, there’s no trial. It was part of a plea deal, since they have so much on him. He kept records…” Chance shut up. He didn’t want to get into detail about just how much proof the prosecutor had on Art.

Rory stepped back, keeping a hand on Chance’s hip. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple told Chance his lover was struggling with some emotion, but he wasn’t sure if it was a happy one or not.

“How long?” Rory finally managed to get out.

“He’ll be lucky to get out before he dies in there.” Chance trailed a finger down Rory’s cheek then rested it on the younger man’s chest. Rory nodded and looked down. He took a few deep breaths before he looked at Chance.

“So that’s it, right? We don’t have to go in for any more interviews and testimonies, nothing? It’s done?” The hope shining in Rory’s eyes made Chance’s heart pinch.

“Yeah.” He stroked his lover’s chest, wanting nothing more than to take the man home.

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“It’s done.”

Rory yipped and the next thing Chance knew, he was being lifted and spun around as Rory’s laughter rang out. His feet touched the ground and Rory pulled him in for a hard hug.

“Thank God,” Rory murmured over and over in Chance’s ear.

Chance smoothed his hands in circles over his lover’s back. He could almost feel the coiled tension leaving Rory’s body.

“I would have done what needed doing, but God, I didn’t want to, you know?” Rory leant back and looked at him. “Does that mean I’m a piece of shit?”

Chance shook Rory a bit. “No! Who the hell would look forward to something like that?” He growled and had to suppress a shudder himself. “And for a gay man to have to do it? We both knew it would probably get ugly. No way to look forward to that.”

Rory’s gaze travelled up and down the length of Chance’s body. His erection, which had begun to soften, perked right back up. He couldn’t help but notice Rory was rather perky, too.

Chance pushed Rory up against the gate and quickly unbuckled his lover’s belt. With a tug, he unbuttoned and unzipped the tight jeans. He shoved his hands under Rory’s underwear and pushed them and the jeans down low enough to free his leaking dick.

Chance couldn’t look away from the pre cum that was smeared across his lover’s cock head.

“Slight change in plans.” Chance dropped to his knees and grabbed the gate on either side of Rory’s hips. He swiped his tongue over the wet spongy head, dipping into the slit.

Rory’s moan echoed his own as Chance sucked the tip into his mouth, trying to gather every bit of the slightly salty liquid.

“Chance, oh shit!” Rory’s hands knocked off Chance’s hat and buried into his hair, gripping almost painfully.

Chance nodded and let Rory take control, fucking into Chance’s mouth in shallow strokes at first. Chance reached down and worked at his own belt and jeans, moaning when he freed his prick and the pressure on that tender skin let up.