Repeating his normal A.M. ritual, Lucky dragged himself bleary-eyed and stark naked into the kitchen, to find a far too perky Bo already dressed in neatly pressed khaki slacks and a white button-down shirt. He wore them well, too. Lets see, I fucked him, slept with him, hes still here— and smiling at me like I might not have to wait until hell freezes over to do it again. And if the slap and tickle in the mens room counts, Ive had him twice. Shit, hes stormed right past “casual fuck,” and landed firmly on “in a court of law hed now be declared my lover.” How the hell did that happen? Not that Lucky minded a few weeks of steady sex while serving his remaining time; he simply wasnt equipped to deal with drastic changes to his life without a minimum of two cups of coffee in his system. Damn, but I hate mornings! And he sure as shit wasnt going to cut Newbie any slack due to them sharing a bed, either. He snarled, “And wha t the hell are you doing, decked out like youre going somewhere?
