“Good deal. I do love this spot.”
“Mmmhmm.” His toes popped right up to the surface for a moment, making him hoot before his ass started to sink. “Pretty and peaceful and all…”
“Yup. I used to come out here when I was a kid, spend hours avoiding the chores.” Jason’s toes wiggled.
“Lazy-ass.” There wasn’t no ‘avoiding chores’ at his house. Bax would’ve got his butt beat.
“You know it. Daddy was raising pigs at the time. You ever smelled pigs up close?”
“Yes. Not my idea of a good time.” Stink. Lord. Stretching, he groaned happily, arms moving just enough to keep him in place.
“Nope. Big, stinky and meaner than bulls.” Jason chuckled, kicked a little. “Not meaner than KC, though. That’s a bad-tempered son of a bitch.”
That was the God’s honest truth. “That’s not just mean. That’s stone crazy.”
“Yeah, well, you grew up looking like an undead monkey, you’d be mean, too.”
“Well, you ought to know all about that, you little chimp…” Oh, if Jason connected with that swat it was gonna hurt.
The water took most of the slap, but those fingertips got him but good.Bastard.
“Don’t make me twist your nipple off, buddy. You’d be all lopsided.” He would, too, if he had to.
“I need that for balance, Bax. That titty’s worth thousands.”
That had him laughing so hard that he all but sank and drowned. “The million-dollar boob.”
“Yep. Worth a fortune. Not just for decoration.”
They both got to laughing, the sound echoing, ringing out.
They spent their time in the pond, and the sun had moved a good ways over in the sky when they finally climbed out of the water, all wrinkly and thankfully not worrying aboutspringing a happy. “I bet your momma has upside down cake by now.”
“You know she does. Come on, old man. We’ll get fed, and then we can drive into town and shoot some pool.”
“Sounds good.” No one would bother them a bit at home, and he could ogle that sweet ass to his heart’s content.
Kind of like he was doing now.
Chapter Three
“Hey, Momma.” Jason hung his hat on the hook, nudging Stu and Beemer out of the way, hound dog ears flailing as they fought to get out, to get to Bax. Drooling beasts.
“Hey, boys. Y’all get that fence seen to?”
He grabbed Beemer’s collar pulled him off Bax’s knee. “Yeah, Momma.”
Nag. Nag. Nag.
“Good. I made y’all cornbread and all. Get the horse off you. Andy, I put your laundry on your bed.” Momma came bustling through, apron all white with flour and her hair piled up in a granny knot. Lord. It was quite a look over top of her Rocky Mountain jeans and her scuffed up old boots.
Bax, who was Andy to every other fool in the world but him, nodded and grinned and pulled one of Momma’s apron strings. “Thanks. Can I have cake first?”
She swatted his hand but good, snorting. “You cannot. That’s for dessert, son.”
Jason cackled, grabbed her by the waist and hauled her around, the apron going flying. “Rules, rules, rules.”
Laughing and beating out a tattoo for them to dance to, Bax egged him on. “Nothing but rules.”
