“Oh, God.” He was hard as Chinese algebra, all of a sudden. “I want that.”
“I never have, but it’s you.” Just like that made sense of it all.
“Well, yeah. I’d do the same for you.” He so would, even if the thought made things down there kind of clench.
“Then we really need a good-sized bed, sturdy.” Jason reached out, just barely brushed his hand. “‘Cause you and me could ride, Bax.”
“We could. We’re good at that, too.” He didn’t know whether to shit or go blind. Okay, that was a bad analogy.
“Yeah. So, what? We pack some shit, but don’t let no one see us pack my gear?”
“I’m thinking, yeah. We’ll make it nice and easy.” His brain was in his dick right now, but they’d figure it.
“Good.” Jason scooted closer. “I can smell you, Bax.”
“Yeah? I’m needing. Real bad.” His zipper pressed hard against his cock, and he wanted to reach for Jason, do more than just touch his hand.
“I hear you.” Jason leaned back, cigarette shaking a little bit. Bax knew it had to do with wanting, not fear.
He’d forgotten his own smoke, and it was damned good he’d been reminded, because the butt was about to burn hishand. Bax stubbed it out on the planter by the steps. “Too damned many people.”
“Yeah. I need to get out of here, get some space.” Jason was rock-hard—he could see it, just waiting for him.
Bax wanted to touch. Lick. Suck. Anything. “Jason…” He was moving without even thinking on it, right up into Jason’s space.
“Uh-huh. There’s folks everywhere.” Jason moaned, breathing in deeply.
“There’s the barn.” He wasn’t above dragging Jason off. Even if they needed to go eat.
“There’s my bedroom…”
“Hey guys, there any smokes left?”
He was going to kill AJ, and Bax couldn’t quite bring himself to look at Aje until he cooled down, so he took another smoke for himself before handing them over.
“Your woman don’t mind if we come?” Jason was fucking vibrating.
“Nah. Missy’s ready. She’s looking forward to having adults around who ain’t me.”
Yeah. Like AJ was an adult.
“She’s a good one.” Missy was weird as hell—earth-mothery and crunchy granola, but she put up with tons of cowboys and kids and dogs and the woman could cook like nobody’s business.
Bax sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, the thought of all those kids deflating him some. “Well, we’re gonna have to get packed and all. I guess we ought to eat. Has Jack calmed down the natives?”
“Coke’s talking hard.” AJ stared down at Jason. “You really gonna get up on a bull?”
Jason nodded. “I’m gonna try.”
“Has Jason ever not done what he says he’s gonna do?” Bax snorted, grinningfinally.
“Well, not yet. Not yet. Man, you got balls.” AJ nodded. “We’ll make it happen.”
“We will.” They’d have to. No way was Bax letting Jason down. They’d make this work if it killed them.
“Well then, I guess I have to get some clothes in a bag.” Jason stood up, AJ stepping out of the way.
Bax moved over, let Jason take his arm, just needing to touch a little. Something that no one would think on. “Some clothes, your new razor?—”
