“Jason…” Bax just lost it all over. His cock throbbed and his balls emptied and that was all she wrote.
Mini breathed on his chest, panting away. Goddamn.
“Better?” Bax sure was. He was boneless and happy and ready to take on the world again. Even if his leg was aching like fire.
“Uh-huh. Good.” Jase nodded, humming a little.
“Okay. Okay, then. We should clean up and, uh, pack.” Before someone knocked on the damned door.
“Right. Packing.” Jason nodded, stroked his cock one more time. “Gotcha.”
Shuddering, Bax moaned, so sensitive it hurt. It hurt good, though. Just the right way.
They could do this. They just needed to remember that they had each other.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jason could see the map of Texas in his mind’s eye. Momma was northwest of Dallas. AJ’s spread was down near San Antone. That was damn near eight hours in a truck.
With Coke singing.
Loud.
He figured they had to be near Waco by now.
Had to be.
Coke’d gone through George Strait, two Alan Jacksons, a Bellamy Brothers and this weird-as-fuck mix CD that Dillon must have given them. That boy was weird.
“Andy, AJ’s wanting to stop, walk around a bit. You cool with that?”
Hell, he’d pay to get them out of Bax’s truck and just let him sit in the quiet.
“Sure. Sure. You need to take a piss, man, or just stop at a picnic area?” Bax was sounding a wee bit strained, too.
Coke started muttering to AJ on the phone again and Jason turned to look back into the back seat where Bax was, damn near screaming when it didn’t work.
“He’s wanting some food, man, and to walk around. He says there’s a Jack in the Box dealie right up the road.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Bax patted him on the shoulder, letting Jason know Andy understood.
“‘kay.” He could hear the sounds of the road changing, hear as things slowed down. When they fucking stopped, the silence was just huge.
Bax cleared his throat. “I think I may be stuck in this position permanently.”
“I’ll just wait in here while y’all do your thing. Coke, man, can you dislodge Bax from the back seat?” There was no way he was leaving the fucking truck.
“Jase, you got to piss. I know you do.” Coke was a stubborn cuss, patting his leg, clomp, clomp.
“I’m okay.” What if the place was a one-holer? What if someone saw him? What if it was noisy?
“I’ll go with Jase to the pot, you and AJ get us some food to bring back out here, huh?” Bax’s voice sounded as determined as ever.
“No. No, I’m fine.” He didn’t have to. He wasn’t going to be in a position to have Bax hold his dick so he could pee. Jesus fucking Christ, what was he thinking? Momma’d been right. He was a Goddamn fool.
“Go on, Coke. We’ll be along.”
The sound of the driver door opening and closing was loud as hell, the solidwhompreminding him of when Bax had won the option on that truck.
