“Sure you can, honey. If she fusses, there’s a bottle on the breakfast table.” Missy waved Coke toward the house, smiling as AJ pulled up. “Hey, baby. You need help with the bulls or you gonna wait to unload ‘til morning?”
“I’ll unload now. Missy show you the guest house, Andy?”
Bax nodded. “Yeah. You want me to…?”
“Nah.” AJ’s eyes were on his woman, just burning. Oh. Right. They were heading to the barn. “You take Mini and let him rest, huh?”
Then they were alone, everyone disappearing like smoke. Damn. Bax laughed a little. “You want a shower?”
“Fuck, yes. How’s your leg, and where’s the suitcases and stuff, and I’ll carry.”
“It itches.” He’d all but forgotten his leg, but man it wasstiff and sore. “Here. This one’s yours.” He put Jason’s duffel right in those reaching hands.
“Thanks. You want me to lug yours?” Jason looked toward the lights at the big house, eyes fastened to them, even though Mini didn’t know he was seeing them.
“Nope. I got my backpack. We’ll get the rest tomorrow. Come on.” He wanted hot water and a bed and Jase next to him without Mini’s momma right there.
They made it down the driveway with the bare minimum of stumbling. He’d have to talk to AJ about stringing a light up so he could see a bit of something. The house had a light on, though, one over the front door, the place looking inviting as hell.
It was small, rustic, but damned fine, with a couch and a chair in the tiny front room, along with a one-wall kitchenette. The bed in the big bedroom wasn’t skimpy, the bathroom full-sized, and Bax moaned at the sight of the tub. “We can have a nice shower, man.”
“Cool.” Mini was standing really still in the doorway, swallowing a little. “Okay, now. Help me out. What all’s here?”
“Well, you want to start back at the front door?” That might be better than starting in the bedroom. “Come on. Drop the bag two feet to your left.”
“Sure, let me take my boots off. My fucking feet are killing me.”
“‘Kay.” He dropped the backpack and wished he’d kept his crutches, waiting for Jason to get settled. God, what a day.
“You want me to get your boot, man?” Mini’s hat came off, landing on that duffel.
“Would you?” As if he was gonna say no to Jason bending over and pulling off his boot. Yeah. Right.
“Sure.” Jason came right to him, sliding those callused hands along his sides and thighs as Mini knelt before him. Jesus fuck.
“Oh. Oh, Jase. Been needing to just touch.” He stroked Jason’s cheeks, staring down, feeling how sharp those cheekbones were.
Jason nodded, forehead resting on his lower belly, lips hovering near his buckle.
“Hot.” Jason felt almost felt feverish, and Bax couldn’t blame him. All day in the truck, moving, not being able to see.
“Tell me you locked the front door.”
“I so did.” No way was he taking a chance on Coke or AJ wandering in to mention something they forgot.
“Thank God.” Mini popped his buckle, his fly. “If you don’t want, holler, but I… It’s been a long damned day, Bax.”
“I want. I want.” He didn’t want to take anything he shouldn’t ought to, but if Jase wanted to give. Yeah. A long day.
“Me, too.” His pants got to about halfway down his thighs, his tighty-whities dragged right along with. Then Jason leaned in, lips finding his cock, easy as pie.
Some things weren’t hard to spot, even for a blind guy. Bax chuckled, his hips doing a slow roll. “Oh, God, Mini. Good.”
Jason hummed, murmured something around his dick, tongue sliding on his skin.
So hot. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself feel it, letting Jason give. His leg wobbled a little, but held, and Bax groaned, feeling the touch of that mouth all the way down to his toes.
Jase wasn’t in a bit of a hurry, eyes closed, lips and tongue just fucking exploring him, fingers working his balls, petting and stroking the inside of his thighs. Those lips felt fiery and soft, riding up and down his cock, and Bax’s nuts drew up under Jason’s touch, his belly like a board.
