“I’m likin’ this place of our own thing.”
“I am, too. It’s damned happy making.” He could see that smile in his head, the one he heard in Bax’s voice. He got his hand around Bax’s prick, not really jacking it, just feeling it.
“Mmm. Jase.” They weren’t neither of them in any hurry. Bax was mostly hard for him, hot, sweet in his hand.
“Yeah. I just want to touch a little.”
“Touching is good, Mini. Real good.” Bax shifted against him, slid against his hand, starting to get wet, and not just from the shower.
His thumb rubbed against the ridge of Bax’s cock, sliding nice and slow, tracing each bump.
“Jason. Christ. Feels so damned good.” Bax had a strong stance, legs spread wide, hips starting to push up. Every movement telegraphed to him how Bax felt. He didn’t have to see it.
He groaned, his cock filling right back up. His Bax. His cowboy. Fuck yes. The very tip of his finger stroked the slit of Bax’s cock.
“Fuck!” Bax almost fell against him, making them both slide on the slick tub.
“Good or bad?” He got one hand around Bax’s hip.
“Good. Good, babe. More.” Those hands clutched at him, pulling him so close the water could barely slide between them.
He straddled Bax’s thigh, belly pressed against the warm side. He slid his hand down, circling the base of Bax’s dick before heading up, rubbing into the slit again.
“Oh, Christ.” His cowboy went crazy for him, pushing against him, and it wasn’t slow and easy anymore. Then Bax got his cock in one hand, squeezing it down against Bax’s thigh, and Jason was flying, too.
He lifted his face and Bax’s mouth crashed downon his, hard as all get out, sending him to the moon. They moved faster and faster, working to keep their balance, that damned cast clunking against the shower wall. Didn’t matter. They were too far gone to feel anything but good. He felt it, all against him, when Bax was fixin’ to go.
He was right on, too, Bax crying out for him, like the man was calling for the gate. “Yeah! Yeah, Jase.”
“I got you. Come on. Come on and ride.” He kept his hand moving, up and down.
“Oh, God.” Bax came for him, just boom, cock jerking in his hand.
Damn, that made him feel tall, like he’d ridden a ninety point ride.
“Jase. I need you to, too. Come on.” Bax pressed down on his cock, rubbing it on the rough, fuzzy skin of Bax’s thigh.
The tip dragged and he bit his tongue, feeling his eyes roll in his head. “Bax…”
His hips snapped and that was all she wrote.
Bang.
“Lord. We might have to go back to bed. Be lazy asses.” Laughing, breathless, Bax hung there against him, just holding on.
“Yup. Lay in the bed like princes and nap.” His belly growled, good and loud.
“We’d best have some breakfast first, huh? Do we ask Missy or make it ourselves?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to see what’s in the kitchen.” Now that? Was damned funny in that sick, sad sorta way.
“Yeah. How about I see and you nod?” Bax smacked his ass, laughing like the fool he was.
“Butthead. I bet there’s cereal.” Hell, Missy was a hell of a lady. There might be biscuits.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Bax figured Jase had taken enough time off. They’d had yesterday, with the fucking and the napping, eating dinner with AJ and Missy and Coke. The kids had swarmed all over Jason after supper, playing on him like a jungle gym, and Mini had been just fine.
