“Hungry cowboy. Didn’t know you would be.” Mini bit his bottom lip, moaning deep in his chest.
He chuckled, low and breathless. “I have untapped depths, babe.”
Jase started hooting, working his buckle open. “Unplumbed, even.”
“If you’re my plumber, I’ll happily stare at your butt.” Okay, he was getting stupid, but what man wouldn’t with those hands on his crotch. Besides, it made Jase laugh harder, just like it was supposed to.
Bax watched, listened to his beautiful man laugh for him, and felt like they could do this. They could fucking do anything. They sort of clung together, panting.
“Don’t let go, Mini.”
“I ain’t gonna. You’d kick my ass.”
“I would. I got a cast. It would hurt you way more than itwould me.” Laughing, he hugged Jason close, relieved as hell that the first ride was over, and that it had gone well.
It would be an uphill battle, but if Jason would just keep his eyes open, they could handle it.
Together.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Y’all get out of there and come eat with us!” Missy’s voice rang out, cutting through the front room. Jason groaned, running his fingers through his too-long hair and turning the TV up.
God, she was stubborn.
Loud.
Evil.
“Come on, Mini. You know she won’t soon shut up.” Bax laughed, the sound low, happy. Fine.
“I ain’t going to deal with eating with all of them.” He just wasn’t. Damn it.
“Oh, yes you are. I cooked, Jason, and the kids want to see you. They don’t care if you can’t see. They love you,” Missy insisted.
He could fucking hear Missy stomp her foot on the floor, the floorboards creaking like mad.
“Didn’t you lock the door, Bax?”
“I thought I did.”
Long fingers touched his thigh.
“Come on, man. I bet Missy made somethingeasy to eat, didn’t you, darlin’?” Bax sounded like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Chicken sandwiches and fries, Jason. Ice cream sandwiches for dessert. Come on, Jason. Benji’s been crazy to see you again. You know you’re his favorite guy.”
Oh, Missy wasn’t playing fair with that, not even a bit.
There was something fucked up with Benji—some brain thing—and the boy wasn’t right. Still, he was sweet as could be and somehow Jason’d become the kid’s hero.
“Does he know?”
“Yeah. Yeah, all the other kids explained it to him after that first night. They don’t care. You’re Jason.”
“See, there? Come on.” Bax tugged his arm, pulling him up. “You know how I like a crispy chicken.”
He nodded, stepping forward. “I just don’t…”
