Bax hijacked his smoke, plucking it out of his fingers.
“Butthead.” He reached over, fingers twining with Bax’s. “Your leg’s okay?”
“It’ll do. I have a lot more weights to do, a lot more muscle building.”
Yeah, he knew that one all right. It sucked, but it was doable.
He grinned, feeling a little wicked. “You didn’t mind working out last night.” Man, that weight bench was sturdy.
Coughing, Bax whacked him. “Don’t make me choke to death on your smoke, asshole. Last night was somethin’ else. I had the best spotter.”
Yeah. Yeah, and he’d had one hell of a ride. “I’d do it anytime.”
“Not to mention that it works all your riding muscles.”
Oh, man, it was gonna be hard to get on a bull if he had a stiffie.
“It does. It’s like the perfect core exercise.” Up. Down. Back. Forth.
“It so is. From either side.”
A whisper of air was all the warning he got before Bax’s mouth landed on his.
Oh, hell yeah. He let Bax push him down on the sofa, trusting the fine son of a bitch to keep him in the middle.
Bax kissed him like a starving man, tongue pushing between his lips, tasting him deep. Now that the cast was off, Bax was a hell of a lot more agile, sliding between his thighs and pushing. Oh, hell yeah. He could have a ride. He wrapped one leg around Bax’s hip, holding tight.
“Mini.”
Licking a line down his neck, Bax bit him a little, right under his collarbone. Oral bastard.
“Yeah. Yeah. Come on. Got an edge.”
“I’m all about sanding off rough edges, Jase.”
Bax moved right on down, licking over to one nipple, lips wrapping around it.
Fuck. His eyes flew open, hands landing on Bax’s shoulder. “Damn. Damn, I. Bax.”
“Mmm.”
Still starving. That was his cowboy. Bax sucked hard, making him buck and twist.
It was like his muscles couldn’t decide whether to jerk, to go tight or loose. His other nipple got the same treatment, Baxlicking and sucking and biting. Those lean hips moved between his legs, Bax humping like crazy.
“Making me bugnuts.”
One foot landed on the floor, his hips bucking up.
“Yeah?” Bax’s lips moved against his skin, making him shiver. “Wait until I get to sucking you.”
“Oh, Jesus.” His cock was harder than woodpecker’s lips.
“Gonna, Mini.” Moving lower, Bax kissed his belly before pushing down his sweats and rubbing one cheek against his cock.
“Oh. Oh, Bax. Cowboy.” His breath got all caught up in his throat, his throat gone all dry.
“I got you.” Bax licked at him, all careful like, but then just sucked him in, lips closing around him a little too hard. Didn’t matter. It still felt like heaven.
