“You should come and see, huh?” Was that too much? He’d’ve asked, whether or not they’d got busy. HelikedDillon.
“I should. I’d like that. Heck, it’s not like my place needs a lot of maintenance.” Dillon was just grinning like a fool, so it must be a good thing.
He nodded, grinned back. “So, tell me. What all from the Denny’s do you want? I’m thinking I need a burger and possibly pancakes.”
“I could eat the side of a barn. How about an omelet and some French toast?”
“Works for me.” He rolled, grabbed the little hotel book and the phone.
Dillon tickled him while he was ordering, fingers moving up and down his ribs.Butthead. He reached back, swatting Dillon playfully, hand connecting with aswack. Jumping,Dillon cackled, wiggling for him. Hell, time he was done ordering, Dillon was up and dancing for him, laughing like a loon.
He was laughing too as he hung up the phone, throwing a pillow at Dillon’s head.
“Hey! Don’t damage the merchandise.” Dillon sank down on the edge of the bed. “How long before we pick up, and how late is the pool open?”
“Twenty minutes and…” He grabbed the little hotel book, squinting. “Eleven.”
“Cool and cool. We have plenty of time.” Dillon’s cheeks heated. “I mean, I know we can’t, you know, in the pool here, but I know you like to swim.”
“I do. You? I never see you in the pool at the hotels.” He got up, headed for his gear to find his trunks.
“Oh, I kinda freak the guys out a little. Not to mention the pale. I like it, though.” When he straightened up Dillon was watching him like a hawk.
“I know all about pale.” He didn’t cover his cock, not at all, but the temptation was there.
“You’ve got nothing on me. In fact, you’re all tanned now.” Finally, Dillon got up and went to get some swim trunks out.
He caught himself following, wanting to touch, to feel Dillon’s ass again. His hands moved without his permission altogether. The moment his fingers connected with Dillon’s skin, the man moaned for him, pushing into his touch. It had to be mutual.
“You’ve got the prettiest ass on earth, honey. I swear, I’ve had dreams…” He rubbed a little, admiring.
“I like dreams. As long as they’re not those ‘oh man, that guy has spinach in his teeth’ dreams.” Lord, sometimes Dillon made no sense.
“No. No, they’re not.” They were way more…explicit.
“Well, that works, then.” Sliding around, Dillon wrapped both arms around him, squeezing tight.
He held on a second, leaning a little. It was weird, but good.
“Come on, honey. Let’s do a lap or three.”
“Works for me.” They headed out, Dillon grabbing a room key and a wallet, so they could go get the food. Seemed like the night was going to be even better after the nap than it had been before.
A man couldn’t ask too much more than that.
Chapter Ten
Dillon listened to the squawking in his earpiece, trying not to let the smile slide off his face. It had been a brutal night, and AJ had just taken a stunning blow to the chin. Luckily, it was only going to need stitches and he was a little concussed, but that was all.
Still, AJ was a good guy, and Dillon knew it would upset Coke something fierce.
Look at him, worried about what Coke was thinking.
He shook out a little, ready to hit his cue when the music started, determined not to worry about Coke being distracted. The man would kick his ass for the very thought.
The bull finally came out of the chute, wheeling and spinning, throwing Joaquim off into the dirt and turning to stomp him. Coke was right there, yanking Joaquim off and going down in almost the same motion.
The crowd gasped and Coke popped up, snarling, heading right for that black monster. Coke swacked the bull’s hip, then reached for the horn as Ballbuster turned. Dillon could see Nate mouth, ‘Oh, fuck me.’
