“I don’t make burgers every day. There will be chicken breast in our future, eggs, that sort of thing.” Besides, he had seen Dillon eat.
The man was as good at it as he was.
“Oh, I’ll eat whatever you toss at me. Like a lion at the zoo.” Dillon did a creditable lion impression. The man was a hell of a mimic.
“I like that image.” He drank deep from his beer, swallowing hard, the bubbles crashing down in his belly.
“Yeah?” Dillon bared his teeth. “Rar!”
Oh, Lord. That was hilarious.
He let himself laugh, because he’d be honest, there wasn’t enough of that in his life. There wasn’t enough joy in his life these days, and Dillon?
Well, that son of a bitch was his reason. Dillon could be serious, could be focused, but when it came to pure joy, no one did it better than this cowboy.
Period.
“I like that, babe. You need to relax a little.”
“I’m trying. I worry about Jason, you know? I mean, I got him into this shit, and now…” He met Dillon’s gaze. “What if I get him killed?”
“No. No one is getting killed.” Dillon set his plate aside, though, and reached up to cup Coke’s cheek. “He knows the risks. He’s not a kid, not really. So does Andy. Know the risks, I mean. He needs to do this.”
“I just—he was so sad, so down. I needed to fix it, somehow.” He couldn’t save Jase in the arena, so he’d save him out of it.
“He needed a reason. And it had Bax making his move, right?”
Coke wasn’t sure he wanted to talk on that, because the boys needed their privacy, but it was the damn truth.
So he just nodded. “I’m glad you’re here, cowboy.”
Dillon rose up to kiss his mouth gently. “Me too.”
And that was all that mattered, at least right now.
Chapter Eighteen
Dillon struck a pose on the diving board, loving that Coke had a real pool, like in ground, and all the stuff that went with it. Once he made sure he had Coke’s attention, he bounced a few times and dove in, showing off a little. The belly flop for laughs had been tempting, but he was naked, and that might hurt the business.
He popped up to the sound of applause, Coke stopping to watch and hoot. The man was like magic in the water—relaxed and flexible, moving like a teenager.
That was worth any amount of red skin. Speaking of which… “Time to put on more sunscreen.”
“Already? Cool.” He’d discovered that his own personal bullfighter was exceptional at lubing him up, not to mention satisfyingly eager about doing the job. He’d also discovered that saltwater pools were way easier on the eyes than chlorine.
“Hey, I might be tan by the time we get back to work.” Probably not, but it was worth a try.
“Maybe. I’ll make sure to keep you oiled up.” Coke grabbed the lotion. “Out of the water, honey.”
“Okay,” This was his favorite part. Dillon hauled hisblinding ass out of the pool and headed to one of the fancy lounge chairs. Coke hummed softly, straddling him, the heavy cock snuggled right against his thighs. Then the rubbing and touching and coconut-smelling good started.
Dillon moaned, letting Coke touch him, soaking up the sun and the heat from that sturdy body. Damn. Good. Coke’s hands worked him hard, thumbs sliding up and down his spine. It made his toes curl, made his back arch, and he hummed with it, letting Coke know it was good. Really good.
“You’re hot, honey.” Coke leaned forward, kissed his shoulder.
“I am. Oh. I mean, yes, it’s hot, but if you think I’m attractive, then that’s good, too.”Shut. Up. Dillon.
Coke snorted. “Honey, I think you’re the finest thing the good Lord ever put on earth.”
