He caught Dillon, dragging him right on in and kissing that pretty mouth but good.
“Mmm.” Wrapping around him like an octopus, Dillon kissed him back, sharing the flavor of peach ice cream.
His hands found that tight little ass, squeezing and rubbing away, sorta jonesing on having it right there.
“Hey. Kiss me again?” Those hot hands clutched at him, pulling him right against Dillon’s chest.
“I can do that.” Coke tugged Dillon in, kissing him good and hard. They kissed deep, Dillon pushing into his mouth,tasting him all over. Those hands were moving now, sliding against his back.
That touch felt good on places that never did nothing but hurt and he moaned, the sound pushing into Dillon’s mouth. He felt the tiny smile against his lips, felt how Dillon loved to make him feel good. Damn, but that man was so much more than folks gave him credit for. It was a shame, because he was smart—from computers to current events to music, Dillon knew fucking everything. Those strong fingers found his lower back, digging in some, easing the pressure from standing at the grill. He was just gonna melt like butter on corn.
“Dillon.” His head fell back, his mouth open.
“Uh-huh. Love touching you, babe.” Those fingers worked magic, making him hot, making him not hurt a bit.
He was gonna explode into a zillion happy bullfighter pieces. No shit.
Dillon moaned, licking the corner of his mouth. “Better?”
“So good. Your touch is so goddamn good.”
A soft chuckle sounded, and Dillon went back to work on him, fingers sliding all up and down his spine in a slow glide.
“I want you.” It was easier and easier to say.
“Well, we should get somewhere more comfy, then, huh? Bed or pool?”
He thought about that. “Bed. We could watch movies.” Snuggle.
“I like movies. I like you. It’s a plan.” Bouncing a little, Dillon hopped up and eased him out of his chair.
It was like magic, heading to his – to their – room, climb into bed, make each other feel good.
Make each other feel just right.
Dillon nuzzled his throat, humming. “I could get used to this. Have I mentioned that?”
“Mmm. Maybe. You can whenever.”
“You rock.” That lean body was getting heavier by the minute, Dillon just resting on him.
“No. That’s your job. I just keep folks put together.”
“That’s it. You make me fly apart sometimes, huh?” Dillon’s fingers traced little patterns on his chest.
“That’s a good thing. We’ll go with it, you and me.”
“We will. I almost don’t want to go back to work.”
Oh, now, he knew that was bull. Dillon loved to perform. “Uh-huh. You’ll be ready and so will I. We got the best jobs on earth.”
“We do.” Grinning, Dillon cuddled close. “We also get the best time off. I say it’s a win-win.”
“You know it, cowboy.” He patted Dillon’s ass, just happy with the whole goddamn world.
Hopefully he could stay that way. At least for a little while.
Chapter Twenty
