“I’m waiting for someone to actually stuff it up his ass.” Dillon did one of his Shazaam moves, arms pumping.
“Now that would be something.” Jase’s expression got a little fierce. “You know he called me on my cell? Saying thank you when he won Baton Rouge?”
Oh, fucker.
Andy opened his mouth, looking like a thundercloud, butit was Dillon who piped up first. “I’ll rip his arm off and beat him over the head with it. I promise.”
Coke nodded. “You don’t worry on it, son. You wait until you win the whole shebang and then you can tell him thank you.”
“You know it.” Bax grinned, his love for that idea clear on his face.
“Shit. I’m still thinking on riding one bull eight seconds…”
Coke growled a little in his throat. “No. You’ll win it. You could before. You will now.”
Dillon was starting to bounce a little, and Coke was finding that meant things were getting awkward. Time to flip meat.
He got the burgers turned. “So AJ’s happy to be home, huh?”
Jason groaned and Andy hooted. “Lord, Coke. He’s like a tomcat.”
He could imagine so. That man loved Missy to distraction. She loved him right back, and they were solid as a rock. Still, he could see why the boys wanted to get gone awhile.
Laughing, Dillon wiggled suggestively. “AJ’s got his groove on.”
“Ew.” Jason sank into the water, bubbling a little and he just cackled.
Lord have mercy, this group of boys…
Suddenly he was feeling the weight of it again, the weight of knowing it was their job to keep these kids safe and whole. It didn’t matter none, if they were on the dirt or off. He knew his calling. When he glanced over at Dillon, the man was staring at him, head tilted like a puppy hearing a whistle. Those blue eyes held a knowing expression, and Dillon moved close, just sort of standing next to him. Offering support.
“Hey.” It helped. He didn’t know why. Didn’t care either.
“Hey.” Looking back to where Andy was helping Jase, who was floundering a bit, Dillon patted his ass. “You okay?”
“I’m good.” Now. He was real good. “Glad you’re here, cowboy.”
“Me, too, babe.” Those cheeks went pink, and Coke didn’t think it was the sun. “We need the boys to take a nap after, huh?”
“Yep. We could…visit. You and me.” Visit, up close and personal.
“We so could. I think we mightneedto.”
“Uh-huh.” His body tightened, his cock actually filling a little. He leaned down, whispered low. “I’m all about needing you.”
Now those cheeks went dark red. “Well, that’s good. I mean, since it goes both ways.”
“Yeah.” He got to smiling, his mood perking up like his dick. “Let’s have our burgers and get these boys settled, huh?”
“You know it.” Dillon gave himself a discreet thump. “You guys ready for food?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m always ready for a Coke-burger. God, I can’t remember the first time you cooked for me.”
“You were three.” He’d been nineteen and full of piss and vinegar.
“That was before you were fighting bulls, huh? You were still roping and riding back then.”
He nodded to Jason. “I was young and not real good at it.”
