“You know it. An adventure.” Grinning, Andy nodded toward the fridge. “One more beer?”
“Yessir.” He could stand another one. Or two. Possibly three. Lord knew he wasn’t driving.
“Let’s do it.” The man seemed much happier, much easier in his skin. He sure wished Beau was that easy to cheer up.
With Beau, it took a blow job, rather than a beer.
Andy grabbed them two more beers, and before he knew it, they’d emptied the fridge. Lord. He was chuckling, swaying, both of them acting more than a little stupid.
“What in hell are y’all doing out here?” Beau was always breaking up his fun.
“Drinking.” He grinned at Andy.
Andy nodded solemnly. “Yes. Indeed. Drinking.”
“How’s Jase?”
“Dozing. Benji came up while we were talking. They fell off together.”
He arched an eyebrow but didn’t say nothing. Jason? With kids?
“He’s good with Benj,” Andy said, looking perplexed as all hell.
“Good deal.” Everybody needed some kid that liked them, right?
Beau plopped down on a hay bale, stretching them short little legs. “Yeah. I miss anything good?”
“Me and Andy threw some punches, talked rodeoing. I was telling him I’d feel out some of the baby bullfighters to help out.”
“That’s a good idea.” Those pretty lips were pursed tight. “Jay Jay needs this, so we’ll do it.”
“Sure we will.” They needed to get with Pharris, though. He’d have the plan. That was how this shit worked. Coke wouldn’t have started the ball if he didn’t think it would roll.
“Good. Good. Andy, you might want to go rescue Jase. I’m going to go see if Missy needs anything.”
Andy nodded, knocked him on the shoulder, and headed out, leaving him and Beau staring at each other.
Beau finally moved, kind of like his ass was on fire, coming over to wrap a hand around his waist, going up on tiptoe to kiss him. Oh, hello. Sammy dropped his beer and got hold of Beau’s waist, all that solid muscle feeling so fine to him.
Beau hummed, one leg pushing in between his. “I needed that.”
“Mmmhmm.” Between the stress and the beer and the kisses, Sammy was feeling a little blinky.
“We should go have a nap. Missy has had hers.”
They had been on the road a bit. A good bit.
“Yeah.” He didn’t want to go into the house with all the kids, but he guessed there wasn’t a choice.
“We can sleep in the back of the truck if you want, Poot. AJ’s surely got an air mattress. I just don’t want to leave the lady wondering where we went.”
“Naw, it’s cool.” He winked. They prob’ly needed to jaw on everything, too. Sometimes God had a sick, sad sense of humor.
Beau smiled, the expression fond, knowing. “I love you more’n my good rope, Poot.”
“And I love you more than roping, Boug.”
Them was hard-core serious promises, there.
