“Yeah.” He could think of a few other good things on a hot day, like a shirtless Sam, which he was no doubt missing even now. Damn it. In fact, shirtless, shining in the sun Sam was probably at the top of his list, really.
Maybe he ought to con Denver into taking over so he could mosey back to the house. “You bring your gloves?”
“I did. You ready for me to take it for a while?”
“You bet. Back-breaking shit, man.” Still, it had felt good to do some work, to ride out on a horse like a real cowboy. He headed back, the paint moving easy under him. He could hear Sammy whistling from a ways away, hear the rhythmic sound of the hammer.
Beau was tickled when Sam came into view. Sure enough, he was shirtless, swinging away at the nails, sweat gleaming on his skin. Fine fucking man.
Sammy was straddling the saddle, denim stretched tight over that fine ass. Beau almost let out a wolf whistle like he would at home, but caught himself at the last minute. Damn.
He needed to take Sammy home for a while—they needed to tear it up. The things he could do with that ass made his mouth dry, so he tied up the paint at the corral and headed in to get another beer for him and one for Sam. Gave him an excuse to go stare at the man some more.
Sammy was in a good damn mood, too, singing with the radio and just working away like he was meant to be hammering.
Beau climbed up the ladder one-handed, beers clinking together. “Hey, Poot. Brought you a drink.”
“Oh, you are a gentleman and a scholar.” Sammy smiled at him, the look lighting his man’s face up.
“I try. Denver took over fencing. You see Dal and Houston, don’t send them his way.”
“Got it. Cheyenne took Missy and Mrs. Gardner to town.”
“Oh, good. Maybe Missy will relax a bit.” Hell, he hoped they took her to the doc and then maybe for a foot massage.
“Yep.” Sammy drank deep, throat working.
“Looking good, Poot.” He said it low, so only Sam could hear.
Those pretty eyes landed on him. “It’s good work. Sun feels good, too.”
“Yeah? Need a hand?” He could hammer with the best of them.
“Always.” Oh, ho! Someone was in a damn fine mood.
“I would so give you that, too.” Beau chuckled, stripping off his long-sleeved shirt, which left him in a white undershirt. He felt Sam’s eyes on him, like a touch. It made his nipples tighten, made his cock twitch. Sammy had a way with making him want, zero to sixty in seconds.
“I ever tell you that I like to watch you ride?”
“Huh?” His head snapped off, and he all but slid off the roof. “Yeah. Some.”
“Yeah. You got a great seat.”
“Thanks. I like the way you hold on until the ride is over.” Beau got into the spirit of it, really grinning now.
“That’s me, Boug. In it for the whole way.”
“I know. You’re stubborn. Amazing.” He flirted shamelessly.
“Oh, now. I ain’t the champ. I just watch the champ’s butt.”
“You’re mine.” Beau lowered his voice again, but he said it with everything in him. Sammy gasped, cheeks going a warm, bright red. God, he loved this man. Every so often he forgot how much. “You about ready to get home, Boug?”
“I am. Hank is on his way. Did Denver tell you?”
Sam nodded. “I know it’s selfish, but I need to be home for a bit.”
“Well, we can leave in the morning, I think.” Missy had plenty of help now, and Miz Gardner was going to keep it going.
