It took Beau maybe five minutes to get out, just saying goodnight to people, telling them to eat what they wanted and bed down anywhere but his room. Petunia would need the bed in there.
He saw the finest ass in bullriding head into the cabin. Oh, he would follow that anywhere. Anywhere. Beau adjusted his jeans and headed off down the path.
He could hear the whistling—happy and sweet and kinda dirty. Grinning, he wandered right on in, hands already reaching for that ass. Beau figured he’d earned it.
“Boug.” Sammy pushed right back against his touch, moaning deep.
“Hey, Poot.” He laughed for the pure joy of touching, kissing the back of Sam’s neck. “You look good.”
“I feel good. We’re home.” There was a wealth of fucking satisfaction in that voice.
“I know. We got two whole weeks, too.” That was the best part. They could bask.
“Yeah. Yeah. Beau, I got me a need.”
“I bet you do.” He would give Sam anything, just fucking anything. Especially if it made the frown go away.
“I do. It’s Cajun shaped. It needs filling.”
“Hoo yeah.” He grinned, nipping at one shoulder.
Sammy’s fingers slipped around, tugged him in close as that bubble butt rubbed. Lord, that was gonna make his knees weak.Beau grunted, his hips rocking. “Damn, babe. We need to go to bed, huh?”
“Yeah, buddy.” Sammy stepped forward, keeping him close.
“C’mon, Poot.” Beau followed, rubbing and swaying, almost dancing.
There was an old bed in there, soft and comfy, simple and sturdy. They loved that bed, had moved it out here when they’d gotten a better one for Sam’s back. But one night every so often, well, that was okay.
He could hear Sam working his buckle open, unzipping his fly. Christ. That made his mouth water. They stopped before the bed, and Beau reached around, hunting for what was bare now. Sammy was hard as a rock, prick already blazing hot and wet at the tip.
“Fuck, babe. You’re rarin’ to go.” Beau rubbed against that tight ass, his free hand tugging at Sam’s jeans.
“Been watching you all night.”
“I know. Saw you. Made me hot.” It had made him crazy, those bright eyes all over him like that.
Sammy wriggled out of his jeans, letting him have more skin. “That what you want?”
“Hell, yes. I love how hot you are.” He loved everything about Sam. He wasn’t kidding anyone if he said he didn’t. Sammy chuckled, and fuck, that sound was hot. Even hotter when Sam crawled onto the bed on hands and knees.
“You okay, babe? Your back and all?” He wouldn’t do Sammy that way, but he’d sure love to stay this way until they got all ready. It was so pretty.
“I’m good.” Sam spread for him, balls drawing up.
“So am I.” He laughed, stripping down quick and climbing up on the bed, with a tiny detour to the nightstand for lube. Which was still full. Speaking of, he needed to call the old man, see when he was coming back to work.
Sam wiggled, reminding him that he was supposed to be paying attention. Reminding him that he loved that ass. His hands landed right where they belonged, fingers digging in. Sammy moaned for him, pretty as you please.
“God, I want you, babe.” His cock was all about it, too, hard and aching.
“I’m all over that.”
He eased Sam over, protecting that sweet back.
That way he could see those pretty eyes, too. Sam could make him feel ten feet tall, just with a glance. “Gettin’ all mushy on you, Poot.”
One callused hand cupped his dick. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
