“No?” His back arched, his cock pushing into the touch. “Supposed to be gettin’ you all slick.”
“Mmmhmm. You get me wet, I’ll return the favor.” Sammy licked his lips.
“You know it.” The lube tried to resist him, but Beau was damned determined. He got it open, got his fingers coated.
He moved around to the side of the bed, smiling as Sam’s hand wrapped around his hip and urged him toward that mouth. Beau got to pushing against Sam’s hole before Sam sucked him in, which was good, because that mouth was enough to make him forget his name.
Sam was making happy sounds, not worrying about folks listening, about anything but them. No one would come down. The family gave them their time alone, for sure. Beau slid two fingers inside, feeling Sam’s heat. That tight little hole clenched around his touch, rippling hard.
“Sammy.” His. This was all his, and nothing mattered as much as this. Nothing.
“Mmmhmm.” Sammy’s tongue lapped against his cock.
“Oh. Oh, babe.” That felt so good that it sent little electric shocks up and down his spine.
Heated, happy eyes met his as that mouth popped off him. “I want you in me, now.”
“Yeah, buddy.” Hell, yes. Beau moved, his dick wet and bouncing, settling on the bed between Sam’s legs. Those lean legs drew up, Sam spreading for him. “Goddamn, you’re hot.” Beau grabbed his cock and lined it up, pressing in as smooth as he could.
“Beau.” Shit, he loved when Sammy said his name like that, like he was the center of the whole damn world.
“I got you, babe.” Inside. He was inside now, and Beau started to move, rocking back and forth.
Sammy’s hands were all over him—gripping his arms, teasing his nipples, drawing him down for a kiss. Someone was so hungry. So fucking happy to be home. It would break his heart later. Right now, it just made him move faster, moaning loud.
“Yeah. Yeah, Boug. Need you.” He knew. Beau could feel it, all around his fucking dick.
“Harder, huh?” Beau moved faster, harder, remembering that he had hands. He got like that when he rode. A little too focused.
“Fuck…” Sammy’s eyes went wide, muscled arms slamming up and grabbing the headboard.
“Hell, yes.” Hips rocking, he really got into it, really let Sammy have it. He grabbed that swinging cock and stroked, loving on it. He felt it along every inch of his hard on when Sammy tightened.
“Oh, fuck!” His body bucked, his spine about to snap in two.
He barely noticed the heat on his fingers—his whole world was centered in his prick, his balls as they emptied.
They slumped together, both of them breathing hard. “Love you, babe.”
“Love.” Sammy’s heart was beating hard.
“Mmm. Yeah. This was what we needed, Poot.” So bad.
“Yes, sir. Home. God, we’re home.”
“Mmmhmm.” He moved off to one side, gathering Sam close, letting that sore back have some support.
Sam grinned over at him, rubbed their noses together. “The gumbo was good tonight.”
“It was, huh? Granny made some mojo with me.” Granny always made it even spicier.
“It was.” Sam looked ten years younger, just from the few hours here.
Beau figured they just needed a way to get here more often. They could do it. They were smart dogs.
Maybe not as smart as Petunia.
Chapter Nine
