The words hung there for a second and it was like a lightbulb came on. He put his hands on his hips, planting his feet and gearing up to fight, just like he’d gear up to ride. “Uh-huh. You’re just a worthless piece of shit, broke-dick cowboy, ain’t you, Poot?”
“Fuck you.” Oh, look at those cheeks go red, hands balling up into fists.
“Well, why not say it? It’s what everyone is thinking, huh? Joa was out there pulling rope for you, thinking how you was gonna fall off and then him and Balta could have a good laugh, right?” Sometimes Sam got so stupid that all Beau could do was rile him up.
Those shoulders bunched and Sam moved so goddamn fast he didn’t even see the upper cut land on his jaw. “I may be fucking broke-dick, but I ain’tsharingyour ass, you understand me?”
Staggering, Beau flailed out and caught the bathroom door so he didn’t go down. Then he launched himself at Sam, tackling him back against the sink counter. “I never said you had to, you bastard.”
He heard Sam’s back creak, then those hands landed on his arms, shaking him good.
They bounced off the bathtub, the wall, and the door again before they ended up on the tile out in front of the hotel room door, their knees hitting hard. Beau finally gave in and grabbed Sam’s ears, pulling the man in for a hard kiss.
Sam grunted, hands on his hips, dragging him in tight so fast their skin slapped. Oh, hell yeah.
Pushing, Beau put Sam on the floor, straddling those lean hips and rocking, staring right into Sam’s eyes. “Yours.”
“Prove it.”
Groaning, Beau bent down and kissed Sam again, working at whatever cloth there still was between them, needing to have skin. Needing to touch. He traced the new bruises, knowing why Sam was feeling so damned old. Sam’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck, tongue pushing against his, stealing his breath away.
Yeah. Yeah, that was it. He was there. All Sam had to do was take. Hell, he hadn’t even thought of Adam that way in... years, he guessed. Not since way before Sam lost it one night and planted a kiss on him that stomped him harder than any fucking bull ever had. Since then... Shit. He knew where he belonged.
The kiss went on and on, Sam working his fly open, hand on his belly.
Christ, that felt good. Beau sucked his breath in, letting Sam have all the skin he could reach.
“Boug.” Sam’s lips caught his chin, touching the red spot that was gonna become a bruise.
“Yeah. Yeah, Sam.” He pushed into Sam’s touch, needing more.
Sam got a hold of his cock, wrapping right around it. “Mine, huh?”
Sam groaned, those bright blue eyes gone wide. He tried not to grin, knowing he had Sam right there with him, not thinking about nothin’ but how good it felt, how hot they were together.That’s what his Poot needed—a little reminder about what was what.
Beau bent and sucked up a mark on Sam’s neck, pulling good and firm, wanting his man to feel it. To know who he was with.
“Beau. Beau. Fuck!” Sam swallowed hard, hands wrapping around his shoulders.
“That’s the idea, babe. I promise. We’ll get to it.” Grinning, he waited for Sam to laugh for him, waited to see that face light up.
That last bit of tension faded from his cowboy and Sam set to laughing, the sound deep and real and right.
“That’s it.” Beau rubbed hard against that solid body, letting Sam feel how het up he was.
“Feels good.” Sam spread a little wider, heels digging into the floor.
“It’ll feel even better if we get all these clothes off.” He liked it hard and fast, but he wanted to touch everything.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Sam started working on him, tugging and pulling at his clothes. “Fine motherfucker.”
“You’re the fine one, babe. I swear.” Muscled and fuzzy and bruised… Oh, Beau bent and kissed along Sam’s ribs, following a dark line of scrapes. That tanned skin goosepimpled up for him and he could smell Sam, all of a sudden—strong and hot. Smiling, he nuzzled in, then licked, loving how damned warm Sam’s skin was, how pretty. Yeah, he was a shallow bastard. So what?
“Boug. Boug, you make me all… damn. Damn, cher.” Lord, Sam was mouthy, just jabbering away.
“Mmmhmm.” He was busy. Focused. In fact, there was a part of Sam that he needed to love on some. Sliding down, Beau licked at Sam’s cock, the weight of it settling in his palm so he could push it to his mouth.
Damn, there was nothing quite like his Sam—salty and strong, male and just right. Licking, pulling, Beau took Sambetween his lips, sucking like a damn Hoover. Oh, yeah, that was just the ticket. Fucking perfect.
