“Mmm. Sounds good.” Sam stayed close, fingers exploring him.
“It does, huh? We got some time.” Before the food, before checkout.
“Time.” Sammy landed on his lap, hands wrapped around his hip, stubbly cheek on his.
“Uh-huh. Before room service. After that, we got a whole day and night.” He reached down, cupping Sammy’s cock.
“Sounds like you have plans.” Sam met his eyes, hopeful. Happy. His cowboy.
“I do. I so do.” He wanted to eat the man alive.
“Good. I was so fucking mad. I did stupid shit, said shit. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know it, babe.” He always wanted to shower Sam with Cajun endearments, but he didn’t dare. Not until they retired, or he’d do it in public.
Sam nodded, smiled at him. Nobody loved him like his cowboy. Ever.
“I’m sorry, Poot. I should have called. Come home.”
“We’re buttheads.”
“We are, but we can admit it.” Things were sort of…wilting, so Beau started stroking.
“Uh…” Sam licked his lips, hips sliding on his thighs.
“Uh-huh.” Yeah. Hot, getting hard for him again. Damn. Sammy’s eyes rolled back, hands landing on his shoulders. Beau moaned, bucking up, panting a little. He needed so bad so fast that his balls ached.
“You make me fucking crazy.” He knew that. He couldseethat.
“Good. Works for me, too.” Everything about Sammy did it for him.
“Beautiful fucking Cajun. I kept puppies for us. The best one.” Jesus, Poot was a dork.
“You did, huh? I want to see.”
“When you come home.”
“I can have a week after the next event. I’ll fly.” Beau was determined.
Sammy shook his head and he almost growled, then the beautiful bastard kept talking. “We will. Whoever’s pulling your rope’s doing a shitty job. ‘Sides it’s fixin’ to be Finals.”
Beau felt his face stretch in a huge grin. “My hero.”
“Yeah, right.” Sam swacked him lightly.
“I ain’t lyin’, Poot. You’re it for me.” Damn it, he would make Sam believe it if it killed them.
“Good, ‘cause me and the dogs and the horses, we need you. Bad.”
“Yeah?” It felt good to hear it. Real good.
“Yeah, Beau. Swear to God.”
He just nodded, his lips finding Sam’s again. He needed to hear it. Thank God Sammy said it.
His cowboy tasted fucking sweet and he held on, pushing his tongue into Sam’s lips. This was the good stuff. This was why he just never could let go. This was why Sammy was the man he would give up bullriding for.
Sammy crawled over him, pushing him down onto the messed-up sheets and covering him so their bellies rubbed. Beau hummed, hands shaping to Sam’s ass. So good. So tight and perfect, that butt. Finest ass in bullriding, in fact.
