“You okay, cher?” Oh, man. That ‘cher’ was coming more and more often.
“Uh-huh. Just horny.” He watched the red rise in Sam’s cheeks.
“Are you now…” Look at that grin.
“I am. I mean, I was just casting my eyes on the finest man on earth…”
“No way, cowboy. That’s my job.”
“Oh, yeah?” He walked over, tugged at the hair on Sam’s belly, loving being able to touch at will.
“Tell you, gonna wax.”
He didn’t believe it.
“Not even close, Poot.” He tugged harder, loving the way it made Sammy squirm.
“Stings.” That didn’t sound like a complaint.
“Feels good to me.” Beau thought all of Sam felt good.
“I didn’t say it didn’t feel good, babe.” Sam took a step closer. “Love how you smell.”
“I’m all stinky.” He understood, though. He really did. Beau hooked his fingers in Sam’s waistband, pulling him close.
The coolers went down and Sam’s hands landed on his waist. “You’re mine. Kiss me.”
Mmm. Growly, happy Sammy. How could he resist that? He kissed Sam hard, his mouth moving on Sam’s. That hard, hot belly moved against him—fuck, that was something. Beau shoved one leg up between Sam’s, needing to feel something else hard and hot. Christ, his Sam was ready for him, pressingagainst that zipper. The hands at his waist tightened, Sam moaning deep against his lips.
That was it. That was what he needed, the most beautiful thing ever. Sam. Needing him. They rocked, just like they were riding, sure and steady and humping away. Hell, yeah.
Beau tried to get a little closer and they staggered, both of them nearly going ass over teakettle. They grinned at each other. “Blanket.”
Jesus, Sammy’s laugh left him weak-kneed and aching.
They tumbled down, pushing the dogs away from the coolers. The big hounds sniffed and snorted, but finally ran off to more interesting things. Sammy straddled his thighs, butt rubbing all up on him. Beau grabbed that round, tight ass and squeezed, loving how it filled his hands. “You’re something else, babe.”
“Just yours.” Sammy dipped his head, mouth on his jaw, sliding toward his chin.
“Mine. So mine.” They grinned again. They were doing that a lot, too. Smiling at each other like fools.
Maybe they should break up more often.
His fingers wrapped around Sam’s shoulders at the thought.
Nah.
Chapter Nineteen
Sam loved to be in the kitchen with his Boug.
Everyone teased Beau about the way his cooking burned a hole in the gut, but hand to God, it wasn’t really true. Sure, he cooked like a hardcore Cajun, but Sam loved it.
And while Beau had made gumbo not too long ago, tonight he was making shrimp and chicken jambalaya.
Sam couldn’t wait.
They had the holy trinity all chopped up, the andouille in Granny’s old black pot, and the chicken thighs waiting to go next.
