“You.” Sammy arched, throat working, and spunk poured over his hand, his belly.
“Oh, Sam.” His. Sam was so his.
Those robin’s egg blue fucking eyes rolled a little, met his. “Ain’t gonna leave you, Boug.”
“No. No, you ain’t.” No way. He wasn’t gonna let Sam go, even if the man was on his last fucking breath.
Sam dragged him down, kissed him long and steady until that sick worry eased up. “You hungry now?”
“I am.” He nuzzled Sam’s cheeks, the heavy whiskers scraping now that he could think.
That got him a low, rumbling hum that he’d know anywhere. His Sam, happy.
That was pretty damned good, especially after the day they’d had. ‘Course, he guessed theirs had been better than Coke’s.
He’d take that in a heartbeat.
Chapter Two
“Nattie called. Coke broke out of the damn hospital.” Sammy leaned against the bathroom door, watching Beau shower. They were in…Utah? Colorado? Colorado, he thought, heading for another event. He’d felt like hammered shit, leaving Coke, but what was he supposed to do?
“Broke out?” Those pale eyes blinked at him through the water, Beau shaking his head. “Lord. We need to hunt him down?”
“Nope. Your boyfriend’s going to get him.”
“You are?” Beau gaped at him. “But we got to ride.”
He grinned, heading over to reward that with a happy, hard kiss. “We do. Meant Taggart.”
He squeezed Beau’s ass.
Beau frowned and pinched his ass in return. “Not. My. Boyfriend.”
“No?” Sam couldn’t help smiling. “You want some coffee, Boug?”
“I do. Kiss me again first.” Wet, hot, Beau’s kiss was just what he needed.
His hands found that warm, soapy belly, rubbing on it, loving on it. Beau’s hands slid along his back, down to his butt. Damn. His Cajun was a little fascinated. He pushed back, arching into it a little.
“I swear, Poot. You got the best ass in bull riding.” Beau laughed, the sound more joy than anything now, the worry washing away.
“So you say.” And so long as Beau thought it, he’d go with it.
“Weirdo. I do say, so it must be true.” Hard muscle shifted under his touch, Beau’s abs like steel.
“My Cajun. Bringer of all wisdom.” He nuzzled the soft, fuzzy belly.
“You know it.” Beau hummed now, just…loving on him. Hands moving on his shoulders, Beau shifted, pressed, let him know he was wanted.
Sam gave up teasing and pushed into the tub, his hands fucking fascinated as he grabbed a bar of soap and started washing his man.
“Mmm. What were we talking about?” Beau was solid and hot, slick as anything.
“How tight your belly is.”
“Oh. Okay.” Grinning, Beau petted his shoulders and arms.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He nodded, going all baby-headed.
