Oh, Jesus.
He jerked, staring up at Beau as he deep-throated his man, swallowed around the tip. Fuck, he was gonna cream his jeans.
“Sam!” Beau shot hard, hips swaying back and forth fast and hard. Almost choked Sam, but he held on.
He swallowed, took Beau in, then scrabbled at his fly. He didn’t need much. Just a touch.
Fuck.
Beau knelt in front of him, hand on him, helping him get his cock out. Those callused hands felt like heaven.
“Boug.” He couldn’t say nothin’ else. Shit, he couldn’t even breathe.
“I got you, babe. I got what you need.” Beau’s thumb pushed against his slit. Hard.
He shot so good his teeth rattled, his entire universe going fucking silver around the edge.
Beau held him, one hand on his dick, the other on his shoulder, holding him up. Those light eyes never left his.
He grinned over. “Better.” That was the fucking understatement of the century.
“Much better. Good ride, babe.” Beau grinned back before kissing him.
“Thanks. I got us a check.”
“You did. You did good.” Beau sounded proud, but they both knew it was just the time off that he’d needed. The release of pressure.
He kissed Beau, grinned. “We did. Love you, huh?”
“Yeah, Poot. Yeah. Mine.” Beau kissed him back, holding on hard all of a sudden, right there. Urgent.
His eyes rolled a little, and fuck, it was good.
They broke apart, gasping for air. “Damn, Poot.”
“Mmmhmm.” Damn and whoa and all sorts of other good words.
They chuckled when Beau’s knee popped like lightning cracking. “Shower?”
“Yessir. Then we’ll call for pizza.” He was craving pepperoni.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Man, the crowd’s wild, huh?” Five rounds in and Sammy was in the lead to win the event, Beau rocking toward taking the title.
Again.
Sam grinned, nodded to himself as he warmed up. He had drawn Ballbuster and him and that bull had a good long reputation.
“You gonna ride, Bell?” AJ Gardner was bruised up but solid.
“You know it.”
“He’s not just gonna ride. He’s gonna win the round.” Beau grinned for him, ready to pull his rope.
“If me and Buster get our shit together, yeah.” He was rocking it.
“You will.” Beau sounded absolutely certain. Solid as a rock.
