“Shit.” Beau caught him, laughing, helping him rinse and turn off the water. “Come on, Poot. Bed.”
He grinned, swatted that fine, tight ass as they went. “‘S good, huh?”
“Real good.” Beau even wiggled for him a little
“Ooh! Shake it, Cajun!”
“Only for you.” Beau’s cheeks were hot when he turned around. The man was a hilarious mix of horny and modest.
“You know it.” He let himself puff up, get a little rumbly. He didn’t share.
“Shit, Poot, no one else would put up with me.” Beau grinned, leading the way to the bed.
He knew better. Adam Taggart would sell his brothers for Beau.
Beau settled in, naked and damp, inviting as hell. Damn. He sat close, hand on one of Beau’s hips. “You ready for a little break?”
“I am. Lord. It’s been a time.” Beau rolled toward him, hands on his thighs. “You?”
“Yeah. I want to just be home. Have our bed.”
“I hear you.” They snuggled together, melting down a little, sighing.
“You ain’t cooked for me in a month of Sundays, either.”
“Nope. Need to.” Beau had to be itching to make gumbo.
“Mmmhmm. I been thinking about working on the roping pen, mending the fences, all that.”
“Me, too. Horses have got to be fat by now.”
“Yep, and I ain’t been out in the pasture in too long.”
“Soon, babe.” Beau leaned on him, one hand moving lazily on his damp skin. “Soon.”
“Yeah.” He smiled, humming a little. “You heard anything ‘bout Jason?”
“No.” Sighing, Beau rolled to stare up at the ceiling. “I’m worried about him, you know? Something is real bad wrong.”
“Yeah?” He scooted closer. “So, call him.”
“You think?” Rough fingers grazed his hip. “I don’t want to impose. I know he…backed off.”
“So? You two were good friends ‘fore we hooked up. I always wondered if him and you weren’t…you know.” He waved one hand.
“Nope.” Chuckling, Beau rolled up to kiss his mouth. “If we was, you’d’ve hit him a lot. Or wanted to. I seen you around my exes.”
One of his eyebrows went up, and he wrapped his hand around his Cajun’s waist. “Who are you maligning, now? I ain’t got a jealous bone.” No, he had a ton of ‘em.
“Uh-huh.” He got a kiss for that. “Maybe I will call him.”
“You oughta. If there’s something wrong, you know Coke knows. And Coke cain’t help none, right now.”
“Yeah.” Nodding, Beau grinned. “Tomorrow.”
Oh, now. That smile made his toes curl a little bit, the mix of wicked and happy too perfect. “Tomorrow.”
They could get a lot of time in between now and tomorrow. Damn, that was a fine thing.
