His cheeks went red—he could feel them. “Huh? You ready?”
“Sure.” Thank God, Dillon let it drop. They had a long way to go before the hotel.
Still, he took a long glance at that ass before he got in the truck.
“I saw that.” Chuckling, Dillon got the puppers settled, gave them each a biscuit.
“Saw what? I was just getting in.”
Getting in.
Coke chuckled.
“Uh-huh. Perv.” Dillon just cackled.
He stuck his tongue out, rolling his eyes.
“Mmm. Nice.” Those light eyelashes fluttered, Dillon batting them.
“Turkey.” He leaned over, goosed Dillon’s leg.
“Uh-huh. Gobble.” The snow started falling faster, heavy flakes plopping on the windshield.
“Can you drive a motorcycle?” Sometimes it made him a little gobsmacked, the things he didn’t know about Dillon, and vicey-versy. Hell, till Dillon’d come out to the house, the man hadn’t known about his pool, and that was his favorite thing on God’s earth. Jesus, look at that snow.
“Uh-huh. My Harley only comes out in the summer, though. Which, you know, it was in Idaho when I was in Texas this summer.”
He nodded. Dillon on a Harley. Dillon straddling a Harley. He could hardly breathe at the vision that popped into his head. Lord, that was a hell of a trigger fantasy.
“You okay, babe?”
“Uh-huh. Good.” A little hard, but good.
“You sure?” That sideways glance told him Dillon knew.
He chuckled, shrugged. “I think things about you, you know that.”
“I do. I think things, too, but I’m not sure a bike ever figured in.”
“I like the idea.”
“I do, too.” Yeah, Dillon was starting to do the little finger-tapping, leg-jumping thing that meant hot, not impatient.
“I bet it’d be fine, watching you ride.” Coke was getting a little…shivery.
“It’s a great thing. If we were gonna ride, though, I’d have to get a new bike. One with a seat rest that would be good to your back.”
Oh, now. There was a thought. He could snuggle right up to that sweet ass. There would be vibrations and Dillon singing and moving and driving him crazy…
Coke shifted, cock filling, aching in the best way.
“Mmm. Babe, I swear. You smell like heaven.” Dillon patted his leg, high up on his thigh.
“This is amazing, you and me.” On the road, on break.
“You know it. I like you and me.” Dillon gave him that smile again, the one only he saw.
“Yeah.” He took Dillon’s hand, squeezed it, and said a prayer of thanks for his cowboy, for the fact that Sam Bell’d woke up, that he was going to see Dillon’s house.
