“I seen some weird ones.” Hell, him and Natty had worked an event in Killeen, once, with this nut-burger guy in a green sparkly wig and a fat suit…
“The one she dared me on was an old bullfighter, and, man, he was good at that, but he wasn’t funny. I said a clown should be an entertainer, and she said if you’re so amazing, you try it.”
“Oh, cowboy, I’d give a lot to have seen your first show.”
Of course, he’d been there when John Dalton had brought Dillon in to audition. There had been something about Dillon then that had made them all stop and listen, something that had made even Ace’s best friend Steele smile.
Dillon Walsh was the best thing to happen to high level bull riding, and Coke had believed that right from the beginning.
“Now you’re more goofy. With the grin.”
“I was thinking about watching you work, is all.”
“Man, you were thinking about work?” They topped a little rise, and a town came into view, just like that. “That’s Pocatello.”
“Well, ain’t that a picture?” Just like a Christmas card or something—snowy and charming and shit.
“Yeah. That’s where we’ll go for supplies and stuff. My sis should have us provisioned for a few days, though.”
“She’s a good girl.” He’d heard so much about her, and she seemed solid, a horsey type.
“She is. Man, my shoulders need a rub when we get home.” Dillon rolled his neck, then checked the rearview for the puppies. Coke loved that happy expression when Dillon saw sleeping babies.
“I’m on it.” He was all about that fine body, oil, and rubbing.
“You so are. You have the best hands.” Suddenly the temperature in the cab went up maybe ten degrees. Coke grinned. His hands had learned every fucking square inch of that whipcord lean body.
“Now I’m thinking naughty.” Dillon shifted, legs spreading as much as they could.
He pretended to ponder on that. “I approve of naughty.”
“I know. I’ve seen how you approve. In a chair.”
Coke chuckled. “In a pool.”
“In the shower.” Dillon was grinning, heading off the main road now down a two-lane state highway.
“On the diving board…” That had been fun.
“Bouncy!” Dillon started jittering a little.
“Uh-huh. I like the new deckchairs, too.” The old ones hadn’t lasted past a…workout or two. Too much sun, Coke reckoned.
“Oh, God, yes. I like the adjustable bed.”
“Mmhmm.” He shifted, his cock waking up. “Kitchen table.”
That got him a remembering kind of smile. “That was a good one.”
Coke was grinning like a damn monkey. “Uh-huh.”
“Almost there, babe. You’ve been a trouper.” Dillon patted his leg again, fingers lingering.
“I just want to let the babies out and get the massage oil.”
Maybe see Dillon’s house.
“Mmm. Oil.” Dillon bounced. “I can’t wait for you to see.”
