“The pie was good.” Coke’s arms wrapped around him. “Water. Soaking. Together.”
“Yeah. I got it fired up while you were napping.” Steam was pouring out, and the heated tiles would keep their feet warm. Coke let him strip them down, then they headed into the cold, wrapped in their heavy robes.
Dillon was suddenly glad he’d had the tub put in, especially when Coke slid into the water up to his neck. The sound Coke made was worth it all.
Coke drew him right in close, nuzzled his temple. “Cowboy.”
“Hey, you.” Dillon took a kiss. “Better?”
“Mmhmm. Head’s doing good.”
“Your back?” He could almost feel Coke melt.
“Feels like heaven in here.”
“It does.” Mainly because he was there with Coke. He loved that man silly.
Coke’s fingers moved nice and slow, petting him. “Your sister did good, honey. She says y’all don’t usually have so many folks at Thanksgiving.”
“Nope. Christmas should be much quieter.” Thing was, with folks in the area knowing not just Coke but Nate was there, cousins had turned up from all over. Their kids had all wanted to meet the famous bullfighters. It was a little embarrassing.
“What do you want for Christmas?” Coke was starting to kiss his shoulders.
“Huh? Oh, I’m easy, babe.” He didn’t really care as long as they had time together. “Not fruitcake.”
“No. No, I don’t like that. I think we should make snacky foods and just relax.”
“Yeah?” He could see that. That would be a hoot. “Sue will have roast and shit, we can drop by. We’ll do simple here.”
“Good deal.” Coke sighed, but it didn’t sound pained. “Jesus, I haven’t had a headache like that in a long time.”
“I had never seen it.” He wasn’t bitching—he just needed to know these things.
“Sorta hoped you wouldn’t have to.”
“Oh.” Well, he could see that, he guessed. “I need to know how to take care of you as good as you do me, babe.”
Coke hummed, nodded. “That’s fair.”
“Mmmhmm.” Damn, the bubbles felt good. Dillon hadn’t realized he was so tense, too.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Dillon.” Coke sounded purely happy.
“Same to you, babe. I hope it was a decent one, even with everything.”
“It was great. We were together.”
“We were. Our first.” He would bet that Coke would be hungry after they got out of the water.
“We’ll get better at it every year.”
“You know it.” He and Coke would have a lot of years to practice—Dillon was gonna make sure of that. No matter what.
Chapter Fifteen
“Okay, Hoss. I’ll call you. We’re meeting at AJ’s on the third?”
Coke hugged Nate, nodded. “That’s the plan, Nattie. We got work to do. Enjoy the beach.”
