“I see you guys are having fun.”
Lucas walked over and looked over Tucker’s shoulder at what they were doing. He rested his hand on the man’s shoulder as he leaned over picking up the drawing they were coloring.
“Hey, stop interrupting us,” Tucker groused playfully grabbing at the paper, but stopped then moaned and sniffed the air and Lucas found it a bit adorable. “What am I smelling?”
“That would be the hickory chips I added to the grill,” Lucas told him. “Speaking of which I need to go and check on them.”
“Well, go ahead and handle whatever you need to do, Zoi and I got this.”
He took the paper away and for a split second Lucas was about to lean in and do what, exactly, he wasn’t sure. He stepped back and hoped Tucker did read things differently. Lucas put the action in the back of his mind and checked on the meat cooking on the grill, and they were almost done to perfection—medium-well, just the way he liked it. Taking them off the grill, he went back into the kitchen and added the seasoned butter he’d made earlier to the top of his steaks giving it more flavor.
“God, they smell good,” Tucker said from behind him.
“I see that I’ve already impressed you and you haven’t even tasted it yet.”
“Well, I’ll admit my defeat, Hamilton, if they taste as good as they smell.” Lucas didn’t turn around to look at Tucker, but he heard the smile in his tone.
“Okay, give it another few minutes, and then we can eat.” He turned and smiled when he saw Zoi reaching for Tucker. They were getting along, and Lucas had no idea why it mattered that his daughter and hisfriend got along.
* * *
“All right,Hamilton, I tip my hat to you. That was a wonderful dinner,” he said lifting his beer bottle to his lips taking a long swig.
Lucas stood up and took a well-deserved bow. “Thank you.”
Tucker threw his napkin at him for his silliness. “Yeah, yeah,” he said as he stood taking his dish with him, putting it in the sink. “Keep rubbing it in.”
“I tell you what, next time I’m in your neck of the woods you can wow me with your culinary skills,” Lucas said to him.
“Not gonna happen,” Tucker told him. “I will freely admit that I suck when it comes to cooking. I can pick a delicious dish from a restaurant menu.”
Lucas burst out laughing. “So now the truth comes out. You were using me for other things.”
I could use you for other things like riding my cock. Shit, where the hell did that thought come from?Tucker shrugged his shoulders admitting his defeat and ignoring the thought that popped into his head.
“I tell you what, as payback for cooking, I’ll clean up while you get Zoi ready for bed.”
“You don’t have to,” Lucas said with a blinding smile that did something to Tucker. “I can take care of it,” Lucas said to him while lifting Zoi out of her seat.
“Nah, fair is fair.” Tucker waved him off then started clearing the rest of the dishes off the table and putting them in the sink.
“All right, come on, Zoi, let’s get you ready for bed.”
Tucker looked back as Lucas walked out of the kitchen and he smiled listening to Zoi babble to her father. His eyes trailed down Lucas’ back stopping at his butt, and for a split second, his mind stuttered over the enticing thought of seeing how perfect the globes were without being covered with clothes. The same thing happened while they were playing pool. He kept watching Lucas’ every move. He was aware of the man’s presence.
From the scent of his cologne to the small dimple in his chin. It gave Tucker ideas he was sure Lucas would kick his ass if he knew what he was thinking. Tucker wasn’t sure what the hell was going on with him. Granted he hadn't spent a lot of time with the Hamiltons like Julian, but he’d never once given a thought to having a man ride his cock. He grunted when his cock jerked and showed interest athis thought once again. Furrowing his brows, Tucker turned his focus on cleaning up the kitchen, which took him no time at all. He was drying his hands when Lucas walked back into the kitchen with Zoi in his arms.
“A little someone wanted to say good night,” Lucas told him.
Tucker walked over, took Zoi out of Lucas’ arms and kissed her on the forehead, whispering good night before handing her back to her father.
“Hey, give me a few minutes to get her to sleep,” Lucas told him.
“I can leave if you want. I remember how hard it was getting Laura down to bed at that age. Sometimes Rochelle and I would sit outside her bedroom door waiting to hear her breathing even out.”
“Nope,” Lucas said to him. “She’s still tired even though she took a nap earlier. Go watch television until I get back.”
“You know, I just noticed something,” Tucker said.
