“No. No, I cain’t see I ever thought to do that.” That was a thing for fancy women and shiny men.
Adam made this rumbling noise that worked its way to Landon’s toes. Then came the jaw-cracking yawn. “You gonna call me old again if I need a nap?”
“Lawd, no, Vieux. It’s late, and we had some beers, us.” Landon let himself relax, lean in.
Adam squeezed him with one arm, yawning again. “Good deal.”
It took a second to find out where they fit together, but they did and it only took seconds for sleep to take him.
Who knew what would happen tomorrow? Tonight he had Adam, and that was enough to soothe his soul.
Adam woke up and blinked,trying to figure out why his right arm was still asleep. It was numb. Completely. Damn.
There was a nut-brown Cajun curled into his side, fingers on his belly.
Least there wasn’t any drool. Way better than his dog. He chuckled. That was mean. Landon was a good guy and amazing in the damned sack.
At his laugh, Landon grinned, still sound asleep. Christ, the kid was just cheery. It was as amazing as it was annoying. Once upon a time, Adam had been that happy go lucky.
Before Beau.
Fucking Cajuns.
Sighing, he tried to slide his arm free. He needed to take a whiz, maybe get some coffee.
“Mmm. Cher, warm me up, you.” Landon opened his eyes, smile widening. “Mornin’.”
How could he not grin back? It was impossible. “Morning.” He dropped a kiss on that smiling mouth.
Landon, pressed close, all along his body, just as bold as brass. Maybe the other stuff could wait. Adam was getting a waymore pressing need going. He lifted his not-asleep hand to push it into Landon’s hair.
Thick and soft, the curls wrapped around his fingers, held on to him. They were warm from sleep, too, just like Landon’s mouth when Adam bent to take a kiss. Slow and lazy, Landon gave him a low moan, hips rolling to snuggle their cocks together.
It was a fine good morning, that fuzzy skin soft and yet rough against him, Landon kissing him like there was nothing else to do all day.
Of course, there wasn’t. This was a lazy day before the travel started again, so he could luxuriate. Hell, he could wallow if he wanted to. And Adam wanted.
He wanted every fucking inch of this tight little body.
Tilting Landon’s chin up, Adam worked his way down the stubbly chin, nipping at the skin of Landon’s throat. Every time he hit a hot spot, Landon gasped, arched up underneath him. There was one right at the hollow of Landon’s collarbone. Another just over Landon’s right nipple.
So fucking eager and responsive, Landon’s fingers explored him, coming up with his own tender bits. Not just the ones down below, either. Landon found all sorts of places that made Adam’s muscles jump and twitch.
Their legs were all tangled together, Landon’s cock cuddled on his belly. It was hard for him, hot, leaking on his skin. He loved the feel of that, the way they fit together.
Crazy. He didn’t usually stick around in the morning. He hadn’t planned to let Landon hang out this long. Adam had been determined to blow Landon’s mind, then send the kid on his way. He could still do that, later.
After this. Maybe after this and after a post-breakfast round with that perfect tight ass. He’d settle for a nice rub-off right now. The kid had to be a touch sore.
“Damn, you so hot.” Landon bit at his collarbone, teeth dragging on his skin.
“Me?” He snorted. “You’re a firecracker, honey. Make me crazy.”
“Can live with that, me.” Landon’s fingers were on his belly, his hip, his inner thigh.
“Good.” Too much talking. It was time for more doing, and Adam rolled on top of Landon, bearing down.
Landon wrapped around him like a limpet, bucking right into his body. Hell, the kid was a damned good rider in the sack. Adam had to wonder why he wasn’t so good in the arena on the bulls. He grabbed Landon’s hands, intending to tug them over Landon’s head, and Landon twined their fingers together, bringing one to his mouth.
