“Anything.”
He wished Adam meant it. He knew better. Adam’s heart was with another Cajun. More than one cowboy had been happy to tell him all about how the good Lord had pointed it wrong. Didn’t mean he couldn’t hope to push Beau Lafitte right out of his cowboy’s chest.
He braced himself, took Adam in to the root, hole squeezing the man, right at the base.
“Landon!” It was his name coming out of Adam’s mouth in a shout, now, wasn’t it?
“Oui. Oui, cher. Come on now.”
“Now. Yes.” Adam came for him—Landon felt it in every bone in his body.
He grabbed his cock, jacking himself hard and fast. Adam let him for maybe half a minute, then that big, callused hand wrapped around his, helping him. “Yes. Yes, cher. Just so.” He was going to lose his fucking mind.
“I got you. Come for me, honey. Want you to come.”
Adam’s teeth nipped his shoulder, digging in with a sting that sent him over the edge. He rocked, moaning as his balls emptied. God, Adam was like to kill him.
What a way to go, though. Lord, lord.
Adam flopped down against him, panting, patting his hip.
“Good thing you got good walls on this thing, Cher.”
“Uh-huh.” Adam chuckled. “We caterwaul.”
“Mmmhmm.” He snuggled back. “Lord, you can ride but good.”
“I have lots of practice.” There was a short, weird silence before Adam snorted. “I meant horses, okay?”
“I hear you. Ain’t never seen someone ride like a Taggart. Makes me happy, you.”
“You’re pretty silly, honey.” Landon could hear Adam smile, though. He figured he could make Adam happy if the man let him.
“Life is too short to not have you your joy.” His Maw-Maw had taught them that, years ago. Folks passed on, and, if you was all gloomy, then you might just become a feu follet for a bit, to teach you better.
Landon had no intention of becoming a foolish light, dancing in the dark to trick people. No, sir, him, he was going to love Adam into loving him back.
“You do amaze me, kid.” Adam kissed the back of his neck, making him shiver.
“Mmm. You wan’ to rest a second ’fore we have to make money?”
“I do.” Adam tried to be all curmudgeon-y, but the man did love to snuggle.
They stumbled to the air bed, kicking off leftover clothes before plopping down. Landon grinned. Someday they might just get to the bed before the sex happened.
Someday.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Adam whistled,letting the rhythm of cleaning out a stall with a shovel and pitchfork soothe his irritation. It wasn’t Bri’s fault that damned leg wasn’t healing, and it sure as hell wasn’t Chris or Brian’s fault that Adam was missing a certain nut-brown Cajun…
They’d been back at the ranch for a three week break, and Jason Scott and Andy Baxter were there with them, giving Missy and AJ Gardner some much needed time off.
And Adam was snarling at everyone.
So, he went to mucking stalls, humming to the yearlings as they nosed him over the gates.
