“Have a seat. You want a beer?”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” Adam sat, feeling like a dancing bear. Totally out of place.
Landon handed him a Bud Light, then sat on the bed, staring over at him. Adam sat for a moment, turning the bottle in his hands. Then he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Landon.”
“Good. You oughta be.”
He cracked a smile finally. “I know. I’m damned ashamed of myself.”
“I don’t care about that, cher. I care that you’re ashamed of me.”
Adam nodded, licking his lips. “I get that. But I’m not. Too stupid to know what to say, maybe, but not ashamed. You’re a good man, Landon.”
“I am.” Landon nodded, not blinking away from him a bit. The set of Landon’s shoulders told him what it cost his lover to be so brave. “I ain’t book learned and I know it, but I ain’t stupid. I try to be wise.”
“Well, I can’t say it was wise to jump on that bull.”
“Jason was in trouble. I could help. He’s special, even I know that.”
His hand clenched around the beer bottle. “So are you.”
Landon just watched him. Close. Intense. “What you want, cher? Why you here?”
“I want you.” He held up his other hand to keep Landon from interrupting. “Physically, yes, but it’s more than that, okay?”
To his surprise, Landon nodded. “You done been made to want me, like I want you. I dreamed about you, my whole life.”
His first instinct would be to deny it. Magic was not part of Adam’s vocabulary. He was learning, though. Trying to understand, if not believe. Instead, he just nodded. “I know.”
“Good.” Landon took a deep draw off his beer.
“So.” He took another deep breath. “I can’t claim I’ll understand everything. I’m impatient and damned intolerant.”
“And grumpy.” Landon didn’t have to be so helpful, did he?
“But I want to be with you.” He pressed his lips together, this whole sharing thing starting to irk him. He hated to crawl.
“Okay.” Landon just stared him down.
“Damn it, Landon, you’re not helping a bit.” He grinned a little, setting his beer aside and reaching for Landon.
“I don’t have to. You be the one in the doghouse. You got to suck up but good.” Landon winked at him and Adam just loved that son of a bitch. It filled up his whole chest.
“Well, sucking I can do. Talking, you know that ain’t my strong suit.” He took a kiss, so relieved to be touching Landon again he could hardly stand it.
His.
He pulled the tight body close, needing to feel Landon against him. Landon might be talking a big game, but his body said yeah, now please. Landon wrapped around him, arms about his neck.
“Fuck, you taste good, cher.”
“So do you, honey. Love how good you are.”
Landon pinked, but he got him a smile, and that was what he wanted. He wanted more, too, right now. He lifted Landon right up close. The bed was small, but solid, and he hoped to hell it would hold them both. If not, well, he’d just have to get Beau and them a new one.
“You thinkin’ I’m gonna just give it up to you?” Landon laughed for him, that sound happy, wild and pure Cajun. One he hadn’t been sure he’d hear again.
“A man can hope, honey.” He chuckled right back, pressing that lean, brown body down, working at clothes.
