“You done fished a toad of teeth,” Sam said. “Good job, you. Beer after.”
“You know it.” He’d had more beer in the last week than he’d had in a year. Maybe since Beau’s last fais do do.
Adam snorted, right there on the beast’s neck. “After I beat your ass.”
“Huh? I caught it. Nice ropin’, by the way.”
“You should never have been under there.” Adam gave him a hard glare.
“Mr. Beau asked me to.” Silly cowboy. Always so worried about things that couldn’t really hurt him. Too much.
“Well, that doesn’t mean you have to do it.” Adam grimaced when the ’gator grunted. “You could have gotten killed.”
“Me?” He was a Cajun. ’Gators gave him a free pass.
“Yes. You.” They was nose to nose, well, to nose, since the ’gator was right there.
Adam’s eyes flashed, hot, and Landon felt his body try to respond, which, whoa bad. ’Gator. Not hot, rough post-danger sex. Seriously.
“Cousin Yves is comin’, y’all. He’ll be here in a couple.” Beau walked over to stare down at the ’gator. “Nice catch.”
“Merci. Good size, him, eh? Especially to be under the house. He had him some food stashed.”
“Yeah. Yves will be tickled.”
“Well, bully for him. How soon can he be here?” Adam was plumb put out, jaw jutting, lips flat-lined.
“Ooeee! Lookit you, cuz, you done found yourself a pair of boots!” A lanky Cajun in a pair of overalls and snakeskin boots stomped over.
“Hey, now.” Landon chuckled. “He just needs to be relocated.”
Landon was eased off and Yves just did his thing while someone pushed a cold beer into his hand. “Good job, Nutbutter.”
“Merci.”
Adam had stepped back, too, and stood a few feet away, watching him, eyes glittering.
“You’d best go warsh, Landon, you’re filthy.” Mr. Beau smiled at him. “You can use the big shower. We’ll get the food stash he had.”
“Thanks. Lord, I’m a mudbug.”
“I’ll walk you to the barn,” Adam said, putting a hand under his elbow.
“You okay, cher?” He followed along, damn near running to keep up. Adam had long old legs.
“Uh-huh. Mostly. That was a crazy stunt, Landon.” Adam pulled him along so fast his feet might not have touched the ground.
“Huh? I didn’t know Mr. Gator was up under there.” Not that he wouldn’t have gone, he’d’ve just took him some duct tape in the first place.
“Those things have big teeth.” Adam sounded like he was working up a real head of steam.
“Uh-huh. Chompers, and they hiss, eh? Glad you can throw a loop.”
“Me, too. Christ.” They got to the barn, and Adam dragged him to his room, still muttering.
He started stripping down, his clothes soaked and foul. Adam was acting like he’d never wrassled an alligator before. He did it once a month or more at home. Sister didn’t like ’gators on her porch.
Adam grabbed him before he was even naked, yanking him close. Kissing him silly. Lord have mercy. He groaned, eyes rolling as Adam fucked his lips with that hot tongue and made his knees buckle.
