He felt Adam inside him, wet and hot. Lord have mercy. That had been like a hurricane party, all wind and thunder.
Laughter bubbled up inside him, his bones themselves happy. “Lawd, I’m gon’ have to wrassle ’gators more often.”
“You do and I’ll beat you bloody.” Adam purely growled at him, hand on his ass, pinching one cheek.
“Oh, cher. It just be part of my job for folks.” So dear, his cowboy, to worry about something so silly.
“I love you.” It just seemed to pop out, and Adam blinked, like he hadn’t even known he would say it.
“Good.” He nodded, gave Adam a peck. “I’m yours, cher. For always.”
“You’d better mean it. I’ve decided to keep you.”
“Okay.” Landon held Adam’s gaze, just as sure as anything. The only thing left was for Adam to meet Sister.
Not that she wouldn’t approve. She had to. Adam was his.
