“Nutbutter!” One of the newest riders waved at him. “Nutbutter, I brought some Cheetos and beer!”
“Put them in the kitchen, y’all.”
Cheetos and beer. Lord. Landon chuckled. He was turning into the old man he teased some of the guys about. Cotton. Packer. The fellers who had settled down. The folks that had found someone.
“Mr. Sam? You know a tattoo artist close by?”
“Uh-huh. In Baton Rouge.”
“I want to get something done.” Something on his chest.
“Yeah? Butter jar with peanuts?” Sammy’s words still got tangled sometimes.
“Nope. Gon’ get an infinity symbol made out of rope.” Like his Cher. His Adam. He was more and more confident that Adam was his.
Even better, he was damn sure he was Adam’s.
Adam caught his eye, grinning, and his whole body tightened. He grinned back, lifted his chin in greeting. Sammy wandered away, chuckling over some line about Cajuns. BeforeLandon knew it, Adam had thrown the horseshoe game and come to sit next to him.
“Mmm. Hey, cher.” He leaned some, the world spinning.
“Hey, honey. You having fun?”
“I am. It’s better now. I’m a little tipsy. You?”
“Sweaty.” Adam chuckled, patting his leg.
“Mmm. I like it.”
“Yeah?” That grin went super wide.
“Uh-huh. I like lots of shit about you, cher. You make me happy.”
“Do I?” Adam took his hand, fingers twining with his. “That’s good.”
“Uh-huh.” He rested against his cowboy, the stars so bright up there. The night seemed like there was a little magic in the air. Some good hoodoo.
“Love you, cher.” He did. Simple as that.
Adam leaned close, lips next to his. “Love you, too, Landon. That’s all that matters right now.”
“Shit, Adam. That’s all that’s ever mattered. The rest, it’s all just dancin’.”
Adam laughed for him, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Good thing I like dancing.”
“Know that, me.” He leaned hard. “Come to the bed, cher. I’m wantin’.”
Adam nodded, rising and pulling him to his feet. “Anything you need, honey. I got this whole couple thing figured.”
“Well, you know, you been used to a trio…” he teased.
That got Adam hooting. “Yeah. Triplets is way more complicated than twins.”
“Hey, I got to be the one to deal when Sister started her monthlies.”
They held hands on the way back to his room in the barn, but no one so much as raised a brow. More important, Adam didn’t pull away a bit. That started a warm glow deep in Landon’s belly.
“You happy, cher?”
“I am. Are you?” Adam stopped and stared him right in the eye, waiting.
“As a pig in shit, me.”
“Then we’re solid.” Adam kissed him then, hard, right on the mouth.
Landon’s knees went weak and he held on, kissing Adam back with all he had. The man could flat out kiss. He’d said that all along. Hell, he’d said a lot, where it came to Adam.
Now it was just time to stop talking and start doing.
