Chapter Seventeen
The event was tiny, a Thursday night bull-riding in some small town in Oklahoma. Jason Scott was on his third bull of the night, the crowd eating it up. The son of a bitch wasn’t going to be able to ride down here long.
He’d have to move up to the big show, or people would wonder why no one was calling him up. Landon caught Adam’s eye and nodded toward the right. They would both have to move in to make this get off work. His Cajun rode like the wind, moving like a dream.
Adam slid in, his horse narrowly missing the bull’s horns. Landon whistled low and Jason jumped, landing right in Coop’s arms as Landon looped one horn and tugged hard.
The bull turned away from Jason, moving toward the gate. Adam flanked him, pushing the beast from the other side.
Landon got the bull in, then came back out, once Andy got Jason back up on the fence.
Adam gave his lover a thumbs up, tickled at how well they worked together. He’d been having a fucking ball—working and traveling, learning to live with Landon.
His weird little Cajun lived up to his Nutbutter nickname, but Adam was figuring out Landon’s wicked sense of humor, his serious connection with the horses, and his fierce loyalty.
Shit, it was just nice to hang with someone that understood when his brothers needed him, he went.
Not that either of his brothers were around much these days. Bri was off doing god knew what and Chrissy was chasing a feisty Cajun female. Or mooning over her. Like Chrissy was up to Laurel Gaudet. Christ.
Adam grinned just thinking about it. Stranger things had happened. Guessed that kept it all in the family.
They worked the last couple of bulls, then Landon led them out of the arena, just talking away to Morgana. That little spitfire mare hated the world, but Landon? Shit, that Cajun was her North Star.
Adam would have been jealous, but he really was starting to believe Landon was magic. He grinned as he hopped down, walking his sweet girl out, cooling her off. Look at him, believing and shit. No one argued with him about it anymore, either.
Hell, Chrissy was deep enough into Laurel that the man might be a believer, too.
Landon walked over, that evil Morgana rolling her eyes and baring her teeth at Adam. “Went good, cher. No?”
“It did. Jase is going to have to start working bigger events, though.”
“That’s what I was thinkin’. He’s too good to be working these little things. Folks’ll start talking.”
“Yeah.” They’d talk to Pharris. Dillon. See what the plan was.
“You good?”
“I am.” He grinned. “I’d come close but that bitch filly hates me.”
“She’s jealous. She knows who has my heart.”
“She’d better get to knowing who pays for her feed.” He bared his teeth back at the horse.
“She does, cher. I been paying our part in to Chrissy.”
“No shit?” Landon was so funny, so proud about this new job. Left him more time for roping, too, which they were both winning some purse money on these days. “Good on you, honey.”
“I ain’t gon’ have no one say I use you.” He got a quick, evil little grin. “Well, maybe for the sex.”
“I like being used for that.” In fact, it was his superpower. Or so he’d been told.
“Yeah? Good, ’cause I might could use you some tonight.”
“You ready for a good ride, honey?”
That naughty smile got wider. “You think you can do me better than my girl, here?”
“I think I can tear your ass up.”
“Oh, cher. I do love your thinks.”
“Good.” He nodded toward the trailer. “Let’s get these girls put up.”
“Surely do.” Landon whistled and that evil mare just followed him, loaded herself up. Lord have mercy.
Adam got his girl in the trailer, happy as a bug in a rug. Now they could focus on them.
Landon popped his butt, winked. “Come on, cher. I want you and me to go fais do-do.”
He did love dancing with his Cajun.
