The trick now was to hold on to him. Beck wondered how long it would be before Sky started making noises about leaving again, riding. Even if he knew it was impossible.
Beck gave Sky a boost into the Jeep—that had gotten way easier too—and then headed toward home. There was pizza in town right by the little post office.
“You have a good day? You’re looking good.”
“I did. Cleaned off my desk and I have a clear weekend.” He felt a lot less tired than he had when he left the office too, less tired and maybe a little more alive. “And I don’t look nearly as good as you do, but thank you. You’re steaming up the Jeep. I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed watching you walk toward me more.”
“Flattery will get you laid.” Sky reached out, stroked his wrist with sure fingers. “I told Kevin that the best way to heal was to clear us to get better together.”
He smiled at that and then glanced over at Sky. “Thank you. I think we need this too.”
“Yeah. We talk pretty damn good, body to body.”
It had always been where they understood each other best. No court dates, no bulls to ride, just them and all the time in the world. That was how they remembered who they were together. How important they were.
“We do.” He was looking forward to what Sky’s body had to say.
Sky grinned at him, and those eyes danced, the look making his balls draw up.
It was a half-hour drive home. Thirty fucking minutes. Beck turned on the radio and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to distract himself from the heat in the next seat over. Sky hadn’t ever been shy about what he wanted and wasn’t hiding anything now, either.
They got home in record time, and Beckett didn’t really remember most of the drive. By the time he pulled into the garage, he was about ready to lose his mind.
Sky waited until he’d thrown the Jeep in park before grabbing him with one rough hand and dragging him into a connection that was way less kiss than demand.
Beckett answered it with a demand of his own and a deep rumble in his chest as every nerve caught on fire.Fuck, yeah.He didn’t give a damn that they were still in the Jeep. He didn’t give a damn if they didn’t make it farther than the kitchen. But he knew Sky cared. Sky liked the bedroom.
Sky’s hand fisted in his shirt like Sky was afraid to let go, and damn, didn’t it feel good? To be the focal point of all that need.
“Let me get you inside, babe.” He covered Sky’s fist with his own, squeezing it tight. “Let me take you to bed.” It had been such a damn long time, he wanted to do this right.
“Yeah. Yeah, you deserve better than a hard fuck in the front seat.”
“So do you. But I’ll take a raincheck for next time.” Because fuck, they’d done plenty of that too.
He pulled away and jumped out of the Jeep, hurrying around to the passenger side to get his man. “Come on. I want to get my hands on all those new scars.” He winked at Sky and held his arms out, offering to carry his husband all the way upstairs if Sky wanted.
Sky pushed right into his arms, lips finding his throat. “Is it sick that it turns me on, how strong you are?”
“A man likes to be appreciated.” Sick? Hardly. Not any sicker than he was for getting off on a compliment. He carried Sky into the house, not stopping for anything on the way to the stairs. He tossed Sky’s cane on the couch as they went by. “Is it sick that I think your scars are sexy?”
“Maybe, but I give no shits. I love it.” Sky chuckled, but the sound was breathless. “God, I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Longest drive home ever.” Beck set Sky down next to the bed, steadying his husband with one arm so Sky could sit. Then he dropped right to his knees to get those stubborn boots off Sky’s feet.
The first time they’d done this, he hadn’t known about the hazard of cowboy boots, and Sky’s jeans had fouled them both up. They’d nearly fallen down a flight of stairs together. That felt like a lifetime ago. It really did.
Sky chuckled softly. “You remember that first time? Only time I wished I wore flip-flops?”
Beck loved that little buzz, that shared memory that brought them right back together.
“I was thinking about that, and how I knew you’d fare better than I did on that fall.” He got Sky’s boots off with practiced ease and ran his fingers up under the denim and over Sky’s calves.
“It’s my job, falling.” Sky moaned and licked his lips. “I want you to touch me everywhere. I need it.”
Beck was already getting some of what he needed. He needed to be wanted. He needed to be reminded he could be everything for Sky, because he knew he could. He moved his hands to Sky’s thighs, smoothing them over the denim, over Sky’s hips, then opened Sky’s jeans with sure fingers like he’d done a hundred times before.
His lover was diamond hard, that sweet prick thick and heavy, pushing to get to his hand. Sky reached for Beck, steadying himself. “I’m half-afraid I’m just going to shoot all over.”