“Right? Maybe I can work night shift so I can. This is fun.” He really didn’t know what to do, and he wasn’t sure if flat-out asking Beck his opinion was cool or not.
Beck looked horrified. “Hell, no! I’m your night shift! Besides, you have money in the bank, there’s no rush. I’m not suggesting you stay home—I couldn’t do that either, I’d lose my mind. But why not take the time and find something you love?”
“What if—I don’t know how, honey. I’ve been on bulls my whole life.” He didn’t have any other talents.
“Lists. Every career counselor I ever had made me make lists: pros and cons, skills, wishes. It’ll help, I’ll show you. Later.” Beck leaned in and kissed him, tongue gliding along his, slow and hot.
Later. He was all over that. Seriously. He had damn near three million in his savings account. He needed to breathe.
And get rid of the cane. Breathe and get rid of the cane. And call Parker about his truck. And—
“Later, babe. Busy now.” Beck gave his nipple a pinch, the sweet sting bringing his focus back where it should be.
“Right.” He had naked Beck, he’d just been fucked through the mattress, and he was happy as a clam.
19
Beck never thought he’d see the day that he let Parker Stephens into his home. A year ago, he might have even met Parker at the front door with his sleeves rolled up, ready for a fight. But he’d done his best to put that in the past and give the cowboy the benefit of the doubt.
That didn’t stop him from wearing Sky’s favorite jeans and a shirt tight enough to show off what belonged to his husband.
“He’s here,” he called into the house, watching Parker pull Sky’s truck into the long driveway. He’d meant to ask Sky how Parker’s season was going and regretted that he hadn’t. He had no idea what kind of greeting this was going to be.
“Cool.” Sky walked out onto the porch, smile growing wide. He started to grumble when he looked up and saw that Sky was watching him, not the pickup. “Hello. Damn. Making it hard for me to walk.”
“I’m terribly sorry.” He bumped hips with Sky and stuck a hand in his lover’s back pocket.
“Liar.” Sky lifted his face for a kiss, his husband making a statement—not only for Parker, but for him too.
Hell yeah, that was a statement he could get behind. He handed out the kiss Sky was after, grinning against warm lips as the truck came to a stop right by the front door.
“Remember, you’re mine and I don’t share.” Sky’s words were soft but so damn serious.
He nodded. He already knew that was true, but it was exactly what he wanted to hear anyway. It put a little bit of swagger in his spine. “Looks like he managed not to dent the truck.”
“He knows better.” Sky’s voice got louder as Parker got out of the truck. “He dented my truck and I’d kill him.”
“What?” Parker hollered. “You want to kiss me? Dude!”
“Hey, man. You need some help with your stuff?” He grinned.Walter can’t wait to see you.
“Nah. I just got the one bag. Brought y’all some goodies from all over.” Parker bounced up, grabbed Sky up in a hug. “You’re walking like a real person. Exceptional.”
He stepped out of the way, letting them do their cowboy thing. Dude, man, how goes it, faboo…things that guys in cowboy hats said.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off. Go say hi to Beck. You want a beer?”
“Depends. Is it good beer or shitty beer?”
Sky arched one eyebrow. “You want me to let Walter piss in it?”
“He would, you know. I think you’re forgetting whose house you’re in. Sky’s particular and I’m a snob, remember?” Beckett stuck out his hand. “How’ve you been?”
“Good. Good.” Parker pulled him into a tight hug. “How you doing, brother?”
He returned the hug, winking at Sky over Parker’s shoulder. It was weird, though. It seemed like Parker actually missed him. “I’m great, I’ve got my man home with me, and we’re making it work.”
“Perfect. Not ready to let him come back on the road, then.”