“I do. We do. You cool?”
“Of course. Just came out to enjoy the sunrise.”
Okay, that was bullshit. Parker had always been a night owl. He probably hadn’t seen the damn sun rise since he left home. Not to mention, the guy had to have a wicked hangover.
“Rock on. Beck’s out like a light.”
Parker snorted. “I bet.”
One of his eyebrows arched into his hairline. “Whut?”
“Y’all were up late, that’s all.” Parker grin was rueful and quickly disappeared behind a cup of coffee.
“We were.” And they hadn’t been quiet, if he remembered all of it, and he was pretty sure he did.
Parker sighed, sounding more sad than scared this morning. “It was good of Beckett to try to make this work, but maybe I better get going.”
“Hell, man. We’ll keep it down. We’d both had a couple beers last night.” He wasn’t going to be embarrassed for having sex in his own house.
“Yeah. I don’t remember much after the card game. Just that I’d have lost my shirt to Beck if we’d been playing for keeps.”
“The man is a fucking shark. That’s how we hooked up. A card game.” A private one. In Beck’s room. Best strip poker he’d ever played.
Parker laughed. “So you did lose your shirt, I bet.”
“No shit on that.” His shirt. Jeans. Boots. His heart and soul.Boom.Beck took it all.
“He’s a good guy.” Parker traced the lip of his coffee cup. “I could wish for a little of this one day—notthisthis, but this in general, you know what I mean. One day. Maybe. If I make it to one day.”
“You will. You maybe oughta cast your net a little wider, huh?” He was the only out bull rider in the league. Even Parker was don’t ask, don’t tell.
Parker snorted. “Not everybody can rope in a lawyer with a gold buckle.”
“No. But there are a lot of gay men looking at Wrangler butts and getting a happy.”
“Yeah. I don’t want your problems. You and Beck are idiots.” Parker grinned over and winked.
“We totally are. What do you want from me, man? I’ve never been real bright.”
Parker laughed and hauled out of his chair. “I’m gonna get more coffee. You want?”
“I brought the pot.” Beck stepped out with them, wearing loose sweats and a T-shirt.
“Oh. Awesome.” Parker held out his cup. “Your shirt’s on inside out, dude.”
“Oh. Yeah?” Beck looked at it. “Damn. Hold this.” Beck handed Park the pot, then tugged off the shirt, turned it around right, and pulled it back on.
“Better?” Beck took the coffee back.
“Yes. Thank you for that.” Sky thought maybe Park was drooling.
“Oh, sure. Anytime.” Beck giggled and brought the pot over to Sky.
“The answer is no, Park.” He held up his mug for a refill. “We’re not into threesomes.”
“Goddammit!” Parker grinned wide. “You’re sure? I mean I’m—“
“No.” Beck’s tone was stern, but the look was amused.