“Okaaaay,” Parker sang. “But y’all don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Find this man a date, lover. Surely you have some baby lawyer friend?” Sky grinned at Beck, feeling wicked. “Someone that can be a sugar daddy?”
“And let this hound dog ruin my reputation?”
“I have an excellent pedigree I’ll have you know.”
Sky chuckled. “True. I’m the trashy one, not Mister Land Owner there.”
“Hear that? You could have done better, dude.” Parker leaned against Sky’s chair, grinning at Beck.
“No way in hell. There is no better.” Beck leaned over and kissed him, humming against his lips.
“Oh, no. I got enough of this PDA yesterday.”
“Shut up, butthead. You’re only here for another day. Deal.” Sky rolled his eyes, winking at Parker.
“I know. I know. I’m trying to convince you to at least appear at a couple of events.”
Sky shook his head. “I want to go on the boat. I want to go see things, Parker. I’m tired.”
He knew he sounded lazy, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted weekends with his lover.
“The boat. Great day for it. You want to go for a sail, Parker?” Beck looked cool as could be, sipping coffee and letting him handle things.
“I don’t do boats unless there’s sex involved, man.” Parker grinned, shook his head. “Seriously. I’m going to go. Y’all go do things and make kissy face.”
Beck sighed. “I’m trying, Parker.”
“Shit, man. I know. I do. I’m jealous to fucking death, and I need to go find myself someone that wants me. And you need to make up for a lot of years.”
Sky stood. “Dork. Let’s go fuck off and drive. See things. Eat food. We’ll have a ball, the three of us.”
Beck scooped up the coffeepot and followed Sky. “I’ve never had sex on a boat.Ow!Sky!”
“Oh, cool. He’s got you to wale on now. I like it.” Parker opened the slider for them. “Mountains and burgers?”
Beck nodded. “Mountains and burgers. I’m in.”
“Rock on. Let us get dressed and we’ll head out, huh?” Sky led Beck to the stairs, humming when Beck grabbed him and lifted him.
“Oh, come on.” Parker rolled his eyes. “If you can have wild monkey sex, you can walk up a flight of stairs.”
Beck looked at him. “Oh. He heard us, huh?”
“He did.” Sky winked. “You were totally loud.”
“Oh, gosh. Was I, Bionic Man?” Beck carried him right up the stairs without so much as cracking a smile.
“You were.” He leaned in, happy as a pig in shit. “And you’re right.…We haven’t had sex on a boat. Yet.”
23
Beckett took another sip of the margarita Sky had made him and shivered. No one up here made a margarita like his Texan. He thought of it as a summer drink, so it would probably be the last one he had for a while; fall was settling in hard and fast this year, and it was going to be chilly soon.
He watched Sky poking around at the grill through the kitchen window. They’d grilled out constantly this summer, partly because Sky liked it and partly because Sky needed to do something to keep busy. It had been hard for his husband to take that next step, to find something new to do.
Sky’s whole life had been bulls and rodeo, but Beckett hadn’t realized how deeply Sky had believed that was all he was good for until this summer. Beckett understood now and tried to be more sympathetic, more patient when Sky put himself down or made the future seem daunting. There had been a number of ideas that fell apart and a handful of leads that didn’t pan out. Sky was understandably frustrated.