“I’m looking forward to abusing them again soon. Or at least tearing them off you tonight.”
Operation swagger was off to a slow start, but it was a start. Today’s plan was to rev Sky up a little before they had to leave—and keep him revved.
“You better be kind to those. They’re my favorites.” Sky ran one hand down the front of his shirt.
“Surely you can buy twenty or thirty more pairs, Champ. Or is it about how that perfect ass has worn them in?”
“It’s that they know my body.”
“That’s it? You can get that right here, without jeans.” He pulled Sky’s face down for a kiss. He was no dummy though; he was going to wear the ones Sky liked best tonight.
Sky started to get hard against his belly. Beck intended to keep Sky right here, buzzed and ready.
When the kiss broke off naturally, he winked at Sky. “I was thinking we should try to do the Ferris wheel thing. The High Roller? I mean, if we have time to do something just us.”
“Sure. Let me send the hotel a message, and we’ll pick up tickets downstairs.”Calm, easy. No problem. I got this.
He ran a hand over his husband’s thigh, a little too high to be fit for company. He didn’t want to have to say no, but he didn’t want Sky to lose that electricity either. He wondered if he was going to be sorry he let Sky pull the phone out again.
Sky hummed and rocked under his hand, voice gone husky and warm as he ordered tickets. “We can pick them up downstairs whenever.”
That voice was like music to his balls.Dammit.He wasn’t supposed to let Sky get him all bothered. He needed to pay attention. “Perfect. You want a shower? Should we get dressed?”
“Feed me first. Then we’ll shower and go play.”
Right food. He’d ordered room service. “You’re a damn distraction, cowboy.” He laughed, dumping Sky off his lap and onto the couch.
“You mean you’re not going to feed me on your lap?”
He had something in his lap to feed his husband, but he wasn’t going to think about that right now. “Fat chance. Feed your own lazy ass.”
He rolled the cart over to the couch though, and uncovered burgers and fries and salads.
Sky threw himself over the sofa, arm over his forehead, pouting dramatically. “Abuse! Husband abuse!”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah? I’ll show you abuse.” He leaned over, both hands going after Sky’s ribs and tickling.
Sky grabbed him, pulling him down and taking a hard kiss.
Jesus.That was hot as fuck. He returned the kiss, meeting Sky with the same intensity until his husband got handsy and he broke it off, fighting for a deep breath as he got back on his feet.
“Hey…” Sky reached for him, making grabby hands.
Yeah, he knew. He could have stayed there too. But honestly, there was barely a moment they spent alone that they didn’t want to fuck around. And he wanted his man wanting tonight. “Cheeseburgers are getting cold.” He winked at Sky, waving a french fry.
Sky began singing “Cheeseburgers in Paradise,” making him blink and then laugh, tickled shitless that Sky knew all the words.
“You’re a nutjob.” That was good; it meant Sky was relaxed for now. Distracted. He pulled up a chair and found the ketchup. “You’re not afraid of heights, are you?” He was a little, it got his adrenaline pumping. But that was what he liked about it. Sailing could do that for him too on a good day.
“Nope. Only thing I don’t care for that way is tight places.”
“That’s right. Can you believe I’d forgotten that for a minute?”
“It don’t come up much.” Sky winked at him. “Hand me a plate, turkey.”
“Gobble gobble.” He handed one over. “I’m going to need some extra gym time after this vacation.”
“We’ll walk our asses off this afternoon. No worries.” Still, Sky took the buns off the burger, didn’t he?