“You’ll have a hell of a time getting to my ass through the denim…”
He wasn’t sure he was ready for round two yet anyway. Sky wasn’t the old man here, he was. He took his time with Sky’s jeans, peeling back the fly and sliding them slowly over Sky’s hips.
“Mmm…” Sky hummed, blushed, and reached for him. “Come here and touch me a little bit.”
“I can do that.” Sky was good to him. He crawled up next to his man. “Are they going to expect us at dinner, or do we have a while?”
“You saw the gift. They know. We’ll have them in tomorrow.”
That worked for him. “Another night of robes and room service? I can handle this kind of vacation.” He kissed Sky’s shoulder across to a narrow collarbone.
“Robes, room service, sex, you—all the good things.” Sky moaned and stretched up tall as he could.
And an ankle on ice, anti-inflammatories and painkillers, but they could address all that in a bit. Right now Beckett had a cowboy to devour, and he was going to make sure Sky knew that he was the hottest cowboy out there today.
27
Sky decided that he was tired Saturday morning—tired of playing with bulls, tired of dancing through hoops, tired of being in the closet. Real tired of Beck not believing in him.
So, he booked a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon for Sunday. He booked shows and tours and fun for the entire fucking week.
They were going to have fun.
They were going to have the vacation Sky wanted to have.
“I love the rainfall shower head they have here, don’t you? We should upgrade at home. It’s so relaxing.” Beck shuffled out of the bathroom in a towel and gave him a kiss, one hand snaking around to his ass and giving it a squeeze.
“Yeah? That’s easy to make happen.” He grinned at Beck, leaned in. “You want to go see the Beatles show?”
“Sure. What time do you have to be where today? Wasn’t there a photo thing?” Beck tugged his towel off and dried his hair.
He shrugged. “It’s no big thing.”
The fact was, he was sore—all the way down his leg to his ankle. It wasn’t only that. He’d loved bull riding. Loved it. But he hadn’t beeninlove with it for a long time.
Beck walked past him and pulled a pair of boxer briefs out of the dresser. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” He wanted to have fun with Beck. Not on his own, not with Parker. With Beck.
“Can I get a T-shirt? Can I sing?” Beck hopped over to kiss him, one leg in a pair of blue jeans and one leg out.
“Yes, and absolutely. Why else go?” He felt everything lighten up. “Our tickets are for seven tonight. We got all day to explore.”
“How’s your ankle? Are you up to all-day exploring? Maybe we should do some exploring, and a little poker. You know, so you can sit.” Beck tugged a tight T-shirt on that showed off abs and biceps.
“Sure. I bet it’ll be fine once I get it in my boot.” Mmm…pretty, pretty.
Beck shook that head at him and snorted. “Cowboys.”
“You have a thing for them, I know.” He smiled. “I just want to play with you for a little while. Be lovers out and about.”
“Well, as out as we can be, anyway.” Beck ducked into the little closet and came back out with sneakers and a ball cap.
“It’s not home, but it’s not Alabama.” He pulled on a button-down and grabbed his boots. Man, this was gonna hurt.
“Everyone knows you here right now, that’s all. You need a hand?” Beck came over and took the boots from him.
“Thanks.” The secret of this whole thing was not wincing.