His husband turned and disappeared around a corner.
“You good, man? Ready to make a little history?”
“I am.” He met Mitch’s eyes, shrugging with one shoulder. “It’s fucking insane. I didn’t think I’d live to announce.”
Mitch snorted, “Well, it was touch-and-go there for a bit, old man.”
“No shit.” He glanced over to Beck, watching that fine ass as he searched for his seat.
The crowd cheered. Things were getting underway. “They’re going to call your name any minute.” Mitch grinned at him. “I’ll follow you out.”
“Right. Chris out there watching?”
“He’s taking pictures.”
He grinned, and suddenly he was so fucking nervous, he couldn’t breathe.Lord. Please let me do this and be all suave. Thank you. Amen.
“Hey. You had an incredible run, cowboy. It’s been an honor.” Mitch stuck out a hand to shake.
“Thank you, sir. Y’all have to come out to the house, see the snow this winter.”
Mitch grinned. “Chris loves to ski. You’re on.”
“Yessir.” He glanced over at Beck, shot him a smile.
Yeah, he was on.
Time for a whole new ride.
30
“Iowe everything to bull riding.” Beck teased, one arm around Sky’s shoulders and laughing as he spoke into an imaginary microphone.
“Shut up.” Sky gave him a playful shove down the hall and grinned at him.
“Oh, no. You wait. You know my favorite line, don’t you? ‘If it weren’t for my first championship win, I wouldn’t have met my husband.’” The whole arena froze for a second after that one, and then erupted, mostly, in cheers.
He was a little buzzed, and the hotel hallway seemed very, very long. “Jesus, I have to pee. Was that great, or what? You looked hot up there, babe.”
“Don’t pee in the hall. You want me to knock on Chris and Mitch’s door here?” Sky was laughing at him. Seriously.
“Hell, no. I don’t need to see Chris naked ever again.” It was a bunch of years ago, but Chris had literally opened the hotel room door without a stitch on. “That’s what you get for knocking, remember? He said that.” He stopped and looked around. “Isn’t our room like right here someplace?”
Sky was laughing at him, cracking up as he led them down the hall. “We’re here, love. Goofy man. Cross your legs…”
“See? I told you we were right here.” He patted his jeans, looking for the hotel key. He wasn’t as drunk as he seemed. Punchy, yes. High on a really good night for sure. And he really had to fucking pee. “Keykeykey. Where’s my motherfucking key?”Damn.Hanging out all week with cowboys made him swear like a…well? Like a cowboy.
Sky wasn’t helping, touching him everywhere, fingers dragging over his ass, his hips. “Here motherfucking key.”
“You find it.” He kissed Sky instead, just buzzed enough to not care they were still in the hall.
Sky opened to him, fingers sliding into his pocket, thumb brushing his cock.
Man, that would have felt way better if he didn’t have to pee. “God. Wait. Hang on, babe.” He hunted again and the key to the hotel room practically leaped into his fingers this time. “Oh! Look!”
“Good. Go. Go. Go.” Sky cackled like a great big bird as Beck ran to the toilet.
Oh, right on. So much better. He washed up and went to find his husband again, maybe pick up where they’d left off. “How about that crowd, huh? When you announced your invitational? Everyone in my box was excited. You’re a champion about to make champions.”