Early frowned, trying to remember. “I think… I think that one of the hands suggested him to work on the yard, do handyman stuff?”
“Can you reach him? Do you have a number?”
“In my phone, yeah. I haven’t called him since I let him go, though. He didn’t even come and pick up his last paycheck, as far as I know.”
“That’s…weird. Text me that number. I might call that bastard tomorrow.”
“Sure.” He wasn’t going to do a single goddamn thing that would let Connor believe for a second that he had something to hide.
Connor put a hand on his thigh. “That’s enough about him. I’ve got your back, honey. You just run your ranch.”
“Yeah?” Those words were like a promise, and that touch was everything. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I told the kids today we’re a team. You and me, us and them. That’s what we do.” Connor slid out of his chair and offered him a hand up. “Let’s call it a night.”
“Let me spray the beer off the deck, and I’ll be right in.” He shot Connor a smile. “Wanna have a nice long shower?”
“I was just thinking what I need is a really good…shower. I’ll meet you upstairs.” Connor grabbed his T-shirt and tugged him in close. “Don’t make me wait too long I might have to start without you.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” He leaned in, holding Connor’s gaze.
Their kiss was all heat and promise, but Connor cut it short, leaving him on the porch with a mess to clean up.
19
Ashower was a great idea. Connor was ready to scrub every thought of that Ian guy off his husband’s muscled body and wash the name right out of his own mouth with Early’s hot prick.
He started the water, hung towels on the warmer and set the lighting just how they liked it. He loved everything about this bathroom. It was bigger than Jaxson’s little bedroom back in Denver, and Early had spared no expense on the shower.
He’s been kind of iffy on shower sex before—their shower in Denver was a little tight, the showerhead was in a weird place—but now? It was a favorite. Even more than the hot tub.
He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, taking his time so he didn’t get too far ahead of his man. But he’d be happy to wait under that spray, give Early something to look at.
He heard Early in the bedroom, and he smiled as music filled the air—something slow and sexy that throbbed for him.
He left his jeans with everything else and stepped into the shower, then he swiped his hand across the fogged-up glass to give Early a sneak peek from the bathroom doorway.How about that, cowboy?
Was that a moan? He was pretty sure that was a moan.
Connor stretched up as tall as he could.
Oh, yeah. That was a moan.
God, he loved turning Early on. That kind of rush never got old. “Are you coming in, honey?”
“You know it, darlin’.” The door opened, and his lover stood there, hard and proud and focused on him.
It was the focus that got him every time. Early made his knees weak with that look. “Mmm. I am a lucky man.” Connor held his hand out. “Come give me some of that.”
“All of it.” Early stepped in, bringing their bodies together with a soft, happy little sigh. “Oh damn, darlin’, you do it for me.”
“Yeah, well. You make it easy.” He slid a hand around Early’s nape and kissed him, knowing Early was all his, but working for it anyway.
Early groaned, one hand curling around his ass like it belonged there. He remembered that—how delicious it had been the first time they danced, and Early’s hand had found its place unfailingly.
“Mm.” Dancing. They needed to do that soon. He swayed a little, making sure their hips were close enough to rub and keep Early wanting. “Did you work hard today, cowboy? Maybe I have a reward for you.”
“This morning was tough.” Early’s laugh was heady as hell. “Hard, you know? I was fixin’ to lose it.”