Early stroked him through his aftershocks before pulling him close and driving into him, a harsh cry splitting the air.
He caught Early’s face in his hands and kissed him between rough breaths and deep moans. “You’re a fucking stud and I love you.”
“Love you. Damn.” Early licked at his lips, lazy and sated, just a little sloppy.
When he felt like his legs would hold him, he slid off Early’s lap and moved under the rainfall showerhead, letting the hot water soak his hair and slide over his shoulders. “Mmm. Come on, cowboy. Let’s wash up so we can snuggle.” Their bed was the next best thing to the shower. It was huge and sturdy and so comfortable. Early had to have spent a fortune on it, but he didn’t ask, and he didn’t plan to. He loved it.
“Mmhmm… If I can stand. You broke me.” Early managed though and leaned on him, slick and heavy.
“You’re not broken. You’re just out of gas.” He winked and got to scrubbing, soaping up all that lovely tanned skin. The one thing they weren’t and would never be was broken. It was simply impossible.
“Mmm…putter putter. I love you, darlin’. I’m so glad you’re home.” Early meant it. He could hear it in that husky voice.
“I know. But you can keep telling me, I don’t get tired of hearing it.” They had a big day tomorrow so he kept things all business until they were both squeaky clean. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow…getting into how things run around here. If it goes well, I want to work on the budget with your new fore-woman? Foreman? Foreperson?” He shook his head. He could be an idiot sometimes.
“We’ll have to ask, but I bet she wants foreman.” Early searched his eyes and visibly relaxed. “I would… Oh god, love. I would love that. I don’t…well, you know I don’t do that so well.”
“That’s not true, honey; it’s just not where your interest lies.” He used to think Early was being modest when he said things like that, but over time he learned that his husband actually believed it. Maybe Early was slower than some when it came to money, but he was plenty capable, he just wasn’t confident. Early was happier withhands-on work. “I kind of love words and numbers, and I need to feel useful around here, you know? I got this.”
“I’m tickled shitless. There are a thousand moving parts to doing this, and I can handle the work if you can help me figure out how to make everything make money like it’s supposed to.”
“That’s kind of an important piece, huh?” They toweled off and he pulled Early to the big bed. “We haveat leasttwo kids to put through college.”
At least.
20
Early was up at five, making coffee and dealing with emails, getting the phone out of the second floor before six when it would start ringing.
Lord have mercy, he had had fun last night. His thighs were letting him know all about it, in fact.
Pretty good, because goddamn, he’d been wound tight to find out that little shit had told Reese he was a liar and a cheat.
A cheat!
Him!
And he’d never done a thing to the kid except ask him to leave after upsetting his husband.
Asshole.
He poured two mugs of coffee at five fifteen and sat them on the table, nodding as Demming came to the back door.
“Boss.”
“Hey, Dem. How goes it?” He pushed over a cup and grabbed a pad of paper, getting ready for his daily meeting.
“Great. I am packing, the pod-deal is coming in a week. I may steal the boys. I have a bead on a pair of lab pups that a friend of mine is fostering. One chocolate, one yellow. There’s also a Shih Tzu, but I didn’t think—”
Oh, Connor would love that. “Can you get them to bring all three? Connor needs a purse dog.”
“Oh yeah?” Demming groaned as he sat down. “What kind of purse does he carry?”
He shot back the answer without hesitation. “Pink sequined clutch with a sweet little zebra striped fur trim.”
“Ha. You’re sure he’s a toy dog type? Sounds more like he needs a pretty pony.” Demming snorted and picked up his mug. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Of course.” He grabbed his pen. “So, dogs, check. What are you doing around nine thirty?”