He glanced at his phone. “Yep. I better go. Lunch tomorrow, right? I’ll text you.” He gave Ellie a hug. “If you’re out of bed by then anyway.”
“Ditto. If not, we’ll meet before the event. Love you, man!” She waved to Scott behind his shoulder. “Baby! Congrats!”
“Great ride, man.” He shook Scott’s hand and got out of the cowboy’s way. Scott was on a mission.
He was too.
Hudson
OMW
He texted Jack, then picked his way through the crowd toward the back and the parking lot.
Ghost and Princess were in their fancy trailer, nickering and shifting around, and Jack was locking them up for their trip back to the hotel. “Hey, darlin’. Have a good day?”
“I did. Busy. Good show. Ellie was excited for Scott.”Did you miss me? Even a little?
“Good deal. Hop in the truck.” Was that a growl? A rumble? Maybe Jack just needed water?
Was he mad about lunch?Shit. Maybe Jack was mad.
Fuck.
He jogged around to the passenger side and climbed in, just trying to be cool. “You looked great out there. As usual.”
“Thanks.” Jack leaned over the console, grabbed him, and kissed him hard enough his head spun.
Damn. Okay, not mad.
He caught the fabric of Jack’s shirt to steady himself and let it happen, moaning into the kiss.
Jack didn’t back off until they were both breathing hard. Then he leaned back, licking his lips. “Better.”
“Fuck,” he managed between breaths. Better? “For you maybe. I think my balls are on fire.”
“Better. I wanted that kiss all fucking day.” Jack started the truck. “You want me to jack you off here, or can I fuck you senseless before we order room service?”
“Don’t rush it, cowboy. Can we eat our steaks naked?” They’d eaten many a room service meal in bed.
“I will order you filet, medium rare, and feed you every damn bite. You got my word.”
“Right on.” He was still catching his breath as Jack left the parking lot, thinking about Jack wanting to kiss him all day. He probably could call that a win, but really, he was just so damn happy that he’d been missed. He rested a hand on Jack’s thigh and the little shiver he got in return made him smile.
This was going to be an epic night.
5
Jack checked on his horses, made sure they were both good, and then grabbed coffees and headed back upstairs where he undressed and slipped back into bed and cuddled up against Hudson.
He liked this part, and he was tired this morning. Sleepy.
He pulled the covers over them and dozed, his nose against the back of Hudson’s neck.
Even after their evening activities, Hudson still smelled like hotel shampoo—they’d shared a shower when they got back—and didn’t seem any more ready to get up than he was.
It suited him to the bone. He needed a morning of rest. Maybe one with Hudson.
“I smell coffee,” Hudson said softly, stirring a little and pressing back against him. “When did you get up? I must have really been out.”