Hudson hissed so pretty. “Mm. Insisting.”
“Insisting. I can be gentle, darlin’…” He couldn’t help his chuckle, but Hudson liked things a little rough anyway.
“Drink your coffee, liar.” Hudson rolled his eyes, but he was laughing. “So… I’m going to need a shower. And then I think you should take me to brunch. I’m talking with some of the riders later this afternoon.”
“Both of those things are totally in my realm. Shower. Cantaloupe. Bacon.” Oh, those were three things.
“And coffee. All the important food groups. You know I love cantaloupe.” Hudson set his coffee down. “You think you can shower with me, and we’ll still make it to brunch?”
“I think I can try. I mean, that sweet heinie is special.” He patted Hudson’s cock, then rolled up to sitting. “Let’s do this.”
“That’s breaking a rule, I’m sure of it.” Hudson hovered close all the way to the bathroom and let him do everything—turn on the lights, the water, put out towels—just watching him.
“You okay, darlin’?” His cock was filling, nice and steady, Hudson’s gaze like a touch.
“Mhm. Just admiring your scars. You have a couple of big ones that are new since I saw you last. Did you wreck, and I missed it?”
“It was that bar fight. They brought a knife to a fistfight.” Him and Tommy had both come out worse than they’d waded in, but they looked better than the other guys.
Hudson shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Jack. You’re too old to be tearing it up in bars anymore.”
His mouth dropped open. Too old? Him? “I’ll have you know I kicked ass and took names!”
It had cost him a night in the hospital and thirty stitches, but he’d paid it.
“Oh, I have no doubt you did. I was talking about up here, babe.” Hudson grinned and tapped his forehead. “Cowboys.”
“Don’t make me beat you, darlin’. Your butt’s sore.” Babe, huh? Okay, he could handle that.
Hudson snorted playfully and stepped past him into the shower, fingers trailing over his hip as Hudson passed by. “Everything is a fight with you.”
“Yeah, it’s hard being that guy.” But everyone had a role in life, he guessed.
“You don’t have to be that guy with me.” Hudson pulled him into the shower. “Not all the time anyway.”
Now that would be a thought. “What guy do I need to be with you, darlin’?”
“Right now? That guy I woke up with. The snuggly one.” Hudson kissed him, that same slow gentle kiss he’d gotten earlier.
Worked for him. He didn’t have anywhere to be for a few hours, and he was warm and happy right where he was.
Fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked slowly, teasing him as they kissed. “See? That’s nice, right?”
Nice? That wasn’t the word he’d use. Not really. “You okay, darlin’? There ain’t never been a thing wrong with your hand on me.”
“Cowboy, you are so literal. And I can’t keep my hands off you.” That grip tightened and he got another kiss, this one to his jaw, then to his ear, his neck.
His eyelids got heavy, and he found himself focusing on nothing but that strong, sure touch. It went on and on, steady and knowing, and so did Hudson’s kisses, pushing him slow and easy toward something he usually liked to work hard for.
“Damn, darlin’. Making me dizzy.” His tongue flicked out, and he tried to breathe.
“Good. Lightheaded? Hot? Are you close? Gonna come for me?” The touch got a little faster, just a touch harder, just right.
“Uhn.” That was a decent answer, right. He hoped so, because it was the one he had.
“Yeah? Come on then.” Hudson stroked from the root up and pinched the tip of his cock.
He bucked up, his lips parting. Oh fuck, that was nice. He leaned back, throat working as he came.