“You think so? Must be all the practice you get in between.” Hudson gave him a wink.
“You got to use it, so they say.” He wasn’t getting it every weekend these days, but he wasn’t a fucking monk.
Hudson watched him, then pushed his chair back from the table. “You wanna show me what you got?”
“You know it.” He stood and offered Hudson his best smile. Thank goodness Hudson seemed more… normal. “I got us a nice room.”
“Mhm. Okay. I’ve got a room down the hall too. I just dropped my suitcase in it.”
Weird. “You don’t want to stay with me? You know you’re welcome as the flowers in May.”
Hudson gave him a smile, but it seemed… complicated. “Oh, I know, cowboy. Thank you. But I’m here on business too this time, so it just seemed… I just got my own space.”
That sorta made sense, he guessed. He wasn’t much for business. “Well, you want to cancel your room, I got you a key made. First, though, I want to get you somewhere I can kiss the fire out of you.”
Hudson’s blush was answer enough. “Let’s go to yours.”
2
Hudson had spent the entire flight from Denver rehearsing how he was going to handle this meeting.
Listen, cowboy. We need to talk.
Talk. He was going to talk first. Set some ground rules and tell Jack what he needed. He’d chosen his words carefully, made sure they weren’t mean, and that he wasn’t being unfair. But after over ten years of these meet-ups he wanted more, and he was finally in a position to get it.
If Jack would give it to him.
But fuck him, Jack Boers was hotter than a city sidewalk in July, and as much as he wanted more, what he really wanted was Jack.
Now.
He didn’t care that he was blushing; it wasn’t a secret what the cowboy could do to him with a look or the right words. And Jack had said a lot of very right words.
“C’mon, darlin’. I do love the look in your pretty eyes.” Jack stood back, waiting on him to come around, and Hudson could almost feel the gaze on his ass.
He shook his head but couldn’t help his smile. Jack was usually more discreet and saved things like that for when they were alone. “You’re killing me.”
“Oh, that’s the farthest thing on earth from what I want, now.” No. He knew full well that Jack wanted him—in every way possible.
He swallowed as they stepped onto the elevator with a handful of other people and kept himself in check by gripping the railing behind his back. Jack leaned up against the wall beside him, heat radiating toward him. God, the cowboy smelled good. He didn’t know anyone else that wore that cologne—he didn’t even know what it was—it was just Jack.
Jack smiled over at him, so tanned and easy in his skin that he could hardly bear it. The flat belly was punctuated by an open neck on the white button-down at the top and a big silver buckle at the bottom.
Somewhere on the other side of this evening was the conversation they needed to have, but he understood now that this had to happen first. They’d both been waiting a year for it. This was the promise they’d made to each other last year, and every year before that.
The doors opened and he’d never been so relieved to follow the cowboy off an elevator before. “Thank fucking God.”
“Mmhmm…” Jack managed to get the door open and dragged him into a fancy hotel room before that hungry mouth fell on his, devouring him like he was a buffet.
His knees went to jelly, and he hooked a hand behind Jack’s neck, mostly to hold himself up while every nerve and every muscle he had responded at once. His cock pressed up against his fly, his skin broke out in goose bumps, and there suddenly wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. He groaned and let Jack’s tongue do as it pleased, searching and claiming every bit of him.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Jack growled low and dragged them together, fingertips digging into his ass.
“You kiss like a fucking beast.” And he loved it. He hauled on Jack’s shoulders and rocked into those big, strong hands.
Jack was laser focused, watching him like he was the entire world, like there was nothing else on earth Jack wanted but him.
He twisted in Jack’s arms making enough room to unbutton his shirt and give Jack something more to look at it. He had no idea if Jack was this engaged with all of his lovers, but it had always been like this between them. There was never any question he was the center of Jack’s universe when they were together like this. He tossed his shirt and flexed his shoulders—he knew how to keep Jack’s attention.