“No. No, Texas isn’t good for us. It’s hard enough to be working all over. Home ought to be free.”
“Exactly.” Hudson took a sip of his beer, watching him. “I should go see this property on your next break. If Mackey and Sid will have me for a few days.”
Huh. Okay. “You want to? I got to go pick the horses up for the end of next week. If you got time, I’ll take you with me a day or two early. I’m having to drive back through here to get to Broken Bow.”
“I’d love that.” Hudson’s smile was so bright it put the sunset behind him to shame. “I have time. I make my own time.”
“Yeah? Then I’ll check with Mackey and stuff, but he has a lot of room. I bet he’ll be good with it.” Shocked, but what could it hurt. Hudson had asked.
“Cool. It’ll be fun. I can’t wait to see Mackey and Sid’s place.” Hudson reached over and tapped his fingers. “Do you want seconds on anything?”
“Those potatoes are good, but I’m stuffed as a tick, thank you. You want I should do the dishes?”
“Thanks. We can do them together. I’m stuffed too.” Hudson stood up and took his plate. “I do have some ice cream for later if you’re interested.”
“Mmhmm.” That wasn’t what he wanted later. “Maybe in between rounds two and three.”
That was a little ambitious, but it would make Hudson smile.
It worked. Hudson blushed and shook his head. “I like that you think I can manage three times with the way you fuck, cowboy.”
“I’m inspired.” Jack reached across the counter, took hold of Hudson’s nape, and dragged him into a kiss.
He heard Hudson’s plate clatter onto the counter, and Hudson grabbed back, fingers curling into his hair.
Oh, fucking hot.
He wondered how many surfaces in this house Hudson hadn’t christened.
“Dishes later?” Hudson whispered breathlessly, still meeting him halfway across the counter.
He licked at Hudson’s lips. “Later, darlin’. Where do you want to start?”
Hudson scooped up their plates and tossed them in the sink, shoved their beers aside, and hauled his pretty denim-covered ass up on the counter.
“Oh, I knew there was a reason I l—” Oh. Whoa. No. Nope. Kissing.
Kissing hard. Fucking. This was about fucking.
Hudson’s kiss was hot and hungry, and he arched toward Jack, heels curling around Jack’s thighs.
“Gonna make you scream, darlin’.” Jack pushed in, growling deep in his chest.
“Gonna make you want to stay.” Hudson kissed him again so he couldn’t answer.
Jack was sort of afraid that Hudson wasn’t going to have to work too terribly hard at that.
14
Hudson stepped out of the shower and smiled at the mug of coffee waiting for him on the counter. He took a sip, and as the warmth, the perfect amount of cream and the caffeine kicked in, so did the realization that he was already enjoying this too much. He couldn’t let himself get used to this.
Then again, Jack washere, and he was going to see Jack’s off-the-road world next week, and that was a giant step closer to what he wanted than he was in Anaheim.
As he toweled off he reminded himself that Jack had heard his little hints and hadn’t shut him down yet. Then he also reminded himself that Jack wasn’t exactly forthcoming with everything he was thinking most of the time.
He took another sip of his coffee and pulled on his robe, following the scent of breakfast as he made his way down the hall.
He found Jack carefully making French toast, eyebrows creased with concentration as he waited and flipped.