“Lunch yes; that pinchy thing? No. Not fair.” But he laughed because playful Jack was fun, and this trip had been a good time so far. “I like beingtheguy.”
“I like it too, darlin’. I like it a lot. I think I’ll keep you around.” Jack carefully didn’t look at him.
“For breakfast?” He had to tease because he knew there was more going on than Jack was ready to say and for now, that was okay.
“Nom nom nom.” Oh. Oh, that was clever!
He chuckled, fingers working their way between Jack’s thighs. “Midnight snack? Afternoon tea?”
“Be good, darlin’. I’m going to have to take you to the barn and tear your pretty ass up.”
“Threat or promise?” Huh. That was an idea. He’d never had it in a barn.
“That’s a promise, darlin’. You’ll love getting bent over a stall door and fucked hard. I’ll make you fly.” And just like that, his hot, wild cowboy was offering him all he wanted.
His balls were happy, that was for sure. “I can’t fucking wait.” Jack could bend him over just about anything and he’d be a happy man. He pulled his hand back, though, because his cowboy still had a hundred miles of driving to do before they were anywhere near a barn.
They pulled off the highway in Vail and went to park in the public garage so they could go get lunch.
“There’s a place here with these wild Swiss hot dogs. I’m totally into watching you eat one of them.”
He snorted as he slid out of the truck and groaned as he stretched after sitting so long. “Still a pervy asshole.”
“Guess I’m yours, though. So you’ll work with it.”
He almost swallowed his tongue.
In some ways, Jack was moving faster than he was. In others, Jack was way behind. Hudson was just trying to be careful, be encouraging but not push, be present but notoverbearing. He was glad they were headed to Mackey’s; Mackey knew Jack so well. Maybe they could talk at some point.
And now he was going to eat fancy hot dogs while Jack watched.
“You guess correctly, baby. And I don’t mind. It keeps life interesting. What did you say about hot dogs?”
“Swiss ones. They’re big old fat wieners with spicy mustard and sprouts.” Jack was almost skipping.
“My favorite kind of wiener.” He couldn’t help giggling like an idiot as he caught up with Jack. “You like Vail?”
“Love it. It’s a little fancy, but fun. The skiing is good here.”
Hudson couldn’t quite imagine Jack on skis, but he was fascinated to learn all about it.
It was hard to imagine Jack anywhere but on a horse or in bed.
Well, and making French toast.
And having a talk over a small table in a tavern.
He smiled at Jack. “I can be a little fancy too.”
“Darlin’, you are fancy. You shine.”
Shine… he liked this side of his cowboy. “Jesus, Jack. Don’t make me blush in public.” He was still smiling, and he might be for the next week.
“They’ll all think it’s a sunburn.” Jack grinned at him, just as wicked as could be. “And just wait until I get you a hot dog…”
17
By the time they got to Mackey’s, the sun was setting behind the mountains, and Jack was able to show Hudson the amazing sight of that beautiful house with a fire in the firepit, the roses blooming, and the horses out in the pasture.