“Yeah, and deal with getting our utilities all turned on, collecting the keys, doing things at the ranch.”
“Oh. Turning the utilities on will be good. We can fuck in our shower with the water on this time.” Their shower. Their house. He grinned over at Jack. “I’d even fuck in the pink bathroom. If you can get it up there.”
“Don’t make me beat you, now. I am secure in my masculinity. Pink doesn’t make me limp at all.”
God, Jack made him so fucking happy. “That’s my studly cowboy. Then again, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you limp.”
“I’d never let you believe I wasn’t wanting you.”
Oh, smart-ass!
He leaned closer to Jack. “Uh-huh. I’m just that hot. Lots of guys look, remember? You have no choice but to want me.”
“Oh, I chose. I chose you, no question. I knew that you were it.”
He sat up tall, making sure to look proud as a peacock. “Of course you did.”
Jack chuckled softly and patted his thigh. “I do love a confident man. It’s sexy as fuck.”
“Me too. Me too, cowboy. Such a turn-on.” For real. Jack just dripped with sexy. “Hey, don’t ranches have names? What are we naming ours?”
Jack pursed his lips. “I hadn’t thought of it… We can use a brand or just a name, especially as I don’t intend to run cattle.”
“Something about bull riding. Pickup Ranch. The PU.” He chuckled. “P.U. ha-ha.”
“What do you do? You’re like an inventor, huh? I like Invention Ranch.”
“Kind of. An engineer. Invention seems long. And nobody names a ranch after a geek. The About Time? The Long Wait?” He laughed.
“The Turd Monkey?” Jack shot back, chuckles on the air.
“Oh, now you want it named after you again?”
Laughter filled the cab of the truck. He reached for the radio and turned it on so they could sing the rest of the way home.
They stopped and picked up sandwiches and beer for tonight, plus basics for their groceries, and pulled in about dusk.
“I’m going to unload the horses and feed, then I’ll be in, darlin’.”
“I’ll grab our bags; we can just leave everything else for tomorrow, right?” He pulled out the groceries, his suitcase, and Jack’s duffel. “See you inside, baby.”
He had a keypad code now, and it felt good to just walk in. He dropped the groceries off in the kitchen, their laundry in the laundry room, and then set the rest of their shit in Jack’s bedroom.
He went back to the laundry room and started a dark load, then unloaded the groceries into the fridge and took one of Mackey and Sid’s beers out to the deck to watch the stars come out.
It was gorgeous out here, but he couldn’t wait to be sitting on his deck. On their deck. Watching their version of stars.
They’d get to work soon. Not tonight, though. Tonight, he had plans for his cowboy.
Plans that involved lube and possibly hollering. He loved that idea—his cowboy letting go and coming with a yell.
And there was no one to hear them for miles except the horses.
He pulled out his phone and took a picture of the last bit of sun disappearing and texted it to Ellie, then started to open up his work email and closed it again.
Nope. No work. Just cowboy.
It took a bit before Jack came out of the pasture and reparked the truck and trailer. He loved the casual relaxation that he was getting to see, more and more often.