“Shame. I could totally make sure you need to see them…”
Hudson pulled his briefs on, then turned around to show him a fucking hot purple bruise. His mark. “Yeah? You think I should get them to look at this bite for me? Some animal got me.”
“Mmhmm… It suits you.” He traced the bite, humming deep in his chest. “I like it.”
That was an understatement and a half.
Hudson took a deep breath and nodded, turning to look into his eyes. “I like it too.”
Those blue eyes made him shiver, made him want to grab Hudson up and just fuck him until neither of them could bear it.
“Jesus. When you look at me like that…” Hudson took a step back and looked away, finding his jeans. “What’s your call time tonight?”
“I’m due at the arena around five-thirty so I can warm up. Want to have room service for lunch after your meeting?”Want to have a long, hot shower, fuck again, then have a nap?
“Well, I don’t know how long the meeting will go. Maybe I’ll see you after the event.” Hudson pulled his shirt on and buttoned it.
“Maybe?” One of his eyebrows lifted like it was attached by a string to the ceiling. What the hell?
Hudson bent to tie his sneakers with a groan. “I mean, we’ll see how the night goes, right?”
“Well, I ain’t likely to bruise my balls in the saddle, darlin’. I’ll be ready to turn you inside out by ten p.m..” In fact, he might be ready by nine forty-five, but it was a drive from the arena.
“I’ll find you.” Hudson picked up his coffee. “How are Ghost and Princess? Still riding well?”
“Always. They’re good babies, both of them.” And he loved them to death.
“Good, good. Looking forward to seeing them too.” Hudson sat on the bed. “And Mackey? How is he?” It said something about how well Hudson knew him that the guy asked about his horses before asking after Mackey.
“In love. Living with his guy. Dream house, dream guy, dream job.” He stayed there quite a bit—there was room for his horses and plenty of work to do.
“So… living the dream.” Hudson shook his head. “Jealous?”
“You know it.” But when was he going to be able to just buy a house? He had horses, and no one that wanted to live with his happy ass.
Hudson glanced at him curiously, then got up and found his shoes. “Yeah. Me too.”
“You ain’t got a house? Like a fancy one?” He thought for sure Hudson had told him that. Some condo deal with high ceilings and big windows.
“Yep. I do have a house.” Hudson looked in the mirror next to the dresser and fixed his hair with his fingers.
“I thought so.” He’d never been, because he traveled with his horses. It was a thing. Horses weren’t fancy.
Or condo-friendly.
Hudson sighed. “Right. Well, I better get going.” He got a quick peck on the cheek and a soft smile. Hudson looked tired, but they’d earned their sleepless night. “Thanks for the fuck, cowboy. And the coffee.”
He hauled Hudson in for a kiss, making sure his lover knew they weren’t done. “I’ll see you tonight. Holler when you’re all done with your meeting. We can lunch.”
Hudson flushed deep and nodded as he backed toward the door. “See you later.”
Jack frowned, but let Hudson go. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well.
Maybe the whole business thing wasn’t as good as he’d let on.
Jack wasn’t sure, but he would be here to help, if Hudson wanted it.
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