Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bax sighed and rolled his shoulders, his neck like frozen rope.
Damn, it had been a hellacious trip, but they’d finally made it.
AJ’s place would be perfect for what they needed.
The man was obsessive about his sport, and he had a wee indoor arena, even, along with an outside practice chute and all. A mechanical bull.
A pretty little guest house.
“Well, here we go, boys,” Coke said, clapping him on the back as he helped Jase out of the truck.
Missy walked out of the main house, hair wild, baby on one shoulder. “Hey. You made it in time for the two a.m. feeding. Coke, honey, you’re in the green room. Jase, Andy—I’ve got the guest house all made up. It’s yours for as long as you need it. Now, where’s my husband?”
“Right behind us, honey. He wanted to make sure the gate was done up.” Coke went and gave baby and Missy a kiss.
Missy hugged Coke tightly and handed over the baby, who went like a charm. Then those arms were thrown around him, Missy kissing his cheek. “You’re looking damn grumpy, Andy. You and me, we need to do some shots in a couple days, huh?”
“You know it. I been cooped up with these assholes for days.” He softened that by patting Jason’s butt where no one could see. Still, he could use a shot.
“And you.” She grabbed Jason and squeezed. “You do find yourself some shit, man. No worries. You’ll have whatever you need here, huh? I’ll keep those fucking media vultures away with a shotgun if I have to.”
Yeah, yeah she would, too. Some reporter came out once, after it got out that little Benji was real sick and not likely to live. Missy came out with a sawed-off shotgun and blew the windshield out of their Honda.
AJ’d damn near busted his buttons with pride.
Mini nodded. “Thanks. Y’all are good folks.”
“Yeah. We all are.” Coke laughed as the baby burped. “Which one’s this one?”
“That’s Daisy.”
“Well, hey, Daisy,” Coke said, bouncing the wee one a bit. “I’m bushed. You think I can go sit with this one and just have some tea?”
“Sure you can, honey. If she fusses, there’s a bottle on the breakfast table.” Missy waved Coke toward the house, smiling as AJ pulled up. “Hey, baby. You need help with the bulls or you gonna wait to unload ‘til morning?”
“I’ll unload now. Missy show you the guest house, Andy?”
Bax nodded. “Yeah. You want me to…?”
“Nah.” AJ’s eyes were on his woman, just burning. Oh. Right. They were heading to the barn. “You take Mini and let him rest, huh?”
Then they were alone, everyone disappearing like smoke. Damn. Bax laughed a little. “You want a shower?”
“Fuck, yes. How’s your leg, and where’s the suitcases and stuff, and I’ll carry.”
“It itches.” He’d all but forgotten his leg, but man it was stiff and sore. “Here. This one’s yours.” He put Jason’s duffel right in those reaching hands.
“Thanks. You want me to lug yours?” Jason looked toward the lights at the big house, eyes fastened to them, even though Mini didn’t know he was seeing them.
“Nope. I got my backpack. We’ll get the rest tomorrow. Come on.” He wanted hot water and a bed and Jase next to him without Mini’s momma right there.
They made it down the driveway with the bare minimum of stumbling. He’d have to talk to AJ about stringing a light up so he could see a bit of something. The house had a light on, though, one over the front door, the place looking inviting as hell.
It was small, rustic, but damned fine, with a couch and a chair in the tiny front room, along with a one-wall kitchenette. The bed in the big bedroom wasn’t skimpy, the bathroom full-sized, and Bax moaned at the sight of the tub. “We can have a nice shower, man.”
“Cool.” Mini was standing really still in the doorway, swallowing a little. “Okay, now. Help me out. What all’s here?”
“Well, you want to start back at the front door?” That might be better than starting in the bedroom. “Come on. Drop the bag two feet to your left.”
“Sure, let me take my boots off. My fucking feet are killing me.”
“‘Kay.” He dropped the backpack and wished he’d kept his crutches, waiting for Jason to get settled. God, what a day.
“You want me to get your boot, man?” Mini’s hat came off, landing on that duffel.
“Would you?” As if he was gonna say no to Jason bending over and pulling off his boot. Yeah. Right.
“Sure.” Jason came right to him, sliding those callused hands along his sides and thighs as Mini knelt before him. Jesus fuck.
“Oh. Oh, Jase. Been needing to just touch.” He stroked Jason’s cheeks, staring down, feeling how sharp those cheekbones were.
Jason nodded, forehead resting on his lower belly, lips hovering near his buckle.
“Hot.” Jason felt almost felt feverish, and Bax couldn’t blame him. All day in the truck, moving, not being able to see.
“Tell me you locked the front door.”
“I so did.” No way was he taking a chance on Coke or AJ wandering in to mention something they forgot.
“Thank God.” Mini popped his buckle, his fly. “If you don’t want, holler, but I… It’s been a long damned day, Bax.”
“I want. I want.” He didn’t want to take anything he shouldn’t ought to, but if Jase wanted to give. Yeah. A long day.
“Me, too.” His pants got to about halfway down his thighs, his tighty-whities dragged right along with. Then Jason leaned in, lips finding his cock, easy as pie.
Some things weren’t hard to spot, even for a blind guy. Bax chuckled, his hips doing a slow roll. “Oh, God, Mini. Good.”
Jason hummed, murmured something around his dick, tongue sliding on his skin.
So hot. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself feel it, letting Jason give. His leg wobbled a little, but held, and Bax groaned, feeling the touch of that mouth all the way down to his toes.
Jase wasn’t in a bit of a hurry, eyes closed, lips and tongue just fucking exploring him, fingers working his balls, petting and stroking the inside of his thighs. Those lips felt fiery and soft, riding up and down his cock, and Bax’s nuts drew up under Jason’s touch, his belly like a board.
“Mmm.” Those fingers slipped under his balls, tracing the skin just behind.
“Jason!” He went up on tiptoes, his cast creaking on his bad leg. Goddamn. Yeah. “More.”
That mouth went down, fingers slid back and up and oh. Oh, fuck. That felt wild.
He didn’t know whether to pull away or push back, so Bax just went with what felt good.
He pushed back against Jason’s fingers, then forward into that hot mouth.
Mini stayed right with him, touching and sucking, loving on him, making him crazy as fuck.
All he could do was hump and hum and ride it out, just like the best eight seconds ever.
Then that burning tongue scraped across the head of his dick, swirling a little on the way down, and Andy arched, rocking a little on the ball of his cast. Damn.
His skin tingled, his fingers scraping over Jason’s shoulders.
His ass clenched tight and his balls tried to crawl up against his body, and… Yeah.
Oh, fuck yeah.
Jason took him down to the root, lips tight around the base of his cock, pulling good and hard.
Bax came, little fireworks going off behind his eyes, his belly tight as all get out.
A shout burst out of him, the sound ringing through the little room.
Jase eased back off him, smiling, looking about as peaceful as could be.
Bax pulled Jason up and stumbled back to the bed, leaning a little. “Damn, Mini.”
“Yeah. Yeah, Bax. That was fine.” Jason rolled toward him, rubbing against him a little.
“More than fine.” He wasn’t no attention hog. Bax knew how to give back. He reached down and gave Jason a press through his jeans, squeezing hard.
He got a wild, wicked smile, Mini jonesing on him. “We could get naked, Bax. Keep that zipper from biting on me.”
“We could. I like you naked.” Bax sat back and pushed Jason up, working buttons and zippers and shit, trying to get to skin. Between them, they managed naked just fine and he propped himself on his elbow, staring down at the compact, fuzzy little body.
“You’re something else, Mini.” Bax started at the sharp curve of one shoulder, stroking down Jason’s arm.
“Mmm. Your hands, Bax.” Jase leaned toward him, stretching.
“All yours, buddy. I swear.” His hands wasn’t nothin’ special. They were scarred and hard and rough, but he knew Jason liked ‘em all right.
“Mmmhmm.” Jason looked as if he was on cloud fucking nine.
Hell, Bax couldn’t blame the man. It was pretty close to heaven.
If only those pretty eyes could see. Didn’t matter.
Mini could sure feel him, feel him pulling and stroking.
And he could sure as fuck watch for the both of them.
Watch that pink tongue flicking out, over and over, to wet Jason’s lips.
Watch that wet-tipped cock push up through the circle of his thumb and forefinger.
“You… I… Damn, Jason.” He didn’t know what he wanted next. What he wanted to taste or touch. So Bax just kept on keeping on, kissing Jason hard, his thumb working the head of Mini’s hot dick.
These harsh little sounds kept pouring into his lips, over and over, Jason giving it up for him.
“Fuck.” Growling, he pushed Jase down, moving them around, and bent to suck the thick flesh right into his mouth.
Christ. Yes.
“Bax!” Mini sat halfway up, mouth open, throat working.
“Mmmhmm.” Oh, yeah. Jason was leaking for him, hot as fire, and Bax licked hard, tongue rubbing up and down.
“You. You. Oh.” Jason started rocking, humping up against his hand, into his mouth, looking debauched as all get out.
Him. He was doing this. His palm cupped those heavy balls, rolling them, pressing them up against the base of Jason’s cock.
His mouth went all the way down, his lips closing tight, and Bax swallowed.
Needing. Jase came for him just like that, pouring into his lips, hips bucking like they were right out of the gate.
Bax held on, keeping Jason from choking him, and rode out each spasm, humming to himself. Fuck, he loved that man.
“Goddamn.” Jason flopped back onto the bed, laughing softly. “Oh. Better.”
“Yeah? Good. I tell you, I thought I was gonna go crazy in that truck.” Bax felt a little floppy himself.
“No shit.” Jason gathered him up close, hand sliding up and down his back.
“Feels good, Mini.” That was an understatement, but so true. “We could wait on a shower.”
“Uh-huh. We could just stay right here a bit.”
“We could. Get the blanket up on us.” Snuggle. Who cared about anything else? It was like, three a.m.
Jase got them settled, got one cheek on his shoulder. “I hope Momma will start to understand. It’s gonna be better, doing it like this.”
He wrapped his arms right around Jason, holding that skinny-assed body close. “She will. This will work, Jase. I promise.”
“Shh.” Jason kissed him, eyes closed. “We’ll figure our shit out.”
“You know it.” Hell, a good night’s sleep would go a long way toward getting them back on track.