Page 13 of Leading the Blind
Oh, didn’t he love those words in Jason’s voice?
“Good deal. I want you, too.” He took another kiss, then another, shutting out everything else.
Jason stripped him down like nothing going, the fine son of a bitch not the least bit clumsy, those fingers knowing just what they were doing. This, they had practice at. Lots of it.
He watched Jase like a hawk—the expressions that crossed Jason’s lean face fascinated the living fuck out of him. It was like before everything had been a lie, everything had been hidden away—and now he could see anything he wanted. It wasn’t true. He’d seen Jase staring at him, lusting after him before, but he hadn’t been brave enough to reach. Not before he’d known that Jase might well and truly leave his happy ass.
Now he held on with both hands. This time he kissed hard and told Mini how he felt.
He could feel that hard heat, the pressure against his thigh that proved Jason’s need. Bax rocked against Jason, his moan coming right out loud now. That felt so fine.
“Mmm. Mine.”
“Well, duh.” Who else’s would he possibly be?
“Not romantic.” Jason pinched his hip.
“Because romance, that’s me.” He spun Jason around, his cock grinding into that sweet bubble butt.
“Dancing with me.”
“Uh-huh. You know how I like to dance.” Bax could cut a rug.
“I do.”
He slid one hand down, letting his thumb catch on Jase’s hipbone and the rest of his hand just frame all that goodness behind Mini’s zipper.
“Uhn.” Jason rolled his hips, grinding a little.
Dancing. That was what they needed. A dance. A fuck. A nap. In that order. Bax swayed, then turned Jason, leading him around the room a little. Music? They didn’t need no stinking music.
Of course, he’d take it when Jason started humming an old George tune. Damn, that sounded sweet as fuck. He did love those moments when Mini sang. Maybe that would be Jason’s second career, huh? His Mini, country music sensation.
Bah.He wanted a ranch with some waterfront and a shit ton of cattle and dogs.
Bax turned Jason to face him and broke into a two-step. Jason smiled and let him lead, the motion easy as breathing, which was a dumb goddamn thing to think, because suddenly he couldn’t. Suddenly he was fighting to suck in air because they were dancing.
“You okay?” Jason reached up to stroke his cheek, his hand steady as could be.
“I am.” He wasn’t, but that wasn’t Mini’s fault.
“Cool. I like this.”
“Me, too.” God, did he. He loved the feel of Jason sliding against him, loved the smile Mini wore. Loved how Jason believed in him, without question.
They wound down to a waltz, and the urgency had slid past now. Oh, they’d love on each other, but it could wait.
“You really thinking to move up, Mini? For real?”
“I only got so much time, Bax. I cain’t hide this forever.”
“I know. I just hate it’s not fair to you. You should be able to let people know. Other than that, I’m behind you one hundred percent.”Always.
“Momma would say life’s not fair.”
“She’s right. It sucks. But I got you here. Now.”
“You do. Praise God and Greyhound.”
