Page 37 of Leading the Blind
“Nah.” AJ snorted at both of them. “You’re frickin’ tiny as ever, Mini. You’re just not used to sitting in the damn chaps for three or four other rides. Small events spoil us all.”
“True, that.” They stomped out of the arena, avoiding the fans, the cameras and the other riders, thanks to Balta.
That Brazilian was wide, loud and sounded happy as a pig in shit running interference when Ace hollered at Jason.Dodged that bullet, for sure.
“I owe him one,” Jase muttered. “And he’ll collect. Crazy old man.”
“He will. He loves being in on something.” Bax had to laugh, just because it felt damn fine to be alive.
“Three more rides, then we get to go to Phoenix.” Jason had this down.
“Yep. We can do this.” Bax was feeling amazing. He hugged Jase as they slid into the truck.
“We will. Dammit. Pizza upstairs once the event’s over, Aje?”
AJ glanced at Bax, one eyebrow up, then he grinned wide. “Hell, yeah! I’m in.”
AJ loved pizza, and he would work it off. The man could gain and lose the same five pounds a million times. Mini would eat his one piece, but the invite was out there, and Jase hadn’t done that in months.
God. His Mini was glowing.
Bax wanted to go two-stepping all of a sudden.
They could do it, in the suite part, just turn on some King George and go for it. Jason followed like a dream, and Bax did love to dance. After AJ left, he would make sure they rubbed belt buckles.
They ambled up to the hotel, and Aje pulled to the door. “I’m going to grab some Cokes and stuff. I’ll see y’all for pizza when everyone gets here.”
“Cool. See you in a bit.” Bax kept it casual, but he felt like hollering, “score”. He grabbed Mini by the wrist. “Come on. We’re early.”
“Good deal.” Jason nodded, and they went in, Jase easily fielding the couple of fans who either didn’t have tickets for tonight or whatever.
The confidence one ride had brought amazed him. Made him damn happy, too.
They got the elevator to themselves, and they both relaxed for the first time since they’d left the hotel.
Bax grabbed Jason’s hand. “Damn good ride, Mini. Damn fine.”
“It felt normal. It felt like a ride.” Jason’s smile was like the sun coming from behind a cloud. “I’m tired of stressing shit, Bax. I want to ride and win.”
“Well, you know how to do that.” He was just along for the ride. Oh, he was good enough, but he’d been injury boy from day one. Mini was a master class on how to get it done.
“I do.” Jason yelped when Bax dragged him out of the elevator and down the hall. He wanted to beat the crowds. Jason could run, though, and he didn’t question Bax, just came along, sweet as you please.
He got them into the room. “Stay right there.” He didn’t worry about the arena dust. He just plugged his phone in before calling up his favorite playlist.
“Bax?” Mini tilted his head, curious.
“Hear that King George?” Now that was a boot-sliding song. He moved close again to take Jason in his arms.
“Oh.” Mini relaxed. “I do. I hear you, Bax.”
“Mmmhmm. You know I like a victory dance.” He used to have to dance with any girl who was willing but not clingy. Now he had this man to touch and hold.
He thought he might even be pro-clingy where Jason was concerned.
Definitely pro that little smile and the way Jason went on tiptoe to brush a kiss over his lips. “You’ve got my whole dance card filled, Bax.”
He liked that. Hell, he liked that quite a bit. Jason’s hand came to rest on his hip, solid and hot.
