Page 7 of Leading the Blind
Bax kissed him, really letting him feel it.Oh. Oh, hello.He blinked, trying to catch a glimpse, something.
“Hey, just relax, Mini.”
“I am. I want to see you kiss me.”
“I want that, too. So bad.” Bax rested their foreheads together.
“I want another kiss worse.”
“That I can do.” Bax kissed him until his ears rang, and he held on, begging for one more, another. More. The damn food could wait again. “You hungry, Mini?”
“Uh-huh.” He was starving for Bax’s touch. He reached up to hold them together, to make sure Bax knew. “I got you.”
Jason pressed one leg between Bax’s thighs, rocking them together.
“Hell yes.” Bax was panting already, so hot off the mark, and Jason leaned in to take another of those wild kisses. Bax rubbed on him, hard as hell through those starched jeans, so he worked one hand between them, squeezing hard. “Oh.” Bax made a noise, hot as hell and twice as deep. He wanted to hear that again. Needed to. He needed to know he could make Bax wild.
If he couldn’t do anything else in this life, he could love this man to death.
“More, Mini. Please.” Bax sounded hoarse and needy.Perfect.
“All of it,” he promised, and he yanked at Bax’s buckle, his fingers tracing it. West Texas. He knew this one.
“That’s it.” Bax sucked in so he could undo the button and zipper.
“You smell good,” he whispered, so low. It was true—it was Ivory soap and leather and musk and it made his mouth dry.
“Yeah, well, you taste good.”
He snorted, the sound strangled as he grabbed Bax’s cock.
“Mmm.” Bax rose up against him, probably going on his tiptoes.
“Pretty, pretty.” Bax was solid in his palm, hot as a brand.
“Want you. I—damn, Mini. Need.”
“Good.” He stroked, up and down, making Bax feel every callus.
“So good. So.” Bax tugged at his shirt.
“So.” If he stripped off, he’d have to lose his prize.
“Mini. I want to touch.”
“Uh-huh. I want everything.” He let go and yanked his shirt off. Then he reached unerringly for that hard flesh he needed.
Bax touched him, sliding those callused hands on his arms, his shoulders, and he moaned his pleasure. “Mmm. Hello.”
He did like Andy Baxter’s hands, no question.
“I swear, you need sun, Mini. You’re gonna glow like Gramps’ ass.”
Butthead man. He didn’t have a lot of time nekkid outside. “We ought to go to Gramps’. Use the pool.”
“Not now.” Bax laughed, pinching one of Jason’s nipples.
“No. No, not now. No pinching, you turd.” He dragged his thumb over Bax’s slit hard enough that the bastard would feel it.
