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BEN

Geoff and TJ move off towards the bar where Geoff gets him a soda and they ease onto barstools. I can see the stars in TJ’s eyes as I sip my Scotch, gesturing to Todd to sit in the vacated chair.

I hear laughter followed by a dramatic “BOOM” from Geoff.

“My son may just have a big ole crush on your husband,” Todd says, shaking his head.

“He is in safe hands, Todd.” I say over my Scotch. “Geoff is kind.”

“I’m countin’ on it,” Todd replies. “He mentioned some, um, twinkies he knows?”

I cough. “Twinks, Todd. And yes, he does. He used to wait tables at a very gay bar in Denver.” I won’t mention the twerking. Todd might faint.

“I’d be much obliged if y’all could introduce us. TJ, I mean.” He huffs out a laugh. “I am so out of my depth, like a whale shark in a canoe.”

“You’re doing great.” I tip my head at my man and his new fanboy. “Eyeliner is on point.”

Todd covers his face with his hand. “Told him he looked pretty, and he almost cried.”

My smile must be breaking my face.

“Geoff told me to tell him he was pretty if he wore makeup.” He huffs out. “I owe him for that.”

“Just love your son, Todd. That is huge. Right there.”

Slight movement at the bar draws my eyes. Wendell Craddock has drawn up a barstool a few places down from Geoff and TJ. He glares in their direction, and I hear Todd moving before I do. He slides onto the stool between TJ and Wendell, shaking his hand and introducing himself in that booming Texas manner. I make my way to Geoff’s side and just stand loosely by. Waiting.

Todd orders a Scotch, and they exchange small talk for a few beats, nothing of any consequence. Wendell glances past Todd’s shoulder at me and mutters something I can’t quite hear. Todd’s snarl, however, is very clear.

“You can take your homophobic asshole attitude right out of here, Craddock. That is my son and my friends, and they are worth ten of you. Fuck off.”

Geoff has fists on his hips, looking at the new game room in disbelief.

“I said a PlayStation, not all of this,” he gestures at the LazyBoys and giant TV with one of every game system the techies assured me would keep him and his friends happy.

I finished sixth on Sunday in Alberta and we flew back Monday afternoon. We went out for a long drive in his Mustang on Tuesday, up to Estes Park for a round of eighteen early Wednesday morning, driving back in the evening to let the crews finish installing the equipment.

I wrap my arms around him from behind. “Too much?”

He wiggles his way around to face me and kisses the fuck out of me until I am rigid. Shoving me into a LazyBoy, he strips my sweats down and engulfs my cock.

“Oh! Fuck! Oh, baby, you don’t have to… ugnn, damn, that’s good.”

He raises his eyes to stare at me, those brilliant blues shining up at me as he sucks, tugging my balls perfectly until I spill down his throat.

“Fuck, you are good at that,” I pant as he licks me clean.

“Helloooooooo!” A woman’s voice calls out.

“Shit, it’s Carolyn!” I gasp as I yank my sweats up. Geoff is laughing, his head on my knee as he wipes cum and spit from his mouth with the back of his hand.

As she rounds the corner, she says, “Oh, here you are… whoops! Sorrrrryyyyyy! I’ll be in the kitchen, take your tiiiiime!”

Geoff is now on his back on the floor laughing.

“Not funny!” I grumble.

“Oh my god, it’s hysterical,” he says, literally rolling on the floor. “I finally meet your sister and I have your dick in my mouth.”