Page 102 of The Cowboy's Bullfighter
Coop nodded and hummed, shifting under his touch. “Yeah, and I’d like to see Benji work at least once. This season I’d really like to see him do his thing, so we might have to get us a sitter and you and me fly up north and check it out.”
“We could do that, or we could take the kids to see him…” There was something wonderful about thinking about a vacation with Coop, but he didn’t want a busman’s holiday. He wanted to take Coop to Colorado and spend a long weekend in the mountains, just the two of them, together. He already had arranged that with Kase and Ryder. He had something important to ask his bullfighter then.
“I’m thinking about getting us a big fifth wheel, something we can take the kids camping in where we don’t actually have to sleep on the ground. If we did something like that, then we could just let Ricky and Bella stay here and deal with the animals. Take the other four on a road trip.”
Coop glanced at him, those green eyes dancing. “You’renot worried that Bella could get herself in trouble alone here with Ricky?”
“All right, smart ass. Like she’s going to get more pregnant.”
“Well, yes, in theory. That baby’s growing, so yes.”
Brooks pinched Coop’s nipple, and they both cracked up.
“I think that would be fun, though. I like being on the road some.”
Brooks nodded. He didn’t mind it at all. In fact, for the most part, there wasn’t a whole lot about his life right now he didn’t love. Kids home. Horses. And his Coop. “I’m not sure how I fell into like with you so hard.”
Coop grinned at him. “I’m easy to love, man. I’m super easy to love, I’m harder to like. So the fact that you fell, that’s a good thing.”
“It’s an amazing thing. I love you, Mr. Cooper Adams.”
“Oh, honey, I love you too. And our kids. And our life.” Coop sighed, going boneless against him. “Now about that movie…”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Coop stretched, feeling joints and muscles and tendons all move together.
It was a damn satisfying feeling to do that and not have a bit of pain in his belly. The doc had given him a clean bill of health for his innards several weeks ago, Benji was home on a two-week break, and now he and Brooks had driven up to Glenwood Springs for their just them, no kids, summer holiday trip, and it was a damn fine thing.
The Hot Springs Lodge made him kind of giddy. He was going to soak his bones and eat his weight in the included breakfast every damn day.
Brooks stepped up behind him, arms wrapping tight around him. “Oh, this is nice, huh?”
“Which part? The mountains? The room? The pool? The fact that we’re alone?” He leaned hard, loving the heat of his man, solid and steady.
“Yes.” Brooks laughed and bit the back of his neck, which made all sorts of stuff tingle. And those hands? They were on his belly, loving on him, not all careful as they had been for what seemed like forever.
“Don’t stop, huh?”
“Oh, I’m going to take my time. I’m not stopping, not until you say so. I wanna…” Brooks groaned for him, the sound deep and low. “Oh, babe, I want to make you the happiest you’ve ever been.”
“Too late.” Coop was fully aware how blessed he was. “That part’s already done. Now I want you to make me fly.”
He knew it all worked. He’d caught himself a lot rubbing up against Brooks in the middle of the night, snuggling in close, hard as nails. But they’d sort of been waiting. They’d decided, since their lives were so much about their family—about kids and events, horses and llamas and chickens and tomatoes and budgets—that they were trying to make this time special. Something they were both anticipating.
There were only so many second chances a man got. And this was his.
Hell, He might be on his fifth or sixth chance. But that was all right.
Brooks was living his best life too.
“Oh, don’t you worry, babe. I want to make love to you. We have nothing else to do all day. No plans till tomorrow. We’ll order something for dinner—pizza or steaks or tacos. Hell, I don’t even care. We can eat Cheetos. I just want to be naked with you.” While he was talking, Brooks was unbuttoning buttons and unsnapping snaps and baring him.
They were on the third floor, and Coop didn’t think anybody could see him—and if they did, shame on them for peeking in windows.
It was sure pretty looking out over the mountains. The summer sun liked to turn them gold, make them both shine.
He turned to face Brooks, and he couldn’t fight his smile for love or money. “I ache for you.”
