he breathed. “Making me push my hand in, holding me
down, Jack…”
“So close, Ri, push deeper
for me, I’m inside you, pushing you down, not letting you move… Fuck…”
“Jack… I’m… Jack—” Orgasm
burned through Riley like wildfire, the sheer brilliance of the light behind
his eyes making him gasp. “I love you…”
At the other end of the
phone, Jack was groaning, and then there was absolute silence before a muttered
curse. “I love you…”
Riley rolled onto his
side, wiping his hand on the towel from his shower, boneless, his mouth only
inches from the discarded phone.
“Jack?”
“Fuck, Riley, I broke me.”
Jack sounded so spaced out
it made Riley laugh. “That’s my boy,” he teased.
“One thing I know,” Jack
began. “I’m going away more often.”
Riley’s chest tightened at
the words, even though he knew Jack was joking. More time apart was not
something Riley wanted to contemplate. This trip south was going to be one of
his last. He was keeping his focus on home and his office. Tom could handle the
business trips.
“I miss you,” Riley
admitted. “Nothing is the same here, it’s like we’re missing a limb or
something.”
“I bet the kids don’t even
know I’m gone,” Jack said. His tone was light, and Riley knew his husband
didn’t really think that.
“Yeah, right,” Riley
countered. “We’re counting down the days.”
“Even the twins?”
Riley nodded, then
realized what he’d done. “Even the twins.”
Jack groaned. “I need
another shower. It went everywhere.”
“Best remember to tip the
cleaner,” Riley quipped.
“Ha freaking ha. I’ll talk
to you in the morning.”
“In the morning. Good luck
in court, I wish I was there.”
Jack yawned. “I wish you
were here too.”
They ended the call, and
Riley slumped back on the bed. He really needed to reach over and grab his PJ
bottoms or something in case there was an emergency. He wasn’t sure any of his
family or friends needed to see him laying naked and boneless on his bed.
If only he could be
bothered to move.
Chapter 8
Jack took a seat on the
bench of the county courthouse right behind the prosecution, Robbie to his
left. In this position he could see through to the witness stand and also had a
clear view of the defense, albeit it the backs of their heads as they sat. Hank
was already at the table, his head bent and in discussion with his attorney.
Jack knew exactly what the man looked like, about five ten, with dark hair and
an overwhelming attitude that the world owed him. They’d met each other before,
back when the D was ailing, before Jack had pulled the ranch up by its neck and
made something of it.
Even then Jack hadn’t
gotten a good feeling about the man. Hank had made some crass joke about
bloodlines and forgeries, then to add insult to injury, he’d added in more shit
about Jack being gay.
Two men came in and sat
across the aisle behind the defense and Jack exchanged nods with Vaughn and
Darren. They hadn’t spoken face to face since the whole cowboy intimidation
scene.
At their arrival, Hank
looked around in his seat, and there was pure hate in his eyes and Jack got the
full force of it as well. Then the hate dissolved into a focused expression of cunning
and superiority. Evidently Hank thought he had the upper hand in this.
Jack and Robbie had left
Liam in the hall with Marcus, where he would be until he was called in. He was all
dressed up and confident he could do this thing. Hank wouldn’t know what hit
him, because Jack had every faith in Liam.
Jack sensed movement to
his right and saw Darren push past Vaughn, his expression determined.
He crouched down next to
Jack. “How is Liam?”
Jack wasn’t sure what to say;
this was Hank’s brother next to him. Yeah but Riley is nothing like his
brother was, so don’t judge Darren by his.
“He’s good,” Jack said. He
left it at that, not extending the words to anything more revealing.
“I’ve done
down, Jack…”
“So close, Ri, push deeper
for me, I’m inside you, pushing you down, not letting you move… Fuck…”
“Jack… I’m… Jack—” Orgasm
burned through Riley like wildfire, the sheer brilliance of the light behind
his eyes making him gasp. “I love you…”
At the other end of the
phone, Jack was groaning, and then there was absolute silence before a muttered
curse. “I love you…”
Riley rolled onto his
side, wiping his hand on the towel from his shower, boneless, his mouth only
inches from the discarded phone.
“Jack?”
“Fuck, Riley, I broke me.”
Jack sounded so spaced out
it made Riley laugh. “That’s my boy,” he teased.
“One thing I know,” Jack
began. “I’m going away more often.”
Riley’s chest tightened at
the words, even though he knew Jack was joking. More time apart was not
something Riley wanted to contemplate. This trip south was going to be one of
his last. He was keeping his focus on home and his office. Tom could handle the
business trips.
“I miss you,” Riley
admitted. “Nothing is the same here, it’s like we’re missing a limb or
something.”
“I bet the kids don’t even
know I’m gone,” Jack said. His tone was light, and Riley knew his husband
didn’t really think that.
“Yeah, right,” Riley
countered. “We’re counting down the days.”
“Even the twins?”
Riley nodded, then
realized what he’d done. “Even the twins.”
Jack groaned. “I need
another shower. It went everywhere.”
“Best remember to tip the
cleaner,” Riley quipped.
“Ha freaking ha. I’ll talk
to you in the morning.”
“In the morning. Good luck
in court, I wish I was there.”
Jack yawned. “I wish you
were here too.”
They ended the call, and
Riley slumped back on the bed. He really needed to reach over and grab his PJ
bottoms or something in case there was an emergency. He wasn’t sure any of his
family or friends needed to see him laying naked and boneless on his bed.
If only he could be
bothered to move.
Chapter 8
Jack took a seat on the
bench of the county courthouse right behind the prosecution, Robbie to his
left. In this position he could see through to the witness stand and also had a
clear view of the defense, albeit it the backs of their heads as they sat. Hank
was already at the table, his head bent and in discussion with his attorney.
Jack knew exactly what the man looked like, about five ten, with dark hair and
an overwhelming attitude that the world owed him. They’d met each other before,
back when the D was ailing, before Jack had pulled the ranch up by its neck and
made something of it.
Even then Jack hadn’t
gotten a good feeling about the man. Hank had made some crass joke about
bloodlines and forgeries, then to add insult to injury, he’d added in more shit
about Jack being gay.
Two men came in and sat
across the aisle behind the defense and Jack exchanged nods with Vaughn and
Darren. They hadn’t spoken face to face since the whole cowboy intimidation
scene.
At their arrival, Hank
looked around in his seat, and there was pure hate in his eyes and Jack got the
full force of it as well. Then the hate dissolved into a focused expression of cunning
and superiority. Evidently Hank thought he had the upper hand in this.
Jack and Robbie had left
Liam in the hall with Marcus, where he would be until he was called in. He was all
dressed up and confident he could do this thing. Hank wouldn’t know what hit
him, because Jack had every faith in Liam.
Jack sensed movement to
his right and saw Darren push past Vaughn, his expression determined.
He crouched down next to
Jack. “How is Liam?”
Jack wasn’t sure what to say;
this was Hank’s brother next to him. Yeah but Riley is nothing like his
brother was, so don’t judge Darren by his.
“He’s good,” Jack said. He
left it at that, not extending the words to anything more revealing.
“I’ve done
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