Home of His Own by T. Chase (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

with being scared when you ride. It’s something I’ll have to get used to because I want to keep seeing you,”

Brody admitted.

A tightness Tony didn’t even know was in his chest eased. “I’m glad to hear that.”

He saw Les’ reflection in the window as the other man entered the kitchen and headed for the refrigerator.

“Have a good night, Brody. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Night, Tony.” Brody hung up.

Tony flipped his phone closed and slipped it into his back pocket. Les held out a beer to him. He shook his head.

“I think I’m going to bed.”

“It’s been a long weekend for you.” Les hugged him as he left the kitchen. “We’ll catch you tomorrow.”

“Night.”

He wandered down to his room, wondering if living in L.A. was a choice he’d consider.

Chapter Fourteen

Tacoma Classic, Tacoma, Washington

Brody threw his bag down on one of the hotel beds and flopped beside it. “Don’t you get tired of traveling to a different town every week?”

Tony eased into the single chair in the room. “I do get tired, but this is my job. I don’t go to an event, I don’t get paid.” He stared down at his boots.

Climbing to his feet, Brody went and knelt before him. “Let me help you get these off.”

He grasped the back and the toe of Tony’s boot, tugging. It slid off and he set it aside. Doing the same to the other, he settled back on his heels.

“Why don’t you get those clothes off? I’ll start a bath for you.” He squeezed Tony’s knee. “I know you’ve got a couple of bruises and you should soak to relax those muscles.”

“Good idea,” Tony agreed.

After he stood, he brushed a kiss over the bull rider’s lips. “You want some company?”

Tony cradled the back of Brody’s head, urging him closer for another kiss. “I always want your company.”

“Strip,” Brody ordered, moving towards the bathroom.

The water was steaming as it filled the tub. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, tossing it through the open doorway towards the second bed. His jeans and underwear were next. Tony came in and Brody shut off the water.

“Climb in.” He gestured to the tub. “Soak for a few minutes. I’ll order us some room service.”

“Thanks.” Tony rested his head back against the edge of the tub and closed his eyes.

Brody tried not to stare at the bruises marring Tony’s olive skin. The bull his lover rode the night before in Portland had caught Tony in the chest with a glancing blow.

Someone in the stands sitting next to Brody had explained that the vest Tony wore saved him from a more serious injury.

He ordered food and went back into the bathroom. “The food will be up in a bit.

Slide forward.”

Tony sat up and moved, leaving room for Brody to slip in behind him. Brody’s legs rested against Tony’s and he wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist, letting his cowboy rest on him.

Rubbing his fingers over Tony’s stomach, he nuzzled into the dark damp curls at the nape of Tony’s neck. He investigated the ridges outlining the muscles in Tony’s abdomen.

“Sorry you didn’t ride last night,” he said softly.

Tony shrugged. “It happens. There’s no way I can ride every bull. No rider is that good. I’ve been lucky this year and ridden more of them than bucked me off.” Tony rested his head back on Brody’s shoulder, giving Brody more skin to play with.

He nibbled along Tony’s neck, tasting the sweat and water beading up on Tony’s skin. Brody pulled away to ask, “What would be considered a good riding percentage?”

“Do you really feel like talking?” Tony’s question was laced with laughter.

“At the moment, yes. You don’t need me to fuck you right now. Rest. Relax. We’ll get to the sex later.” He reached down and squeezed Tony’s balls gently.

“Hm-m-m…” Tony purred, rubbing his ass against Brody’s cock.

“Easy, baby.” Brody laid his hand in the middle of Tony’s chest. “What would be a good percentage?”

“Fine.” Tony pouted for a moment. “An awesome year would be riding sixty percent or close to it. More realistic is forty to fifty percent. If I can ride half of the bulls I get on, I’ll have a shot at the World Championship buckle at the end of the year.”

“How long have you been riding bulls?” Brody grabbed a washcloth and soap, lathering it up.

“I’ve always wanted to do it, but I didn’t actually start riding until I was eighteen.

I’ve only been in the PBR for two years. Finished fifth at the finals last year. I’m doing better this year. I have to hope I don’t get seriously injured and have to sit out for any length of time.”

“Do you ever take time off to rest and heal up the bruises?” He ran the cloth over Tony’s arm, down around each of the man’s fingers.

“Sure. I might not go to Australia this year. I went last year and it was great, but the travel isn’t much fun.” Tony’s body went limp as all the tension left.

“Let me know when you’re taking the time, I’ll arrange my schedule to fit in with yours.”

Silence filled the air as Brody scrubbed Tony’s chest. A knock sounded on the door.

Brody pushed out of the tub and threw a robe on.

“I’ll take care of this. Just take your time.” Brody kissed the top of Tony’s head and left.

*

Tony rinsed off and lifted the plug on the tub to let the water out. He stood, dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. Wandering out of the bathroom, he smiled.

Brody was setting plates out on the small hotel desk.

“I ordered us steak and potatoes. I figured you’d be hungry.”

He trailed a hand over Brody’s ass as he went to sit down at the desk. Brody had moved it from the wall so one of them could sit on the bed and the other would use the chair.

“Thanks.” He sat on the bed.

“No problem. Here’s a beer.” Brody handed him a bottle.

He took a swig, set the bottle