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damn.
"Mmmhmm. That's right." Travis chuckled, licked at his lips.
"Yeah. You... you need?" He just couldn't get his breath.
"I'm good." Travis curled down against him, humming softly.
"You sure?" If it was him, he'd be about to climb the wall, even if he'd come once already.
Travis squeezed his cock with that tight little ass, eyes falling closed.
"Jesus." The man was sex on two legs. Wyatt was... damn.
"Uh-huh. Rest, security man. I got you."
"Mmm. Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?" Wyatt could murder a nap, though. He
was fucking tired.
"Mmmhmm." Those hands kept on touching, easing him right down into sleep.
Somehow it felt damned good for someone to take care of him a little, too. Just a little, and just
for now.
When he woke up, it would be time to get back to work.
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Travis wandered out to the little beach, whistling under his breath, eyes fastened on the sky. The
sun felt damn good. Better than most things.
He'd written some songs, gotten a fabulous tan, and been fucked ten ways to Sunday. He was
beginning to wonder what would happen when Wyatt didn't have to stick around any longer.
"Hey, Bit. Don't go too far, huh?" Wyatt always seemed to be right there. Was gonna be weird
when he wasn't.
"No one's coming for me here." He tried to do a handstand.
When that worked, he tried walking on his hands for a ways.
"No? Maybe I just want easy access." That low, growly sound to Wyatt's voice made his arms
shake a little.
"That's different, then." He stumbled forward a few jerky steps before tumbling over.
"Yeah." When he looked up, Wyatt was right there, wearing jeans and a gun and nothing else.
"You know, that's kinda hot -- the armed and mostly naked thing."
"Yeah?" Wyatt preened a little, not too obvious or anything, but there it was.
"Yeah." There was a song in it. He rolled up, shaking off the sand. "Where do you put the gun
when you swim?"
"Uh. Depends." Wyatt laughed. "I guess I'd leave it wrapped in my jeans."
"Mmm. Good to know," He kissed Wyatt's belly playfully. "It's good out here. I could stay."
"I could, too, Bit." Those big hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs rubbing his face.
He pushed into the touch. "What did you do before me?"
"I jacked off a lot." That grin faltered a little. "Hit the bars every now and again."
"Yeah? That's a weird-assed experience. I had to be real careful. Harry could be counted on
sometimes, for a quick... you know."
"Yeah. I don't have no one like that. But then, I'm not famous." Wyatt tilted his head. "Harry a
good guy?"
"Used to be, yeah." He didn't want to talk about Harry, really.
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"Oh." Toes. Wyatt had them. Bare, and digging into the sand. Huh. "It might help me to know if
someone has a grudge."
"Harry? No... He just... He sorta... I don't know how to explain it, man. He changed." Harry'd just
changed.
"Changed how?" Those dark eyes seemed to change, the expression in them pure speculation.
"He just wasn't the same. He was different. I didn't... want him so close, I guess. Do we have to
talk about him? I feel bad about it, a little."
"No, that's cool." Shrugging, Wyatt pulled the gun off. "Here, hold this."
"Sure." Okay. That was odd.
Of course, when Wyatt started struggling out of the jeans, too? It all made sense.
Travis let himself watch and admire. The man was getting more and more apt at that naked thing.
"Now, let me wrap this up in here..." The jeans were carefully wrapped around the gun and set
on the steps that led to their little beach, tucked under a riser.
"You coming in with me?" He grinned, held one hand out. "I'm ready."
Like that was a surprise.
He was born ready.
"I am. Come on." That big hand swallowed his, tugging him toward the water, and he thought
maybe he was a bad influence on the hired muscle.
Maybe he could get Wyatt to try that naked jet skiing...
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Chapter Thirteen
The phone rang at two am.
It was never a good thing when the phone started ringing that early. He figured he was glad Little
Bit was asleep, too, so he didn't notice that Wyatt's phone played a Travis Reed ring tone.
"Hello?"
"They shot Jeff." Someone was crying.
"What?" Wyatt sat up, blinking, coming truly awake in a heartbeat. "Who? What happened?"
"They don't know. He's in surgery. I don't know if... It's bad. I need to talk to T."
Vicki. "No. No, you tell me where you are, and we'll come." It was bound to be a ploy to get him
to do just that, but he knew Travis and Jeff were tight. The man would sneak off to be with his
friend if Wyatt didn't take him.
"Dallas. We're at Presbyterian." She was crying again, incoherent, sobbing.
"You've got to hold it together." His voice cracked like a pistol shot, but Wyatt knew she had to
hear it. "Get the cops there, if they're not. Tell them what's going on. That way they can put a
guard up. I'll make some calls to help, too. We'll be there soon."
"The police are here. The rest of the band, too. I'm waiting for the media."
Travis was up, packing, moving.
"What about Harry?" She'd said Harry was off looking for Travis. Travis had said Harry was
acting weird.
"I... What about him? He's around, I think. I think I saw him downstairs... Hell, I don't know."
"Get someone to keep an eye on him. Now. Just do it. Keep me updated." He hung up, throwing
on some clothes and strapping on his gun. "We're heading to Dallas. I got to make some calls.
Don't run off on me, Bit. Get us all set and sit tight."
"Why Dallas? What's up?"
"Your friend Jeff, Bit. Someone shot him up." He waited, hoping against an explosion. You
never knew which way Travis would go.
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Travis stopped, bag in hand. "What?"
"Jeff. He's in the hospital, babe. Someone shot him." He didn't know more, and he was going to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]