Page 98 of Bobby Green

Lunch was fun.

Reg picked Bobby up and brought him to the restaurant. Bobby and Lance suggested something sort of upscale and interesting, but Reg saw a barbecue place near the Golden 1 Plaza, and he wasstarving. He ate too much seasoned beef while he and Bobby told Lance about Bobby taking out the fence. Lance’s eyes got really big when Reg told him about having to tackle V running down the road in the dark, andthenhe got pissed when Reg told him about the doctor.

“He did what?” Lance said weakly.

“He took her off her pills,” Bobby said, voice grim. “Could he do that?”

Lance let out a growl. “Well, obviously he did.” He shut his eyes tight. “Guys, I’ve done a psych rotation for about six weeks. The end. I haven’t taken a lot of classes in it—not my specialty. But I can tell you, a month or even two in a facility might not be enough.”

Reg swallowed a bite and remembered his determination not to think about it. “She’ll be okay,” he said, giving Lance a brief smile. “Don’t worry. Me and V, we take care of each other.”

Lance nodded and rubbed his stomach. He hadn’t eaten a lot, but then he rarely did. “I’m going to go use the bathroom—I’ll be back.”

Bobby stood too and sent an intense look at their friend. “I’ll come with you,” he said, squeezing Reg’s shoulder. “Reg, you can have the rest of my portion if you want. I’m full.”

Reg smiled sunnily up at him and took the last of his rolls and meat, while Bobby stalked grimly next to a very uncomfortable-looking Lance.

Reg was going to not think about that. He wasn’t going to think about why Lance looked so guilty and Bobby looked so mad, and he wasn’t going to think about how everybody thought V wasn’t coming home.

He just flat-out wasn’t going to think about that.

He was going to go home to Bobby, and they were going to have sex that night, and sex the next morning, and sex—justtheirsex—as many days as possible for the next month or two.

He was a simple guy, he told himself desperately. He couldn’t be expected to handle anything else.

TWO DAYSlater, simplicity was a beautiful thing.

After their workout and a light lunch, Bobby went outside to get some things to fix the fence. By the time he got in the house, swearing about needing to change, it was pissing down rain, and Reg was hunkered down with a book, enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof, the clean smell, the quiet in the house.

NoFox News. No V muttering to herself. The living room had been straightened and vacuumed, the dishes were washed and put away, and all Reg had to do was figure out how the heroine who lived back in the American West was going to save the ranch. Bobby had read this one—he said she was resourceful and brave, and Reg liked that story best.

He was deeply engrossed in the book, so at first Bobby’s warm hand massaging his neck was simply pleasant—a luxury he wasn’t used to yet, something he’d only done with this one human, that made him feel wonderful without being too exciting.

Reg tilted his head back and closed his eyes, while Bobby very gently pulled the book from his hands and set it down on the battered coffee table. Reg kept his eyes closed and nibbled on his lower lip as he recognized the tender darkening of the mood.

“You, uh, get dried off?” Reg asked, and Bobby’s response was to lift Reg’s hand and spread it over his hard, bare abdomen.

“Took off my wet clothes.”

Reg grinned and looked up at him, just to see his slightly crooked front teeth in a wicked smile of his own. “All of them,” he said, rubbing a circle on Bobby’s stomach. How had he never noticed how silky a man’s stomach could be, how pleasing the feel of taut muscle under smooth skin?

“Even my socks,” Bobby purred. “And you’re overdressed.”

Reg crunched his upper body off the couch so he could take off his shirt, and Bobby tackled his belt and jeans. In less than a minute, they were both naked,in Reg’s living room, which made Reg shiver because it felt sinful.

There was nobody in the house butthem.

“Here,” Bobby murmured. “Stand up.”

Reg was confused until he found himself behind the couch, arms braced, while Bobby slid soft lips down his shoulders, the back of his neck, the back of his arms.

“Mm….”

Bobby’s hands weren’t idle either. He was so big, his hands spanned so far, that they practically encircled Reg’s tight waist, and his touch was just firm enough to not tickle Reg’s ribs as Bobby stroked him.

“Nipples?” Reg begged, feeling pathetic, and Bobby’s chuckle made him shiver.

“Impatient?” he asked.