Broken Man by Lydia Michaels

Author:Lydia Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bailey Brown Publishing

PART II

THEM

CHAPTER 9

Eight months later…

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Luke entered the barn and placed the stash of sausage and eggs he’d stolen from his mum’s on the counter. Heading to the bedroom he kicked off his boots and climbed into bed. Tristan stretched and smiled under his kiss.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Mmm… you taste like syrup,” Tristan said, touching the brim of Luke’s Jeff cap. “This looks good on you. I’m glad I bought it for you.”

Luke held his upper body suspended over Tristan and rubbed his hips through the sheets. “I brought you breakfast.”

“Thank you. Did Braydon get in okay?”

“Yup and he brought home a girl.”

Tristan’s brows lifted. “No shit? Someone from school?”

“Yup. Cute little thing. Freckles, sort of shy. Not exactly what I’d consider Bray’s type, but she seems nice.”

“What’s her name?”

“Samantha.”

“Is she coming to the game today?”

It was their open season game they had every year when all the college relatives returned home for the summer. Luke hadn’t played last year because he hadn’t been in the best place. Things were different this year and he couldn’t wait to show off his skills in front of Tristan. “I’m pretty sure they’ll make her play. No one gets to sit out unless they’re over fifty or pregnant.”

“Cool. I wanna meet her.”

Luke dipped his face low and nestled Tristan’s neck. “I love the way you’re beard feels against mine in the morning.”

“Do you?”

“Mmm-hm. Why don’t we warm up before the big game?”

Tristan’s hands cupped his ass. “You gonna wear those tight little baseball pants?”

“If you want me to. I think I have a pair around here somewhere,” Luke said, nibbling his shoulder.

“Mmm… I want, baby. I want.”

They made love for the better part of the morning before Tristan got to eat his breakfast. When Tristan left, Luke showered and found an old pair of his baseball pants from high school. They were small to begin with, but he’d gotten a lot bigger since he’d last worn them.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he mumbled, “The things I’ll do for that boy.” Grabbing the cooler of beer, his bat and glove, Luke drove over to the field.

When he got there the majority of his family was already filling the stands. He grabbed the extra equipment out of his truck and carried it to the dug-out. Luke felt Tristan’s eyes zeroing in on his ass the moment he stepped on the sand.

Hiding a smirk, Luke gave him a little show, tightening it up as he unloaded the spare bats and gloves.

A shadow fell over him as he was bending to retrieve the last few items in the bag. “Need a hand?” Tristan’s voice cut through him and he shivered.

“Yeah. A big strong set.”

“I think I got what you need.”

Standing, he smiled. They didn’t crowd one another, but the others were far enough away that no one could hear their words. “That so?” Luke asked, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Tristan let out a slow growl. “All I can say is it’s a good thing I wore my loose jeans.

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