Page 16 of For the Love of the Lawyer

Jon walked into the bedroom he'd been offered to see it was quite nice. He hadn't paid any attention earlier when he dropped off his bag, but as he looked around, he saw it was painted a nice coffee color with blue accents. It was masculine, as he'd expect from a house full of men, but it was homey, just like he'd found everything to be at the ranch.

He was happy he'd agreed to accept their invitation for the weekend. It turned out to be a very nice surprise.

Concentrating on other matters helped Jon put off all thoughts of Mickey Warren so he could fall into a restful sleep. The bed was perfectly firm but not so much that he’d call it hard.

Jon decided he'd inquire about the brand of the mattress because he was looking for a new one for his condo in Richmond. The old one in his bedroom had far too much mileage for Jon to keep it, so it was time for a change.

He vowed to himself not to bring tricks home with him any longer. Cheap motel, car, alley, club bathroom—all were acceptable for anonymous sex. His home and sanctuary? No longer an option.

Jon awoke sometime later to the sounds of the shower in the bathroom outside his door. He looked out the half-window in the bedroom to see it was still dark, so he turned on the bedside light and checked his phone—five-fucking-thirty in the morning.Jesus, what the fuck?

He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but then he heard giggling in the hallway."I gotta go, Mick!"It was a little-boy-voice that whisper-shouted.

"Shh! We have a guest, Ryan. Get in here and go. Don't flush it or you'll give me an ice bath.” It was Mickey’s voice, and he sounded happy at such an ungodly hour.

Jon wondered how much they’d paid the contractor for the remodel of the ranch house because the walls in the basement seemed to be pretty thin, but as he listened to the two of them talking, Jon was glad he could hear clearly.

"You gonna shave today, Mick? Do you shave every day? How long you think before I gotta shave?" Ryan was asking questions in rapid-fire fashion. Suddenly, there was the flush.

“Fuuuuck! I told you…" Mickey shouted as Ryan giggled.

"You did it on purpose, you little shit.” Jon smiled as the shower turned off and the door opened.

"You cold?" Ryan asked with a giggle.

"Git, you ungrateful little whelp. I'm tellin' on ya.” Mickey’s voice was angry, but apparently, Ryan wasn’t afraid, laughing the whole way up the stairs.

Jon chuckled at the exchange between the two and decided it was time to join the land of the living, regardless of the fact he hadn’t had much sleep. He hopped up from the bed and opened the door to use the facilities, seeing Mickey Warren standing in the hallway wearing just a towel.

The beautiful vision in front of him froze Jon’s brain for a moment. The man was temptingly hot and sexy, causing Jon to gulp in a necessary breath so he didn’t make an ass of himself. The tenting in his boxers wasn’t a surprise. Mickey had a great fucking body—not too bulky, but not flabby at all. There was definition, which was exactly how Jon liked his men.

"Shit! Did we wake ya up? The boy flushed the… Well, you can likely guess. Go ahead and use it, then go back to bed. I need to get up to Marty and Jeri's house to pick up Corky. Matt had the dog fixed, and he’s been up the hill at the grandparents’ place, so he didn’t get too worked up because of company.”

The longer Mickey stood there holding the towel around his waist, the harder Jon’s cock became. It was embarrassing but turning away from the vision in front of him wasn’t possible.

Mickey kept talking, his voice pinched with nerves. “The vet called yesterday to say the dog can come home now, and it’s a surprise for Ryan. Shit! I'm sorry for runnin’ my mouth. Go back to bed.” Mickey slipped into his room and shut the door.

Once in the bathroom, Jon took a contemplative breath, wishing to hell he'd been in the shower with the hot cowboy. He could smell the man’s scent in the leftover steam, and it was enticing, all clean soap and male. Jon was nearly staggered by it.

After finishing his morning business—waiting out the hard-on to empty his bladder—Jon heard people upstairs moving around in the kitchen, so he decided to stay up. He was going home in the early afternoon, so he could catch a late nap if necessary.

It was important that Jon learn more about the comings and goings at the Circle C. While he was there, it was smart to avail himself of the routine. It could be enlightening.

Jon dressed in another pair of jeans and a thin, yellow, cashmere sweater. He skipped the shave, deciding to just wash his face and brush his teeth. He needed a trim on his hair, so he wet it and pushed it closer to his head before he felt presentable.

He picked up his boots, which would never be the same, and went upstairs after making the bed. His mother had taught him how to be a proper houseguest, after all.

As Jon climbed the stairs, the sound of music and laughter drifted down the stairway from the kitchen. When he hit the top step, he saw Tim in Matt's arms as the two of them danced around the kitchen with Ryan on the counter, clapping and laughing.

Jon stayed in the shadows, trying to hear the song. It wasn't one he was familiar hearing—he didn’t listen to country music, but the lyrics that mentioned not wearing shoes or a shirt not being a problem, were quite interesting.

Had he heard it in a bar somewhere? Jon wasn’t sure, but as the three of them delighted in dancing around and singing along, he had a feeling he was missing something special in his life.

When the song ended, Matt picked up Ryan and jostled him. "After we get this marriage business sorted out, you and me, we’re gonna plan the honeymoon and make it a surprise for Timmy, whaddya think?"

The boy leaned forward and whispered something, and Matt laughed. "That's definitely a possibility. Set the table. We'll eat and leave plates for Miss Ronni and Mr. Jon."

"Is Mick comin' back to eat or will we leave him a plate?" Jon was interested in Ryan’s question as well, though he hated to admit it.

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