Rig looked at the big old mass of purple pansies he'd just planted and grinned. Momma would've approved.
They'd had the most perfect weather for the last week and work had been easy and he'd been spending every spare minute in the yard. The grass was fertilized and reseeded. The roses looked good. Those goddamn vines trailing along the fence were under control and he'd even built a little stand with netting and planted a dozen grapevines under it.
Rig stretched and went to turn on the soaker hoses. Yep. It looked real good. He just needed to get some peppers and onions and tomatoes to plant in the back and he'd be all set on the gardening.
Man, they needed to paint the deck in the worst way.
Speaking of the deck, there were his marines, sitting on the stairs side by side, heads together. Every now and then they'd look over at him and nod. Rock wasn't even swatting at Mutt whenever he came over and got into their faces. They were definitely up to something
He bent and turned the water on, peering over from under the brim of his hat. Man, that sun felt good. "Y'all deciding on what you're making for supper?"
"Supper?" Rock's voice was husky, and those blue eyes were burning a hole, okay a bigger hole, in his jeans.
"Uh-huh. We'd said we were gonna grab burgers for lunch, when we went to buy tomato plants and shit..." His cock jerked a little, bobbed, paying attention to that look.
"Are you hungry?" Dick asked, standing and heading slowly for him. Rock followed, eyes still locked on.
"Hmm? No. Not yet." Not for food. God, they looked...
Damn.
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