This is it. The first book in the series that ate my world.
I can't express how much I love these boys -- all of them, but these two were the first, and they're the most honest.
Official type blurb:
Jason Scott is at the top of the bull riding game, on his way to a winning season. Along with his traveling partner, Andy Baxter, he's riding hard on the circuit, working around the country with all of the other bull riders and bull fighters, living the good life. The only thing he wishes he had is Bax, but he's afraid to take the step that would make them more than friends, worried that it will ruin everything.
When a terrible accident leaves Jason unable to see, his whole life goes south. Jason decides to chuck it all, determined to go home and hide at his momma's ranch. Bax has other ideas. He wants to make sure his best friend doesn't give up, and he hatches a plan that stuns Jason and makes their friends and family think he's crazy.
With the help of the other bull riders and a very persistent bull fighter named Coke, Bax convinces Jason to give life one more try. With Jason cautiously learning to hope, and his relationship with Bax going to the next level, life gets pretty complicated. Everyone gets in on the project, from Jason's strong-willed mother to an entire ranch full of children, all of them working to help Jason do what he loves.
Will Bax be able to convince Jason that he can still ride, even if he's blind to everything the world has to offer?
Jason stood there with the big fake check for the event win, watching the crowd go one of two ways -- up and out, or down to wait for the guys to make the autograph circuit. He fucking hated this part.
That little broad from the XSports channel was waiting with her bright orange hair and her too tight jeans. He knew how it’d go, too. Blah blah blah Jason Scott blah blah blah race for the finals blah blah blah new kids chasing his ass.
He managed to get through all the questions without being an asshole, but not before a huge stack of fans were hanging over the fence, waving programs and hats, hollering his name. He ducked under into the pens and headed toward the back. He just wasn’t good at that whole meet-and-greet thing.
“You’re gonna get a reputation as an asshole, man.” His best buddy, Andy Baxter, fell in beside him, boots clacking against the concrete walkway back to the locker room.
“Yeah, yeah. Better let them think I might be than know I am. ‘sides, I don’t see your happy ass out there, Bax.” And shit, nine times out of ten Bax was out there gladhanding.
“It was a long night. My knee’s killin’ me.” That slow Texas drawl always made him smile, because it made everyone think Bax was laid back, maybe not so bright.
Jason knew better.
“Yeah?” He winced, shook his head. “You came down on it fucking hard. I swear, that bull has it out for you.”
It was hell getting old.
“I did.” Bax shrugged, sticking his hands in the pockets of his old school Wranglers. “I ain’t the man of steel I used to be.”
“Bullshit.” There wasn’t any bastard on Earth tough as Bax. He knew it to the bone. “You want to go get a steak?”
“Hell, yes. Someplace not at the hotel.” They were staying at the sanctioned hotel because the sponsors had asked him to, but eating there was like sitting in a fishbowl.
“I got the truck here. We can go anywhere.” He nodded to Little Jack and Harvey who were still waiting outside sports medicine. DJ had taken one hell of a spill, just got caught up and dragged. “Y’all heard something?”
Jack shook his head. “They ain’t called the am’blance. That’s gotta be good, huh?”
“Well, you call me, you hear something, yeah?” Bax said, nodding. “Come on, man. Food.”
“I hear you, old man.” He winked at Jack, headed off, following that tight little ass to get their gear.
“Not that much older than you, Mini.” Bax took every opportunity to give him shit about how much shorter he was.
“Three years is a fucking eternity.” He ducked the lazy swing, just hooting with it. “You still scattered from the round, man? You missed.”