Chapter 14

“Y’all scopin’ out my dick?” Jake asked, taking off his right sock and dropping it to the bathroom floor to join its mate.

“Well, uh, yeah. Sorry.”

“Not fair, cain’t see yours.”

“When you get your sight back, you’ll be able to see all you want.”

Jake shook his head. “You won’t want a broke down ole cowboy checking out your junk.”

“You’re not broke down. I think you’re…you’re…” Brett tried to find an appropriate term, one that wouldn’t disclose his increasingly strong feelings for the man. “You’ve got a good body. Good definition.”

Jake laughed. “Lots of hard, physical work on a ranch. These muscles—” Jake ran his hands along his arms then down his cut abs, stroking the small amount of brown hair that led down into his pubic bush—“weren’t gotten in no gymnasium.”