He showed me three pictures of Brick—the cowboy stranger he picked up at The Other Side bar—on his cellphone. “Do you believe in love at first sight? I know it sounds cliché, but…what do you think? I’m sure people believe it sometimes happens and is possible, even when they least expect it, right?”
I studied the three pictures on the small LG screen:
The first showed Brick stepping out of the shower, wet from his puckered belly button, up. His ginger-colored hair looked damp and mussed, and he sported broad shoulders and dripping nipples. Brick had a massive chest of hair, which wasn’t bad to look at and honestly caused my dick to bounce to life, filling me with excitement. The guy grinned, looked delicious, and nothing like Dugan Brae and Clay Johnsen.