Chapter 18

“I understand,” Bryson whispered.

“Your mom has given me a lot of responsibility.”

Bryson closed his fingers where they rested on Duke’s chest, not into a fist, but a slow drag of his fingertips over Duke’s pec. “You know I’m an adult, right? And that Beau is myhorse. I’m just saying…”

Duke’s tongue wet his lips. “Regardless, she’s shown me a lot of trust. I intend to make good on that trust.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Bryson’s mind whispered. Had he not already learned this lesson? This guy could be a cold-hearted jerk. And a tough guy with an overrated assumption on the value of his opinion. Bryson had literallyjust accused him of being a control freak. And yet here Bryson was, waiting for that tongue to slip out again, pressing his palm against Duke’s chest and sliding it until he could catch Duke’s nipple between his ring and pointer finger.

Here he was, lightly squeezing those two fingers together…

Sucking in the air that rushed from between Duke’s lips when he did it…