Marcus was just passing through Texas when he met Kent. In his cowboy hat, low-riding jeans, and black boots, Kent looks like the type of guy Marcus desperately wants to love.<br><br>But two years later, he's discovered Kent is cold and distant, the quintessential American cowboy, and spends more time drunk than sober. Marcus can never predict his mood and blames himself for the flailing relationship.<br><br>Then, one day when Kent rides into town, Marcus finds a young runaway hiding in their barn. Luke is warm, loving, and quick to please ... everything Kent is not. Though the answer seems obvious, Marcus finds himself torn between the boy who demands his love and the man whose love he craves.

Cowboy

I feel dirty and soiled and what the fuckam I doing here?


Massaging this boy in one hand, playing with myself in the other,


right out in the backyard where anyone can see, anyone at all, and


my lover’s on his way home, this is so damn wrongno matter


how right it feels. Embarrassed, I pull my hand from the tub, my


sleeve wet to my elbow where I reached into the water, and when


Luke kisses my jaw, I turn away. “Jesus,” I mutter—what am I


doinghere? This isn’t me, I’m not this bad, I’m not one to


cheat on someone I love and I love Kent, don’t I? Not this boy I


just met, I can’t throw away two years of my life on a moment of


weakness, I won’t. I love Kent, I do. I do.


Without looking at Luke, I tuck myself back


into my boxers, zip up my damp jeans, wipe my hands on my thighs,


both of them, they are equally stained. Luke sits up and frowns at


me as I stand and run a hand through my short hair. I smell sex and


Chapter 18