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’d suggest it but from the corner of my eye


I see Kent, bending into the trunk of a customer’s car, his arms


flexing as he lifts the marigold flats. With a quick start, I pull


away from Luke, busy myself with straightening the books around the


register again, try to ignore the heady scent of his sweat as it


envelops me. What the hell am I thinking? “Don’t let Kent


see you,” I say. Luke comes around my chair and squats beside me,


his arms crossed on the table, his elbow poking at mine, he’s that


close. “He gets a little pissed if he thinks he’s the only one


“I’m getting all hot and sweaty,” Luke


tells me, like he’s just making conversation and his words do


nothing to me. But he knows what he’s doing, it’s in his smirk, he


knows I’m thinking of him naked now, sheathed in sweat and hot to


the touch. He can see it in my eyes, images of me licking the sweat


from his body, holding him, thrusting into him until I’m as hot and


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