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

But Luke’s kisses aren’t clumsy or inexpert.


His hands know what they’re doing, caressing my back and ass,


slipping between us to squeeze at our erections, thumbing over my


chest and stomach. His legs move along mine, his knee rising


between my thighs to push against me. His mouth is hungry, his lips


tender, his moans soft and almost indistinct as we rub together. If


Kent came out now, he’d see us, and even if I heard him trip over


his boots, I wouldn’t stop this, I couldn’t,I want it too


much, need it, need Luke.I don’t want this moment to


It’s over too quick. Luke moves against me,


humping back against the couch, arching into me, his hand working


between us, and I can feel him shudder in release as he kisses me,


my name on his lips. A hot dampness coats my erection and I rise up


on my elbow, thrust into his cum-slicked hand, gasp his name into


the hollow of his throat as I get off. “Jesus,” I sigh into him,


thrusting slowly, I like the feel of him on me.


Chapter 37