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

He’s never seen the cool water plaster my


t-shirt to my chest, harden my nipples, trickle down my arms and


darken my jeans. “I work out here in the hot sun every day and all


I ask for is a little time to myself in the evenings to unwind, you


know, kid? I’ve got needs, too. You can’t expect me to put out all


He’s talking about sex. Somehow he’s


convinced himself that I was the one who wanted it last night, I


was the one who pressured him into dropping his drawers in the


hallway, and he thinks I’m mad because he fell asleep before we did


“Maybe later,” he’s saying, still not


looking my way. “We didn’t connect last night and I know you’re


pissed about that, but it happens. You can’t screw all the damn


time, Marcus. You have to start thinking with the head on your


shoulders and not the one between—”


“It’s over,” I say, interrupting him.


He stops in mid-sentence, a frown already tugging at his lips, and


Chapter 59