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Colby brushed his cheek against Vince’s.

This might not make sense to others, how they were doing things, the way they were moving forward while still being cautious. That didn’t matter to Vince because it was right for them. They fit together that way, and Vince couldn’t wait to see where it went.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Colby

They’d been sneakingaround Covington Acres, kissing and touching each other as much as possible. Colby didn’t know why it felt different now than a week or two before, when they hadn’t admitted to having feelings for each other yet, but it did. Like he was a kid, soaking up those feelings, the crush that gave him butterflies in his belly all the time. That secret relationship where he wasn’t ready to tell anyone, but they were also so fucking into each other that it felt impossible to keep their hands off each other. Like Colby would burst out of his skin if he wasn’t touching Vince…kissing him.

And Vince seemed to feel the same about him.

It had been a busy morning at the farm, Colby not getting to work with Vince, but now that he had a moment of downtime, he made his way toward his friend…his boyfriend? Was that a word they should use? He had no idea what they even were other than two friends who’d started hooking up and realized they had feelings for each other. While Colby didn’t want to rush, wanted to make sure he did this right, he couldn’t pretend the thought of being Vince’s boyfriend didn’t make him feel like he should grab on to the nearest tree so he didn’t float into space.

Which was ridiculous.

He was too old for thoughts like that.

But he didn’t care if he was too old. He liked it.

He liked feeling these things forVince. He wanted to hold on to these moments and never let them go. That had to be a good sign, right? Had to mean this was real. That he wouldn’t all ofa sudden realize what he was feeling wasn’t really romantic and he’d just gotten wrapped up in the intensity of their friendship along with the sex. Because then he would end up hurting Vince.

“Psst,” Colby said to Vince, having sneaked up on him while he was climbing off a tractor.

He gave Colby a slow grin in return. “Why do you have a mischievous smile on your face?”

“Why don’t you follow me and find out?” he replied cheekily, then turned and headed for one of the barns. It was a short distance away, so it took a good five minutes to walk there. Colby didn’t turn around to see if Vince was following, but he knew the other man was, keeping a distance, like two guys heading the same direction and not as if anything was about to happen between them.

Colby very much hoped somethingdidhappen between them.

He said a silent prayer when he walked into the barn and didn’t see anyone in there. His dick was at half-mast already, just at the thought of fooling around with Vince like this. The farm was a whole lot more fun when Vince was around. It wasn’t his dream, but Vince made it enjoyable in new ways.

Colby kept going toward the back, around a stack of hay bales, into a corner he’d purposefully made for them earlier. They were out of sight from the door and afforded some privacy behind all the farm equipment and hay.

“You got something on your mind, sexy?” Vince asked, meeting Colby in the little alcove and playfully crossing his arms. “You don’t stop sneaking me away like this, and I’m gonna start thinking you like me.”

A fluttery feeling ignited in Colby’s chest. The good kind. The one where he couldn’t keep the smile off his face and the happiness from his heart.

He hooked his fingers in Vince’s belt loops and pulled him closer. “I do like you.” It felt like more every day, the questions in his mind getting softer and softer…and another voice, one that said a four-letter word Colby had never thought he’d feel, tried to squeeze its way in. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t feel it, could he? It wasn’t that long ago that he wasn’t even sure he was capable of it…

But Vince had changed that.

“I like you too. We reliving high school here? You bring me under the bleachers to make out with me? Because I’m telling you right now, I’m easy. There’s not much you couldn’t get me to do.”

Damned if Colby didn’t believe him, if he didn’t know that there wasn’t much Vince couldn’t get him to do either, and they weren’t only talking about sex. But that was a lot of power to have over someone. Colby had hurt too many people in the past, and the thought of Vince being one of them was like cutting out his own heart.

So instead, he started to work Vince’s jeans open. Both he and Vince were sweaty and dirty, but he didn’t think either of them cared much.

Vince went to work on Colby’s jeans too, until they were standing in the corner of his parents’ barn, with their pants at their knees.

Just as Vince wrapped a hand around Colby’s aching shaft, Colby said, “Oh, wait,” then bent and grabbed a packet of lube from his pants.

Vince cocked a brow. “You’re really getting into this sex-around-your-parents’-farm thing.”

“I can’t help it. It’s just you. I want you all the time.”

He saw a small shift in Vince’s gaze, his brown eyes soft, but with a little fear, no doubt because of his former heartbreak.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Everything feels different with you.” He wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say, but Vince grinned, closed the distance between them, and took Colby’s mouth.

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