Page 95 of Refraction

Well. Hello, lover.“Don’t make it any hotter out here than it already is.”

“I couldn’t resist.” Tucker got them moving toward the house. “I’m excited to see your suit, you know. I love to watch you, in and out of clothes.”

“I know you’re all into naked all day, and that’s lovely, trust me. I like wearing a little. You know, just enough. Plus, I am not sunscreening my privates. No way.” He snorted and held on to the back of the seat for balance. It wasn’t like he wore much. He hadn’t had anything but shorts on since he’d arrived.

“I get itchy. Clothes are hard. I love the way you wear a little.” Tucker chuckled, the sound wry. “And sunburned balls? Hurt.”

“I take it you know this firsthand? So not going there. But I have to tell you that you did pretty damn well with clothes in New York. I’d love an excuse to see you in a hat again.” He jumped off the tractor as Tucker pulled up to the barn and got the doors.

“I’d like to take you to Austin, honey, show you off.”

“Yeah? Can we? That would be so fun. What would I wear, though? Hmm.” The little Daisy Duke shorts he was wearing today were probably out. He could rock a pair of Wranglers, right?

“Well, depending on what we do, you could wear board shorts. There’s jeans. We’ll have to wing it.”

“So… no kilt?” He laughed. No. No kilt this time. He might end up with marks that weren’t Tucker’s. Board shorts could be fun—little T-shirt, cute sneakers or flip-flops, baseball hat.

“If we head toward the college or on the east side, sure. I’d worry about dudes pinching and groping.”

“Wow. I had no idea. I’m good with shorts. I can look cute as hell.” They headed back up to the house, and he put a hand on Tucker’s chest. “I’ll meet you at the pool.”

“Get us a drink, honey? I’ll pull out towels and more sunscreen.”

“I’ll bring waters. Let me get my suit on.” He winked and took off for the bedroom.

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