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A single shared orgasm certainly doesn’t turn us into friends. Doesn’t even make me like the guy.
I’ve been enemies with Colton Darling since nearly the moment I stepped foot in this town. Back when we were barely men at all. Kids, really. Both of us stupid, maybe. But him crueler than I ever expected.
It should be water under the bridge by now. I shouldn’t care how Colton is feeling after letting me jerk him off in my barn.
But when the fuck do feelings ever truly make sense?
Chapter 13
Colton
Ipace.Notsleep.Pace.
I already showered off the…mess from whatever the fuck that was in Noah’s barn. Now I’m dressed in fresh clothes, the sky above me dark as my feet carry me along the river running through our property. The moon reflects brightly off the surface of the still water, my boots leaving treads in the soft ground. I kick at a tall weed, feeling none the better.
What thefuckwas that?
One minute, Noah and I were fighting. And then…
I groan, the memories assaulting me against my will, not all of them unpleasant.
Ilikedthat. Liked Noah shoving me against the table. Liked him holding me down and—fuck—jerking me off, his hand callused and so fucking big there was no way to mistake him for anything other than a man.
A man.
I just had…sex? Can I even call it that? With a man.
But it wasNoah. And that’s the one piece of the equation I did not like. The asshole made mebeg.
Jesus Christ, how am I ever going to face him again?
I spin and walk in the other direction, realizing I’m a good couple miles away from the house now. It’s quiet out, not even the cows in the fields next to where I’m walking making any noise.
It had to be the manhandling. I simply discovered—through sheer accident—some sort of kink I didn’t know I had because none of the women I’ve been with have ever tried pushing me around.
The question is…
Is that all? Or did I also like the fact that it was a man doing it?
I certainly didn’t hate Noah’s size. Didn’t hate the smell of him or how roughly he held me. Didn’t even hate the feel of his cock pressed against my ass.
If he were any other guy, I would have been curious enough to touch him back and—
Well, shit.
I think that answers my question, doesn’t it?
Does it?
Fuck. Why does this have to be so damn complicated? Why can’t I justknow? Who realizes at thirty-seven fucking years old that they might have a little untriggered thing for dudes?
Andwhydid it have to be Noah? Of all the people in the goddamn world to wake up this side of me, why did it have to behim?
“Fuck!”
My shout rings in the air for a moment before an owl hoots an answering call.
Exhausted, buzzing, and more confused than ever, I head back to the ranch house and try my best to sleep.
