Cowboy Crush
Cowboy Crush
Series : Book
Heat Rating Diablo Delights
Released 2010-11-05
Word Count 19213
Keywords erotic, cowboy, western, gay, m/m, romance, erotika romance, erotic romance, erotic, m/f, romance, lust, lovers, erotica, contemporary
ISBN 978-1-926771-99-1
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Price :$2.99
After receiving a Dear John letter, Eli is free to explore his attraction to Vinn. But do you risk a friendship simply to scratch an itch?
When the future depends on trust—things might get a little rowdy.
After receiving a Dear John letter from his fiancée, Eli Smith isn’t sure what comes next. He’s spent years going from one rodeo to the next, biding his time and saving his money for the ranch he wanted to call home. Unfortunately, he tries to find the answers at the local saloon—too bad the more he drinks, the more he can’t stop thinking about the attraction he’s had to deny. Until now…
Ready to hit the road, Vinn hunts down his circuit companion and best friend, Eli. The last place he expected to find him was in the saloon drowning himself in the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. As if things weren’t complicated enough with the ever-growing attraction between them. But alcohol lowers inhibitions, and for a few brief minutes, Vinn entertains thoughts of going for it—despite the fiancée, despite the friendship, and despite the fact Eli isn’t gay.
Rodeos and cowboys make good bedfellows. But do you risk a friendship simply to scratch an itch?
Eli spotted their trailer at the edge of the parking lot. "You weren't kidding about being ready to go. You got everythinggg loaded on yourrr own." He winced at the sound of his own voice. Words were slurring and probably not making a lot of sense.
"You disappeared, and we had to clear out or pay for the campground space another night." Vinn gripped his waist tighter.
The warmth of his best friend's touch confused him. He may be drunk, but he remembered the heat. For months, the space between them had been rife with some kind of tension. He couldn't pinpoint when things had changed, but he'd found himself hiding a hard-on more often than not these days.
Vinn wrenched open the camper door and hauled Eli inside. "Man, have you put on a few pounds?"
"Fuck you."
"You wish," Vinn blasted back.
Images of Vinn naked flashed through his brain. Living in such close proximity twenty-four-seven, all physical modesty disappeared. But this was different. He groaned at the idea of catching Vinn jacking off.
"Head hurting already?"
"I'm fine." At least as much as possible when you're daydreaming about the man next to you naked with his hand wrapped around his erection. Eli's dick twitched in his jeans of its own volition.
"Looks like I'll be taking the first shift driving tonight. You can sleep it off, and then in the morning we can switch." Vinn dumped him on the couch and rifled through the cabinet next to him.
Eli took the opportunity to stare at his friend. Vinn's dark blond hair was tousled as usual. The ends jutted in all different directions, looking like he needed a haircut. This time of night, he'd gone a bit beyond a five o'clock shadow and straight to sexy stubble. The deep color of his skin spoke to a man who spent all of his days outdoors. He'd grown up on a working ranch, and his talent in the ring came from hard work and a helluva lot of muscle.
A pillow landed on Eli's face, interrupting his errant thoughts.
"Here's a blanket—might as well start sleeping it off."
Vinn's eyes, staring down at him, matched the exact color of the whiskey he'd downed earlier. Maybe it wasn't alcohol he needed to help him forget…
"Thanks for helping me."
"Yeah, try saying that in the morning when I wake your ass up to take your shift." Vinn reached close and lifted Eli's head to place the pillow behind him. At this proximity, Eli saw the pulse beating at his neck. The smooth skin beckoned him, and the urge to touch overwhelmed him. For so long, he'd been denying there was anything more than friendship brewing between them, but in this moment, with the heat of Vinn's body practically stroking his skin, Eli wanted more.
Throwing caution to the wind, Eli brushed his lips across Vinn's neck. His friend froze in place for a few seconds before turning to meet his gaze. Those amber eyes turned dark and hooded in an instant, and Eli instinctively knew they were both thinking the same thing.
"You're my best friend." His voice hoarse, Eli tried to swallow past the lump in his throat.
"Don't do this, Eli," he whispered.
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