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pushed himself into Tyler , entering him in a firm, consistent thrust. The city boy groaned and shuddered as he filled his ass. “Oh, God.”
    “Show me what you’re made of.” Tyler grabbed the headboard with one hand, bracing himself for a workout. Marcus didn’t fail him. The other man must have been as pent-up as him, thrusting and pistoning in and out of his ass like a machine.
    His body was lit up with sensation, his ass spasming, his cock thickening. Reality spiraled out of focus as his orgasm loomed just beneath the surface. He began to pump his cock to match the rhythm of Marcus’s big dick fucking him. The dual stimulation was too much. He wouldn’t last long.
    “Come on, sweetheart. Fill me up! I wanna feel your hot seed inside me.” As if following his command, Marcus gasped, his hand digging into his hip as he pumped this release into Tyler . His own cum sprayed the coverlet as he reached his peak, the sticky mess coating his knuckles.
    Marcus kissed his moist neck, not pulling out of him, just lying close without moving. “How’d I do for my first time?”
    “You’re a natural. But I hope we’ll have lots and lots of practice.” Tyler clenched around Marcus’s semi-flaccid cock, making him groan against his neck.
    They rolled apart, only to snuggle closer, face-to-face. He could never tire of looking into the Italian’s dark, exotic features. The man belonged on a magazine cover, and here he was, all his.
    “Where will you go from here?” asked Marcus.
    “Paying events are in Essa now. Drifters follow the money, so I guess that’s where I’m heading.”
    “What about me?” He could hear the caution and vulnerability in Marcus’s voice, and it made him want to hold onto the man and never let go.
    He kissed him on the lips, once, twice. “You go where I go.”
    Marcus sat up, breaking their intimate bubble. “Is it really that simple in your head? I just throw away my whole life and travel the rodeo circuit with you?”
    “I thought that’s what you had in mind when you came out here looking for me.”
    “I needed to see you, to get some closure. Tyler , I have a condo, a job, and family back in the city. I can’t just not go back—that’s not how real life works.”
    He hopped off the bed and tugged on his boxer briefs. “So what was I? A fantasy? A good, part-time fuck?”
    “No! You’re putting words in my mouth.” Marcus slipped the remainder of the dildo out of his ass and tossed it on the bed beside him.
    “Am I? You’re not coming with me, so I guess that means you’re heading home to your real life.”
    “What do you expect? I’ve known you a week. Am I supposed to throw away my whole life and take a risk on you?”
    Tyler cringed on the inside, but didn’t let it show. What else did he expect? Every man he’d shared a bed with only saw him as a bedmate, a man-whore with nothing of value besides a good romp in the hay. It never bothered him until now. Now it fucking hurt. He wanted to get down on one knee and beg Marcus to stay, to love him, but he wouldn’t.
    “Maybe I should just hop in my truck and hit the highway.” He pulled on his Wranglers.
    “I forgot to tell you. Your truck has at least one flat.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “When I went to get your bag, there was this guy lurking around. He pointed out the flats.”
    Tyler ’s heart clenched and throat tightened. “What did he look like?”
    “I don’t know. Big homely guy with overalls.”
    Tyler was scared to know the answer, but he had to ask. “Did he have a lazy eye?”
    “How’d you know?”
    Fuck! They’d found him again. It had been two years with no sign, but now they’d found him. They always found him.

Chapter Eight

    There was an uncomfortable silence during breakfast at the diner. He was sure Tyler had been happy to see him, but maybe it was only the buzz from the alcohol. Ever since they had sex, his mood seemed to shift. Was it all about sex? Had he gotten his