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“You did good.”
Butch jumped. He hadn’t even heard the crunch of Sol’s boots on the gravel. “You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?”
Sol joined him, his forearms resting on the rail. “I mean it. You were awesome.”
Warmth surged through him. “Wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.” He glanced back at the bunkhouse. “I was right about one thing, though. They weren’t exactly surprised.”
“Now that I’ve got you on your own, I really did want to talk to you about—”
Butch spun around to face him. “Does this have anything to do with what went on in high school?” His pulse quickened.
“Yes, but—”
“Then no. I haven’t changed my mind on that. Talking about your questionable taste in music back then? That’s as far as I go. Everything else is off limits.”
Sol’s face tightened. “Got it.”
Butch resumed his previous position, his heartbeat slowing from its spike of activity. “I guess I won’t see much of you while you’re here. I’ll be gone for two days when I go with Paul to collect that horse for the boss.”
“That’s a pity, because I’d sure like to see more of you.”
Butch glanced at him, and a shiver ran through him when he found Sol staring at him.
Sol didn’t break eye contact. He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Yeah, a whole lot more.”
And with that, he wandered back to the bunkhouse.
Butch waited until he caught the creak of the door before expelling a long breath.
Jesus.
Someone somewhere had just turned the thermostat all the way up toHotter than Hell.
Butch lay in bed, wide awake. No shocker there, but what had stirred him from his sleep had not been a nightmare, but another kind of dream entirely.
The kind he hadn’t experienced for a great many years.
He had vague recollections of a warm mouth on his dick, but he’d woken before the finale, with what felt like a steel pipe in his shorts.
Just close your eyes. With any luck, you’ll slip right back into it.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of even, deep breathing and the occasional snore from Zeeb’s bunk. Butch rolled onto his side—
To find Sol mirroring him. Watching him.
“That’s kinda creepy, y’know,” Butch whispered.
“I can’t sleep.” Sol’s whisper drifted across the space separating them.
“Try counting cows.”
Butch’s nightlight didn’t give off much illumination, but he could make out Sol’s raised eyebrows.
“I thought you were supposed to count sheep.”
Butch grinned. “It’s a cattle ranch. Duh.” He paused, listening for any change in sounds. Zeeb gave a rough snore.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Sol shifted onto his back, his hand beneath the sheet, and the gentle rhythmic movement left Butch in no doubt as to what was happening under there.
