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than Lucky. A muscleman was nice to look at, but he liked ‘em long and lean, like Chance, when it came to actually making out.
    The sun caught the water as it ran, catching in the hollows of Chance’s collarbones, the indentation of Chance’s navel. He bit back his groan, hand twitching to head for his cock.
    “Damn, the water feels fine. You want me to come out, give you a shot?”
    He was torn between getting in and letting his overeager cock cool down and not wanting to put on the show stripping would give Chance. “Nah, I’m good.”
    Chance shrugged and waded in deeper, the dark cotton clinging to the tight little ass, leaving nothing to his imagination. Oh, now there were his fantasies for the next month, easy.
    He did let his hand stray this time, trying to casually adjust himself. Not so easy when he sporting a raging hard on. Chance turned about the time he did, eyes flicking to the motion of his hand. Chance’s gaze lingered for a second, tongue sliding out to lick his lips, then the man blushed and ducked under the water.
    Damn, he wanted a piece of that. A great big piece.
    Sam made sure that by the time Chance came back up he was busy with their poles, working on imaginary tangles. Chance slowly made his way up to the bank, grabbing the long muscle shirt before stripping off the briefs and sliding on the jeans.
    Not before he got a look at that long cock, though, full and heavy. His fingers curled into fists. Damn. He needed a fucking cold shower.
    “You...” There was that huskiness from this morning again, low and rough. “You ready to go in?”
    “Yeah, pretty much.” His own voice was husky and he couldn’t meet Chance’s eyes, so he whistled up Magpie, looking around for her.
    Lacey came up and Chance got her saddle bags settled, then swung up into the saddle, denim tearing just a little in the seat. Now what kind of sense of humor did the man upstairs have to be torturing him like this?
    He almost went for it, but he wasn’t exactly a great catch, down on his luck, bum knee and all and if Chance wasn’t really interested it would make things really awkward.
    He got up on Magpie and nodded to Chance, letting the man lead the way. Might as well go for the full torture package and watch that ass in the saddle.
    Chance moved in the saddle like a wet dream, hips shifting constantly. “What’d you do to your leg, Sam? You hurt it in the army?”
    “Yep. Twisted it up pretty good running through the sand and as we were kind of running for our lives, I didn’t get it looked at right away.” He shrugged. “I finished my tour in the Gulf, managed to get some physio done on it, which kept me going until about two years ago. I was only a coupla years shy of my twenty, but I got an honorable. Sometimes you just have to admit you can’t do what you used to.”
    “Damn. You get disability for it?”
    “Yep, about enough for smokes if I smoked.” Or coffee and a donut every day which was what he’d survived on when he’d first gotten out.
    “That sucks. Still, you look like you were managing just fine this morning, yeah? So maybe the Texas sun is helping?”
    “It sure is. I haven’t had too many aches at all since hitting the warmer weather a few months ago. It stiffens up a little if I forgo the PT though.”
    Chance nodded. “I reckon it does. You got quite a regimen.”
    “You could join me if you wanted.” Because watching that ass while he was running sounded like more wonderful torture. He shook his head at himself. Still, he’d be happy to have company.
    “Oh. Well, maybe. I’d have to sort of plan it, you know?”
    “Not an early riser?” He hadn’t noticed Chance up and about before he’d gotten back before today.
    “Huh?” Chance looked confused for a second, then his eyes went wide. “Oh! Nah. I gotta take my shot and eat at seven. I’ll need to move my meal and shot up to go running with you or I won’t make it. Maybe I could just have a little snack and then