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didn’t see any photographers in town,” he admitted. Actually, he hadn’t seen paparazzi for the last two days, but decided to keep the information to himself until he figured out a few things.
    “No shit? Does that mean I have to leave?” Brac asked with a chuckle.
    After swinging his line out into the water, Jessup scooted a smidge closer to Brac . The fact that he was willing to fish at all had been the answer he’d been waiting for. “Not unless you want to. You could always stick around for Cattle Valley Days. I haven’t been to one, but Ryan said it’s a helluva time.”
    Brac brushed his shoulder against Jessup. “Are you asking me on a date?”
    Jessup thought back over his statement. He hadn’t intended to ask Brac on a date, but he had to admit the idea of accompanying the man appealed to him. “Maybe. Guess that depends on what you’d say.”
    “Guess that depends on if you’d let me hold your hand,” Brac countered.
    Setting his pole beside him, Jessup rested his hand on his thigh, palm up. Don’t freak out , he told himself several times.
    Brac hesitated for several moments, his hand hovering over Jessup’s. “You sure?”
    Jessup shrugged. “I hope so.”
    Brac lowered his hand until it rested palm to palm against Jessup’s. He slowly threaded his fingers through Jessup’s much darker ones. “This okay?”
    Jessup nodded, his throat clogged with emotion. He hadn’t jumped or shied away from Brac’s touch. As a matter of fact, he’d welcomed it. “It’s nice,” he admitted.
    “Yes, it is.” Brac looked out over the sparkling water. “Do you think we could work our way up to a kiss before nightfall?”
    “I’d like that. It’s been…a long time.” Nearly four years, but Jessup kept that bit of information to himself. While he was in prison, he’d clung to the memories of his last night spent with Priest. It hadn’t been romantic, or emotional, just another hard fuck with the closest thing he had to a friend, but the memory had kept him going while in prison.
    Still holding hands, Jessup leaned in and touched his lips to Brac’s . He froze at the contact, waiting for the panic to set in. When nothing but desire coursed through his veins, Jessup loosened up enough to give Brac a proper kiss. He brushed his tongue against Brac’s lips and waited for entrance.
    Brac sighed as he opened his mouth and accepted Jessup’s tongue.
    The grip Brac had on Jessup’s hand became almost unbearable as the kiss deepened into an erotic tongue play Jessup would’ve never thought possible. Even Priest didn’t ignite such overwhelming mind-numbing lust in him, never had. Jessup shook his hand free and wrapped his arms around Brac , pushing him back onto the soft grass.
    Jessup’s passion overrode his sense of fear. He insinuated himself between Brac’s thighs and pressed his aching cock against Brac’s . Jessup was nearly out of his mind until he felt tight bands wrap around his waist. His body went rigid the moment he felt trapped. In a heartbeat, Jessup went from turned on to gasping for breath. He tried to push away from the force holding him in place.
    “Fuck!” Brac yelled.
    Once free, Jessup retreated to safety on his hands and knees. His body shook as he struggled to calm his breathing. Time stood still as he fought his way back from the dank cell. He pushed away the memories of the beatings he’d suffered at the hands of the guards. Wyoming not Syria , he reminded himself. He wiped the sweat from his face and tried to gather his wits. When he chanced a look at Brac , his heart plummeted. Shit. What have I done?
    Holding his groin, Brac was doubled over, vomiting onto the grass.
    It seemed even Brac’s sex appeal only went so far in helping Jessup forget his past. Not only had he made a fool of himself, but he’d injured an innocent man in the process. Jessup rose to his feet and walked over to Brac’s side. His knees almost buckled at the expression on Brac’s face.