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Ram.”
    Tucker’s voice was tight with something Christian couldn’t identify. He sent him a sidelong look. The man’s face was in the shadows, but even if he’d been standing in a beam of sunlight, Christian knew his expression would still be inscrutable. He did that—hid behind a mask.
    Christian shifted, brushing shoulders with Tucker. A spike of desire sank deep into his groin. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop her before she did that last thousand dollars’ worth of damage.”
    The corner of Tucker’s mouth twitched. “Just that last thousand?”
    “Well, yeah, I wouldn’t want to put a financial strain on you.”
    At that, Tucker laughed out loud. He gripped Christian’s shoulder and squeezed. Their gazes met. Dark blue sparks glittered in Tucker’s. “I’m not worried about getting it fixed for a while. Let’s break open that beer.”
    And break out our cocks.
    Christian followed his friend into the house, aware of the long lines of his back and the hard muscles rolling beneath his western shirt and Wranglers. Tucker went to the kitchen for the beer, which was new too, since Christian was always the beer runner.
    Unsure of what to do with himself, Christian shuffled around the living room, listening to the refrigerator door opening and closing. When Tucker entered the space, a cloud of testosterone crowded in with him.
    Christian swallowed hard and wordlessly accepted the beer. The dynamics had changed between them, but why? Had it been Tucker’s apology? Or the fact that he felt the need to apologize at all?
    “Been thinking a lot about Claire today.” His friend’s words made Christian’s heart constrict.
    Sinking to his regular spot on the sofa, Christian cracked open his beer. “Yeah?”
    “I fucked up.”
    “So go get her back.”
    “I intend to.”
    Without thought, Christian’s words tumbled out. “I want to be part of that. As a third.”
    Tucker’s gaze snapped to his and clung. A painful heartbeat stretched between them. Unable to battle his need anymore, Christian set his beer aside, leaned back on the sofa and unzipped his jeans.
    A quiet noise broke from Tucker as he sank to the recliner and did the same. The grating noise of his zipper lowering had Christian’s cock hard and weeping with pre-come. While nudging his jeans and boxers off his hips, he kicked off his boots. Usually Christian left his T-shirt on, but today he yanked it off too, leaving him completely bare.
    Every inch of himself exposed to Tucker.
    Taking his cue, Tucker stripped down too, abandoning jeans with the leather belt and silver buckle still in the loops. When his pearl-button shirt hit the carpet, Christian drank in the sight of his friend’s well-muscled chest, sprinkled with golden brown hair.
    Christian rubbed a palm over his own bare chest to the dark trail of hair leading to his cock. As one, he and Tucker cupped their balls, fondling the tight sacs, gazes locked on each other. Webs of want spread through Christian’s body as he thought about finally dropping to his knees and taking Tucker’s long shaft in his mouth. Of sucking that dark purple head and gathering the ropes of come.
    He shuddered.
    Tucker rolled his shaft through his hand, pumping it once and holding it out, erect, for Christian to see the glistening tip.
    Choking off a groan, Christian fisted his cock, pressing down on the flared head so the tip slitted. Juices oozed out.
    Then they were off. Hips rocking upward to meet their hands, cords standing out on Tucker’s neck and Christian’s belly dipping with each harsh breath.
    Tucker threw his head back and slid down in the chair a bit, parting his legs and giving Christian the peek at the shadow beneath his balls.
    Fuck, that does it for me every time.
    With a guttural cry, Christian came. Jets of cream spurted over his knuckles and shot upward onto his abs. Blinding waves of pleasure enveloped him along with the scents of pine and musk.
    “Jesus,” Tucker groaned.
    Christian