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excitement ran up his spine.
    “I’ll need it tonight anyway. You’re welcome to bunk with me if you’re too beat for the drive home tonight. I’m never against sharing a room.” Tyler tossed his expensive jacket on the questionable bedspread. He eyed it for a moment, tempted to pick it up and set it somewhere else.
    “No, I couldn’t stay here.”
    “You’re probably used to the best, aren’t you? What do you find so unsavory about the place? It’s relatively clean for one of their bargain rooms.”
    Marcus loosened his tie, trying to think of something that wouldn’t be taken as an insult. He was beginning to feel like a jerk. “There’s no air-conditioning.”
    “Real men don’t need all those luxuries. Your body’s just spoiled. You’ll adapt to the elements after a while.”
    “Well, I don’t plan to stick around that long. Besides, it’s not just the discomfort. I have a hard time breathing when it’s this hot and humid. I’ve had trouble with my lungs since I was a kid.” He took a deep breath, feeling claustrophobic and not just from the heat.
    Tyler approached him, a sympathetic look on his face. He ran the pad of his thumb under Marcus’s lower lip, collecting the moisture. “You’re sweating something fierce. Didn’t know it was a medical thing, darlin’. Forget what I said about real men. There ain’t finer than you. ”
    The cowboy didn’t pull away, rather began unbuttoning his starched shirt. He never protested, even though the act felt so intimate and crossed too many boundaries to fathom. “You’re about my size. I’m sure my clothes will fit just fine.” Tyler pushed the shirt over his shoulders. Sinfully slow. The way the man devoured him with his eyes made his dick jump to life. When his rough, cowboy hands followed the same path his eyes just traveled, he bolted back.
    “What are you doing?” And why the fuck did his touch feel so damned good? After the brief physical contact he wanted to give himself to Tyler completely. His mind was more a muddle than it had ever been.
    “You’re fucking perfect, Marcus. I knew you’d be even more appealing once I got your shirt off.” A raw hunger danced in Tyler ’s eyes. But he didn’t really know this man at all. Did he bring men back to these cheap motel rooms in every town? Would Marcus be his rodeo bitch? He wanted to run away and hit the highway as much as he wanted to give in to the cowboy’s ministrations.

Chapter Three

    Tyler never pushed himself on straight men. It wasn’t his style. Sure, there were many men on the circuit who were uncomfortable that he was openly gay, but most just accepted him. Marcus was clean-cut and professional. Tyler guessed it took a lot for him to lose his patience, a politically correct, customer service type. The people he knew would eat him alive, take advantage of his good nature. Normally Tyler would, too, but he wanted more than just a free meal or other perks. He wanted the man.
    He’d kept his distance until he began to sense more from the dark-haired angel. Either he was a closeted gay or curious. Either way, his hooded eyes and parted lips pulled Tyler in like an experienced wrangler to a new calf.
    Marcus probably had no idea how much Tyler held back. He continued to touch the other man since he hadn’t pushed him away. His body was hard, lean-muscled, and an exotic golden hue. When he reached the belt to his suit pants, Marcus gasped and gripped Tyler ’s wrist in a tight fist.
    “I can get that,” he said, barely above a whisper.
    “It’ll be more fun if I help you.” Until the other man told him to fuck off, he wouldn’t back away. He wanted to feel Marcus’s cock, weigh his balls in his palm, and taste the flavor of his cum. More time than usual had passed since he’d hooked up with a lover, and his body was painfully pent-up. The fact that the man alone in his room was sexier than any he’d ever met didn’t help his frustrated predicament. It may not be the