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Standing at the front door saying goodbye to Gentry the next morning was more difficult than I expected. We had both fallen asleep, but the day we spent together had been perfect.

“Martin and I are going out of town to deliver some semen and pick up some heifers. I will be out of town for the next four days. I’d like to see you on Friday if possible.”

I kissed him again. “Friday would be great. Will you be able to text?” I suddenly needed to be in contact with him.

“I’ll text as much as I can during the day but will catch up with you in the evenings.” That sounded good to me.

One last kiss, then he was off to get Dusty and head over to the Circle W. As I sat at my desk, starting to edit pictures, it hit home how much I liked Gentry. He made me feel things: protected, wanted, cared about. All of the things I wanted in a relationship.

It was wonderful and scary all at once.

Chapter ten

JOE

I've been working on editing for several hours when someone knocked at my door. When I opened it, Dusty stood there with a bag in his hand. He smiled.

“I brought your favorite ice cream,” he said.

“Dusty, are you trying to get into my pants 'cause you know that's the best way to do it?”

I felt a little guilty flirting with him. Before Gentry, I had done it all the time. We had something great together; I couldn't just say goodbye to him because someone else had come along. He stepped into my space, leaned up, and gave me a sweet kiss.

Kissing Dusty was warm, gentle, and familiar. My body lit up for him, craving him like I did the ice cream he brought. I pulled him to me, the ice cream falling to the floor, as I pushed him toward the counter, my tongue seeking his. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I found myself tight against him. The kiss deepened, and our need became feral.

He pulled back from me. “Don’t get all crazy on me when I tell you this.”

My stomach dropped. “That sounds ominous.”

“Oh. I think it’s good. I missed you a lot, Joe.” He gave me a shy smirk, “I know we said this wasn’t really dating, but I’ve been feeling things.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but I had been thinking something similar. We had a connection that was impossible to deny. “You have?”

“The idea of a boyfriend? Maybe a dog? A partner? They don’t sound so bad if you are included in that picture. I’ve been giving those things a lot of thought.”

The fact that he was thinking about it was more than I had hoped for, but now it felt weird. Dusty was changing lanes, but Gentry was a new option, and he knew what he wanted. A few days ago, I wondered if I would find someone who offered something more than just friends with benefits.

Dusty pushed up my shirt, his hands ran up my sides, and my body responded to his touch. My already solid cock, flexed, and it wanted more attention. He was slightly shorter than me, which made it easy for us to slot together; his arousal was thick against my hip.

I knew from our other times together that he liked to be squeezed, and I was always happy to give that to him. I would say that what he lacked in height was made up for with his cock. I loved how he felt in my hand and needed to feel the heat of his skin in my palm.

“Did you spend any more time with that guy?” Dusty asked between kisses.

It was an odd question. “Yeah, we went riding again.”

He moaned into my mouth. “Did you think about having sex with him?”

“He is hot. It crossed my mind.” I could tell by his reaction that he liked my answer. “You like that I thought about being with him?”

“Joe, something about you getting pleasure from another man feels good to me. I love making you feel good. I want that for you always.”

It made me want to tell him about what Gentry and I had done, but I didn’t.

“I want to make you see stars, Joe.”

With that, he kissed and nipped until he took one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it.

“Fuck. That feels good.”