Sun.
Surf.
His rock.
The only thing that would make it better would be another cold beer, but Rig wasn't in the mood to move. Nope. He was in full basking-lizard mode. Well, trying to be. If the wind didn't blow he could forget it was just an incredibly warm day.
He let one foot dangle down into the water, the touch cool and comfortable, almost chilly.
Yep. He was a lucky motherfucking redneck.
A shadow blocked the sun, and something wet and warm slid along his exposed collarbone. "Mmm ... sweaty cowboy. My favorite kind."
"Mmm. Blue." His own growly stud, right there. Life was good.
"I've got a thing or two for you." Rock's tongue slid up along his neck, circled the skin just below his ear.
"I. Uh. What?" He got a little side-tracked. Well, more than a little.
"They're kind of the same shape. Both hard. One's hot, the other's cold." Rock nipped his earlobe.
"Hard." Rig liked hard. He tilted his head, encouraging his big, studly ex-marine to keep going.
Those warm lips slid down his neck again and along his shoulder, tongue licking, wetting his skin. "Both hard. Here's the cold one." The bottom end of a beer bottle landed on an exposed strip of his belly, making him jump.
"Fuck!" He hooted, grabbing for the longneck. Oh, fuck yes. Beer.
Beer. Beer. Beer.
Laughing, Rock slid a hand along his hip. "Drink it up and I'll give you the other one."
"Mmm. You're good to me, Blue. Y'all have a good workout?" Rock and Dick had gone out after lunch to do ... something at the gym.
Rock grinned. "I showed the kid a thing or two, yeah."
One finger slid under his shirt, up over his nipple, all the way over to his other one, and flicked the little gold ring in it. Every Goddamn nerve in his body went tingly, Rig's cock filling right up, unmistakable, undeniable. And from the shit-eating grin on his Blue's face, Rock knew it. The ring was flicked again, and then Rock's fingers trailed down along his belly.
"Mmm. You're wanting." His cock tried to reach that square, callused hand, just needing the touch. Needing something, even after all this time.
Rock's fingers stilled, staying at a level with his navel, torturing him. "Always. I'm not the only one, either."
Just listen to that husky growl.
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