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    “Tacos are the perfect food, you know?” Stop looking at Adam’s ass. Stop looking at Adam’s ass. Stop looking at that tight, perfect round ass. The man had to wear Wranglers, didn’t he? Why couldn’t he come in his uniform? That would have killed Sage’s interest.
    The jeans, though? Fuck him raw.
    Sage half grinned, half grimaced. Most fellers didn’t know what a bad reference that phrase was.
    Still, it was enough to calm him down as he climbed the steps to his trailer. “Have a drink and a sit. I got to wipe down.”
    “Thanks. I’ll pour you some tea.” Adam took the sunglasses off and set them aside, and the man was… staring. Looking hungry.
    “You’re a good man.” A fine, hard, good man.
    “I try.” Those eye lines crinkled, and Sage’s knees went weak.
    Okay. Okay. Bathroom. He got in there and started the water going, loud enough that no one would hear if he jacked off, fast and hard and brutal, pulling himself and shooting into the toilet, his balls aching. His knees sagged, and he breathed deeply, trying hard to keep himself upright.
    Fuck, fuck, he was out of his mind, doing this. He didn’t even know what he was doing, exactly. The cop and the ex-con? That sounded like a bad porn movie.
    Hell, it probably was a bad porn movie.
    When he came back out, Adam had laid out food and poured drinks and was standing in the front room, hands in his pockets.
    “Hey. Sorry, I had to….” Get my rocks off . “…clean up.”
    “No worries. Uh, you thinking about a shirt?”
    “Oh God. Yes. Yes, sorry. Sorry.” He hurried back to his bedroom and found a T-shirt from the closet. Adam made him stupid.
    Adam waited for him, right where he’d left the man. “Hey, I was enjoying the view, but I thought you might be uncomfortable with me staring.”
    “I just…. Uh…. Tea?” What? Staring? At who? Him? Lord almighty.
    “Here.” Adam thrust a glass of tea at him.
    “Thanks.” He gulped it down, hoping to douse the fire in his chest. It didn’t, but at least he didn’t choke.
    “No problem. I—sorry, man. I don’t want to freak you out or anything. I’ll try to keep my eyes to myself.
    “Ain’t got nothing you don’t, and you know I ain’t into boobs.” What was he supposed to do?
    “I know.” Adam sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. That smile went all crookedy and wry. “I want you.”
    “Me?” Well, now. That was an interesting thought. “Honey, I’m messed up. There ain’t no good queer men here?”
    “I’m sure there are.” Spreading his hands, Adam shrugged. “I mean, there have to be. I know it would be smarter to want someone else, for sure.”
    Sage heard that, and as bad as it stung to admit, he had to agree with it. “No shit on that. Your boss would cut your nuts off. You want chips and salsa with the tacos?”
    “That sounds good.” Smiling a little, Adam moved a little closer. Maybe too damn close. “No one ever said I was smart, Sage.”
    “No?” He looked up—and up and up—this close, Adam was tall.
    “Nope.” Adam touched him, hand on his arm, sliding up over his shoulder to his cheek, thumb rubbing along Sage’s jaw.
    Well, he’d be goddamned.
    “You’re touching me.” He ducked his chin, sort of wallowing in the sensation.
    “Is that bad? I think it feels good.”
    That big body rubbed against his in the smallest ways. A brush of shoulder, their thighs sliding together with a scratch of denim.
    “It does.” He felt like every muscle was tightening, responding to Adam. “God, it so does.”
    “Oh, excellent.” He’d never seen a smile like that, up close and personal, lighting up Adam’s face just before the man kissed him.
    He gasped, lips parting in pure-D shock. Kissing him. No one had kissed him in so long. God, what if his breath was nasty? What if his teeth didn’t feel good to Adam’s tongue?
    Adam didn’t seem to be so worried. The man didn’t hurry, tasting him deep. One square hand came up, cradled the