Page 74 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“You left the door open.”

“Yeah, to let out steam,” he said. “This bathroom was the last part of the barn renovation. I still need to put a little window in here for air.”

“I’ll look the other way, if you’re so modest.”

The water shut off and a moment later he slid the glass door wide open, giving me a pointed stare.

“Not modest,” he told me.

I got an eyeful of naked, wet Max, his tan skin dripping with water.

I reached out and pinched his nipple.

He smacked my hand away in an instant, grabbing a plush white towel on the wall nearby and rubbing it across his hair.

“Baby—”

“What do you need to talk about with me so badly that you barge in on my shower?” he interjected.

I had confirmed that his cock looked just as good when it wasn’t hard. While he toweled off his hair I let my gaze linger on his shaft as it hung there, thick and heavy between his legs, up against the side of one of his thighs.

If I’d known Tennessee had views like these…

He finally brought the towel down to his waist, wrapping it around his hips and stepping out of the shower.

“People send you private messages like these?” I asked him, showing him the screen of his phone.

He glanced down at it. “Oh. That guy.DizzeeHippo. He’s been around for a while, just a weirdo.”

“What do you say to him?”

“I ignore him.”

“You need to block him. And you need to stop showing details of the outside of your barn and property in the videos you film outside.”

“He’s harmless, Draven,” Max said. “Not so sure you are, though.”

Definitely not, Baby Blue.

Water droplets still clung to the curved divots above his collarbone, and his hair was damp and smelled so fucking good I wanted to bury my face in it.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and as I was pulling it out, Max moved forward, trying to get through the bathroom doorway. As I stepped out of the way, he shoulder checked me, knocking me a little on one side.

The impulse to slam him up against the wall was potent.

Fuck.

My phone was still buzzing incessantly, but I was distracted now. Any little thing like that from him and my body went from zero to sixty in an instant. The feeling of Max’s body on mine was too good, even when he was trying to be rough.

Betterwhen he was trying to be rough.

As he walked off, I reached out to grip his ass through the towel. I gave one of his ass cheeks the tightest grip I could, but the thick towel was in the way.

I yanked it down. My hand connected with his ass and as I finally gave it a firm grip, skin on skin. Max whirled around after a moment and gave me a quick shove against my shoulders, his gaze electric.

I groaned. My cock was so hard it ached under my pants now.

My phone had stopped buzzing and then started up all over again. Whoever was calling really wanted to reach me, and I hated them for it.

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