“Jake?” Brett asked when his cowboy had been silent, apart from his elevated breathing, for the longest time. “You okay?”
“Oh, Michigan,” Jake croaked and pulled Brett into his arms. “I ain’t got the words.”
Brett hoped the words his lover couldn’t find were because the experience was overwhelming him in a good, rather than a bad, way.
Brett did his best to soothe his man, stroking and petting whatever damp skin he could reach.
Taking a deep breath, Jake finally spoke. “I love ya, Brett Morris. So fuckin’ much, it scares me. Why you, a educated man, would be interested in a guy who didn’t even graduate high school, I don’t know.”
“I don’t care about the differences in our education. All I care about is you and how much I love you.”
“Thanks, darlin’.”
Remembering they still had some
