Tucker enjoyed the view as he followed Birdie and Luke to the car. Luke had the nicest butt Tucker had ever seen, wrapped up like a Christmas present in faded Wrangler jeans. The denim hugged more than just Luke’s rear end. The denim didn’t hide chiseled thighs or the hefty bulge beneath Luke’s large metal belt buckle. Truthfully, Luke probably didn’t need that belt, that ass could hold up a f*****g skyscraper.
There were other things about Luke that Tucker liked too. If Birdie was worried about the hat, Tucker didn’t mind the chocolate colored Stetson with the paler leather hatband studded with little replicas of buffalo nickels. The hat coordinated perfectly with Luke’s well-worn cowboy boots. The only thing he was missing were a pair of spurs and a bull between his legs. He can ride me
