Chapter 65: Gar-Bear.
Rusty stood in the doorway of the hunting shack so close to him that they could kiss. They stared at each other for a long moment. In this second, the cold didn't touch Gareth. He felt the shift in Rusty as he gazed at him. No one should have green eyes as sexy as this man. Gareth leaned backward, unsure why he was drawn to his old bully.
“f**k me." Rusty breathed the words a second time as if he just couldn't believe who was standing in front of him. “My Bear?"
Fuck Rusty? That was precisely what Gareth wanted to do. He wanted to take him hard and rough, and… what the hell was he thinking?
“I knew I recognized ya, Bear. I just couldn't place ya. Ya look mighty different."
“I know. I'm not the fat kid anymore." Gareth hated the nickname Gar-Bear. He knew the name
