Chapter 3
Dean heard the door open again a short time later, and a shirtless and pantless Colt came walking through the room with a towel in his hand, running it over and over through his hair. His mouth wide open, Dean could only sit there in awe at Colt’s sexy as hell body. Colt was built rock solid, his chest lightly dusted with hair. Dean’s mouth watered, and the definition in Colt’s chest muscles made him want to faint. This was a guy used to hard work. The arms, previously hidden under layers of clothes, were bigger than Dean originally thought. The thick muscles and veins popping out got Dean’s motor running.
“Am I right?”
Colt must have said something, but Dean missed it, mesmerized by the play of muscles that worked as Colt towel dried his hair, the long torso, and the happy tr
