no brainer." He opened the pantry and pulled out a bag of peanut M&M. Zander poured them into a red bowl and placed them in the center of the coffee table.
"It's going to be a long day." Tucker reached for the bowl but cringed.
"Is your arm still bothering you?" Zander asked.
"Of course, I was shot, you bonehead."
Billy blanched before standing and heading into the kitchen. Tucker kept his gaze on him the entire way. Those two were aching for each other but it seemed that they were having a few issues. Billy came back with a Coke and a smaller bowl. He put a handful of M&Ms in the bowl and set it on the side table by Tucker, depositing the Coke next to it.
"Thanks." Tucker reached out to touch Billy but he moved away, not once looking at Tucker. None of the other guys in the room seemed to see the distress between the pair.
Bill y took his seat opposite Tucker. He needed to focus on the mission but all he could think about was kissing Tucker and how horrified the guy had looked after the kiss. He should have kept his hands and lips to himself. He'd fucked up and now he needed to make it right.
"We're going to break until one. Everyone, get your ranch chores done first then we'll have a light lunch while we discuss the mission. Because of the complicated nature, we'll spend all afternoon going over the information and researching on our own before we make any decisions. Roger, if you have any questions, you can go to Grant. He seems to be the perfect mentor for you."
The guys stood and Billy jumped up quickly, needing to get away from Tucker before he had a chance to corner him. Later, he'd have to face the music, but right now he couldn’t stomach Tucker telling him he felt nothing.
He dropped his folder in his room then ran out the back door, racing to the barn. With all of them at the ranch and only Billy out of commission, his chores were small. Feeding the horses and spreading two bails of hay took him less than thirty minutes. Crystal blue skies overhead looked more like a painting than real life. Having grown up in Los Angeles, where blue skies were rare, he marveled at the beauty. Being cooped up inside this morning would only leave him aching more than he currently was. Reading over the file outside seemed like the perfect plan.
Without thinking, Billy rushed back into his room and flung open the door, surprised to find Tucker sitting in the center of his bed, the pillows propped up behind him. His mouth went dry and his stomach turned.
Tucker looked at him over the dark rims of his glasses, his lips turned down in a frown. "Sorry, but this is the only way I figured I'd see you."
"I can't—just let me get my—"
"Shut the door, Billy, and talk to me. Five minutes, that's all I'm asking for."
Billy let the door close behind him, wishing that he were anywhere but here. Hearing Tucker say he didn't want him would hurt. Already his heart squeezed so hard he thought he would die.
"Come here." Tucker moved to the edge of the bed but stayed seated.
Billy shuffled slowly to the bed but didn't get within touching distance. He feared that his desire would show if he were standing in front of Tucker. The man had no idea what dirty thoughts Billy had about him and his mouth. He pushed the erotic images from his mind, trying to concentrate on what Tucker had to say, not what he wanted him to say.
"No, come here." Tucker held out his hand, beckoning Billy to come closer.
He knew better than to move, but he couldn’t help himself. When Tucker could touch him, he pulled Billy right in front of him, his hand on Billy's waist, his eyes level with the waistband of Billy's jeans. Tucker slowly slid his gaze up Billy's torso, torturing Billy as he angled his head up. Finally, Tucker's blue-green eyes stared up at him, long lashes resting on his cheeks when he blinked.
Billy's cock grew hard and his body shook. He couldn’t do this. The desire to push Tucker onto the bed raged so hard he was seeing red. Billy
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