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bottom, but everything had screamed closet case. From the way Chance hid at the bar, to the fact he’d come to Abernathy to drink when there was a closer gay bar than Bar None to their hometown.
     
    Bradley scowled at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. He needed to just get over this. That’s the Bradley Heart way. When you keep a good piece of ass around, they cheat or get bored. And he wouldn’t even consider playing with a closet case again. He still couldn’t believe he’d fucked with a virgin. That was definitely too complicated for him.
     
    He’d wanted a good fuck, and he got one. The best. Damn had it been… special. He’d just wished he’d gotten to go that extra mile. Chance had been one of the most willing bottoms he’d been with and he bet they could have played well together. It’s like their bodies had just worked in synch. If Chance had never had a hand taken to that backside, Bradley bet he’d be able to show the man how good it could be. From the moment they’d laid eyes on one another there’d always been that thing, but last night it’d been intensified and… Bradley finished in the bathroom, trying to distract himself from those thoughts because his cock was already plumping up again in his boxers.
     
    As he sat watching coffee brew in the pot, trying to keep his mind off any and all thoughts of Chance Becket and his tight ass, his phone rang. Seeing his sister’s name on the display he sighed. This would definitely be the distraction he’d wanted.
     
    “Hey, Heather,” he said after he’d accepted the call.
     
    “Bradley! Happy Saturday, sweets.”
     
    “Is it?” he asked. She was a morning person. He hated her for it.
     
    “Oh, really? You’re just waking?” Which of course was a surprise, because she knew just like anyone who knew him that he’d usually have been up three hours by now.
     
    “Late night,” he said, noncommittally.
     
    “Mmhmm,” she hummed to herself. It had that same tone to it that it’d had when they were kids and it was I know what you did and I’m telling mom . Only now mom was long dead and she just got her rocks off teasing her little brother.
     
    “What can I do you for?” he asked. Which wasn’t really a fair question since she called every Saturday morning like clockwork. But he was not in the best of moods, having just got laid off and his one-nighter couldn’t even stick around for one more round of hand jobs.
     
    “Well, I was just checking in, Mr Grump. You seemed stressed when we talked last week so I’ve had to stop myself from calling you six times this week. How’s the job situation?”
     
    He frowned. Job, apartment, ex-boyfriend… It all was shit today. He figured he may as well swallow his pride, though. His sister was decently connected and he’d be out of an apartment and job soon enough.
     
    “Well… Here’s the thing…” And after telling her everything she had the ‘perfect solution’. The one he’d been dreading but that she seemed to have already ironed out in hopes he’d accept. Her plan was actually entirely too logical and financially responsible to pass up. And damn her, she knew she had him.
     
    Looked like he’d be going home—under duress, of course. And he tried not to think maybe he’d get a repeat out of Chance. No, he’d do better to remember what it was like living in the closet back in Hope Springs.
     
     
     

               Chapter 5
     

     
    Bradley’s sister had done him right. Even if she had practically bullied him into coming home, at least she made sure he got one of the furthest cottages from their dad’s house. If he was going to be living on the same ranch, he couldn’t imagine doing better than being on the back forty. He knew his dad never came back there, the cottage used mostly by his buddies who visited and liked fishing at the lake the cottage backed up to.
     
    To make him feel better about living at home again, his sister already