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TV. Didn’t really see the point. If people wanted to see real life he thought they should just go out and live it. Not sit on their duff watching it play out on a screen.
    Tyson fit the mold of so many men in the area. He liked pickup trucks, jeans, t-shirts, cowboy boots, meat and potatoes, and classic rock with some country music thrown in for good measure. Try as he might, he found it fit him, and he wasn’t one for putting on a false front. He’d made an effort to be less country when he was on a work trip to Boston, but that had proved to be an epic failure so he stopped nearly instantly.
    Funny how the Boston women fawned all over him the minute he put his cowboy hat back on and stopped giving a rat’s ass about how much he was standing out there. The only regret he’d had about his time there was not following through on his original plan—not stopping in to pay a visit to Lexie Garnes. She’d taken off four years back to attend some fancy university there. He never could remember which. All the fancy ones seemed to run together. All he knew was she didn’t belong there. She belonged in Middlefield with him.
    His chest tightened at the thought of her. She wasn’t far away anymore. Much to his surprise earlier in the day, she was home. His blond hair fell forward into his face, partially blocking his view. The sweat from working outside all day clung to him as he unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. He lowered them, his gaze on the lake and the sun as it began to lower on the horizon.
    Tyson took hold of his cock and ran his hand down the length of it, his thoughts on Lexie. She always wore the tiniest bit of lip gloss, drawing attention to her full, naturally rosy lips. He pictured those lips slipping over the head of his cock as her green eyes stared up at him. Damn, he wanted her before him, on her knees, right this very second. He wanted his cock hitting the back of her throat. The very thought of it made him jerk harder on his shaft, tugging, pulling, working it with his hand.
    He closed his eyes firmly, his thoughts consumed with Lexie. Envisioning her there, before him, eager for his cock was something he did often. Too often actually. It wasn’t healthy how much he thought about her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Each swipe of his cock, each pull, each tug, he saw her eyes looking up at him, felt her mouth in place of his hand. His balls tightened, drawing up as he jerked. Seed erupted from him, shooting out and over a nearby bush.
    Tyson exhaled slowly, his body shaking softly. He tucked his cock back into the front of his jeans and walked to the edge of the swimming hole. Bending, he rinsed his hands and then stood. He walked back near the tree branch holding his shirt and hat. He kicked off his boots and then started to work on his jeans. He had them just over his hips when he spotted movement to his right. As dark hair flashed, followed by a shit-assed grin, Tyson sighed and shook his head damn thankful he’d finished masturbating before the arrival of his friend.
    “You almost got a full-on view of my ass, dipshit,” he said with an annoyed breath.
    Jake Earhart stepped through the brush carrying a twelve pack of beer and came to a stop near Tyson. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen your sorry ass.”
    “Hey, my ass ain’t sorry.”
    Jake raked his gaze over him slowly. “I’ve seen better.”
    “Do not take it there,” warned Tyson, making Jake chuckle.
    They’d been friends since before Tyson could remember. He hiked up his pants. “How did you find me?”
    “Yeah, you’re real hard to locate after a hard day and runnin’ into Lexie,” said Jake sarcastically as he set the box of beer down and tore it open. He handed Tyson an ice cold one and then took one for himself. “For the record, you’ve been runnin’ to the lake every time your head gets twisted since you were six. It’s hardly a secret.”
    Tyson took a seat on the unforgiving ground and Jake