Page 13 of Saddle Studs (Rainbow Ranch #3)

BENNY

Sam was down to a sexy pair of black Armani briefs—damn him— before I could even blink. He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his briefs, head cocked as he looked inquisitively at me.

“Why are you still dressed?”

“Are we really doing this?” I asked, hesitant about going skinny dipping with the man I’ve been secretly drooling over for, well, years now.

“We don’t have to,” Sam said. His briefs were still on. Good. “It’s up to you.”

I looked behind him at the tranquil water reflecting diamond sparkles of sunlight. We’d waded into the creek hundreds of times before, but we always had our clothes on or had changed into swim trunks.

Then again, wouldn’t it be like going into a gym locker room? Just because I was sexually attracted to Sam didn’t make it impossible for us to hang out naked together… right? I didn’t expect to catch sight of his dick and transform into a cock-hungry monster.

Mainly because I was already a cock-hungry monster. So what could skinny dipping really hurt?

I glanced at my watch. “Fine,” I said. “But I’ve got to be back at the ranch in half an hour, so we can’t stay too long.” There, at least I put a time limit on our little naked shenanigans.

“Good with me.” Sam shot me a wink and dropped his briefs down to his ankles.

Holy shit, holy shit. Nope, this wasn’t a good idea.

Sam was hung like a fucking horse, and he was soft too.

Clearly he was a shower and not a grower, like I was.

He had the sexiest pair of legs that led up to that mouthful of his, crowned by a neatly trimmed bush of dark brown pubes.

The rest of him was equally mouthwatering.

He had a defined chest, a sexy stomach, a delicious looking happy trail.

Sam cleared his throat. He grinned at me before turning around, giving me a view of his perfectly round and juicy ass.

Jesus on a tractor trailer Almighty.

I tried to keep it cool and focus on undressing myself, but hit a road bump as my body started reacting to the sight of Sam’s naked form. I leaned on the tree and took my time taking off my boots, trying to will my dick to stop growing.

Think of cow manure. Think of grandmas. Think of pineapple on pizza.

Nothing worked. My dick was rock hard. How the hell was I going to take off my underwear and walk to the creek while I swung left and right at full-mast?

“You okay there?” Sam asked. He looked over his shoulder, already walking into the deeper part of the creek. The water lapped up at the back of his calves. For someone who had so many questions about himself, he was damn comfortable in his own skin.

That only made him even more attractive.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Just have to, uh, take this quick call.” I dug for my phone in my discarded jeans.

“You get cell service out here?”

Fuck. I was such a bad liar.

And my dick was still so damn hard.

“Hmm,” I said, looking perplexed at my phone as I flexed my thighs. I’d read somewhere once that it redirected blood flow away from my traitorous penis and would help with any unwanted erections. “Yeah, guess I was hearing things. No one’s calling.”

Sam had waded into the waist-deep section of the creek, but the crystal clear water did nothing to hide the tantalizing view.

Miraculously—and likely thanks to the thigh trick—my overly-excited dick started to soften.

After carefully folding my jeans and placing them on the tree, I felt comfortable enough to strip naked.

I pulled off my briefs without overthinking it and turned toward the creek.

Sam didn’t hide his… admiration? Felt weird to say about my straight ish friend, but he was definitely gawking, his eyes wide and thick brows raised as he looked me up and down.

Shit, I was about to start getting hard again.

I went straight for the water, nearly breaking out into a run.

I splashed into the fresh stream, the smooth rocks massaging the soles of my feet.

Sam managed to pry his eyes off me and leaned forward in the water so he could wet his hair.

He lifted and shook a trail of water just as I waded in front of him.

“Oh, sorry,” he said as I wiped my face.

“That’s fine.” I grinned at him. “Just means I have to get even.” I paid him back with a surprise splash.

He dodged backward, slipping and falling into the creek.

He got back up with a laugh and reared his arm back, sending it forward with what felt like a tidal wave.

I flopped to the side to try and dodge it but ended up completely submerging myself.

Water encased me. The sound of Sam’s laughter was muted, filtered, backed by the constant murmur of moving water. It was so peaceful.

And, beyond that, it was also the perfect way to get a good view of Sam from below the waist. Good thing my dad had taught me how to keep my eyes open underwater, although I’m sure he’d never thought I’d be using his lessons for this.

I broke the surface of the water. Sam wore a mischievous smirk as he took a wrestler’s stance—legs wide, arms out. Guess the games weren’t over.

“Remember when we had that water wrestling phase?” Sam said. He didn’t have to ask the question, I’d already been remembering that weekend we spent wrestling each other in this very creek.

“I can’t believe you made us both think water wrestling was the next big sport,” I said.

“Blame it on Kevin from geometry class. His dad worked in the WWE, of course I believed him.”

I rolled my eyes at that. “Kevin was a pathological liar, and his dad worked in WWE, as in Waste Water Engineering . He had nothing to do with the wrestling organization and everything to do with the pipes that carried all the bullshit Kevin spewed.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Damn, really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Oh… well, we’re still going to water wrestle. For old times.”

I didn’t even get a chance to protest. Sam launched forward, his powerful legs driving him up out of the water. His arms were encasing me, playfully pushing us both back into the water. I let myself fall, the two of us breaking the glass-like surface.

I rolled us under the water, a move I’d learned to do back when we were in high school and training for the non-existent WWE water wrestling Olympics. Sam’s hand reached for my leg but grabbed my ass instead. I—gently—pushed my leg between his and lifted us up out of the water.

His balls are on my thigh, holy crap, code red. Code fucking red.

He sucked in a breath of air, same as me, before he wrapped an arm around my neck and brought us both back under the water.

It was roughhousing like we’d done dozens of times before, except this time we were completely naked.

One of Sam’s maneuvers had him straddling my side, pushing his (absolutely huge and… holy shit, rock hard) dick against me.

Sam rolled me over under the water so that he was beneath me, his legs wrapped around mine and his arms locked around my chest. There was no hiding my erection now as the back of his leg brushed against it.

He let go. We got back onto our feet, slightly flushed, dripping wet, and clearly excited about the match.

This was… an interesting turn of events. “I think you win that round,” I said, proud I didn’t sound as flustered as I felt. The water licked at my stomach. Ripples from our match still echoed across the surface.

“Should we go for a second round?” Sam asked. But his eyes weren’t looking at my lips for an answer. They’d migrated south. And so had his hand.

This was moving fast.

Was it too fast?

I knew that by saying yes, a second round of wrestling likely wasn’t what was in the cards for us. But… fuck. I’d fallen down this rabbit hole before, and had gotten myself hurt once I smacked onto the bottom. It had taken me a long time to climb back up to the surface and dust myself off.

All it took was a grinning and naked Sam to present himself for me to dive head-first back into the same rabbit hole.

Would my fall be cushioned this time? Or was I fixin’ to slam back into the hard, cold, loveless ground?

Only one way to find out.

“Yeehaw,” I said before launching myself forward.