13 Chapter 13

Lucas tried not to stare at the skin that peeked out as Caleb’s shirt rode up. Tight, muscled skin that looked damned sexy. He glimpsed a line of hair that disappeared into Caleb’s waistband and he licked his lips. He nearly groaned when Caleb stopped stretching, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the man’s body. His gaze traveled to Caleb’s fly and he swore he saw a bulge under that zipper. God, he wanted to slowly pull down that zipper, take Caleb into his mouth, and taste him.

“See something, Lucas?” Caleb asked, his voice husky.

Lucas lurched back and realized he’d been caught staring. His face heated and he couldn’t meet Caleb’s eyes. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention. Just…well, why did you stop the game?”

Caleb’s eyes twinkled like he knew exactly to what Lucas had been paying attention, but thankfully he didn’t bring it up. “I was getting hungry. Want a turkey sandwich? Some potato salad?”