Covington Acres (Briar County #4) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Briar County Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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“Just how I like it,” Vince flirted. It was just his way.

It was Friday, the night Colby would be going to his first gay bar, and he was nervous. Logically, he knew there really wasn’t a reason to be. A bar was a bar. It wasn’t as if he thought a stampede of gay men would head right for him, flirting with him and hitting on him. He wasn’t anything special. Plus, he wasn’t the kind of guy who cared about stuff like that. Vince flirted with him all the time, and it was fun, made him feel good about himself, even though it was annoying when he blushed. He still couldn’t say why he did that. Maybe just because having a man flirt with him was new, even if it was all in good fun.

But outside of the nerves, another part of him was excited about tonight. When in his life would he have gone to a gay bar if it wasn’t with Vince? It wasn’t something Roe would ask him to do, if for no other reason than thinking Colby wouldn’t be interested.

At the knock on his bedroom door, Colby looked up. It wasn’t fully closed, open just a crack, but still Vince waited for him to say, “Come in,” before he did.

“Which shirt looks better on me?” He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a light-blue T-shirt. It stretched tight across his broad chest and muscular arms. He kept in good shape. There was a tattoo on his right arm, which was the only one Colby had seen.

Vince held out his arms while Colby took him in. This wasn’t a question any of his other friends had asked him, and he wasn’t sure he’d be the best at giving advice. “My wardrobe consists of work jeans, one decent pair of pants that I’m wearing tonight, and the button-up shirt I wear to church when my parents ask me to go, which also happens to be the shirt I’m wearing tonight. I’m not sure you should take my advice.”

“That shirt?” Vince asked.

Colby looked down. “What’s wrong with this shirt?” It was a long-sleeved, nice, white shirt.

“Nothing if you’re going to church. You can borrow something of mine. And I trust your judgment, though I question why.” He grabbed the edge of the blue T-shirt, and Colby wondered why none of his tees looked as nice as Vince’s. Calling them tees felt like an understatement.

When he pulled it off, Colby couldn’t help realize that now Vince was in nothing but his underwear. Colby noticed his six-pack…and the huge bulge beneath the fabric of his underwear. His gaze darted away.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Vince pulled on the light-green shirt he’d carried in with him. It was a seafoam color that was actually Colby’s favorite. “Let me go get some jeans on.”

“You’re fine.”

Vince cocked a brow.

“Not fine as in hot. I mean you’re good. You don’t have to put jeans on for me.” Why should it matter?

“So…I’m not hot?” Vince teased.

“You’re a dick is what you are,” Colby joked back. “I want you to be comfortable in your home. You don’t have to second-guess things because I’m not queer. It just took me by surprise because I’m not used to it, but you don’t make me uncomfortable.” The opposite, to be honest. Sure, these situations were different, and Colby was still trying to wrap his head around them, but he liked Vince. Clicked with him. Vince didn’t treat him like the baby Covington brother that was just kinda there and didn’t have any real use.

“Straight guys are so boring. I can’t believe you don’t hang out in your underwear together.” He winked so Colby knew he was just having some fun.

“I did jerk off in the same room with a buddy in high school,” Colby admitted. They’d never talked about it again, and Colby hadn’t ever told anyone else about it. Why he was telling Vince was a mystery.

“Damn, check you out. You make Daddy Vince so proud.”

Colby snorted out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Which shirt do you like better?”

He studied the green against Vince’s chestnut skin. It looked good on him, maybe a little tighter than the first one too. It also had a V-neck, and he could see more of Vince’s chest and the muscles there. “The green one. Definitely.”

“Great. Then you’re wearing this one.” He tossed the blue shirt over, and Colby caught it. “Meet you in the living room.”

Colby stared at the shirt. He could smell Vince’s cologne on it, something dark and spicy. He pulled it on, the scent even stronger now, then looked at himself in the mirror. It was tight on him too. Colby had never worn a shirt that wasn’t loose-fitting. Did Vince not know his damn size?



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