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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“What if you decide Harmony isn’t for you and you want to sell?”

He rolled his eyes. “Those are big dreams, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m curious about things, other places, but this is my home, Vince. And even if that wasn’t the case, we’d figure it out then. I’m not letting anyone else have your garden.”

Vince chuckled.

“Say yes.”

“Jesus, you’re fucking sweet.” Vince grabbed Colby’s face with both hands. “Yes,” he said, then pressed his lips to Colby’s.

He ignored the way his heart sped up.

Ignored the electric current running through his body.

They were friends and nothing more.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Colby

The next few weeks got busy around Harmony.

At least, it did for Vince and Colby. Their days were spent working on the farm and in the orchards, working on the garden at home, and brewing beer. Colby’s new equipment had come in, and they’d started the remodel in his shop, getting it all cleaned up, organized, and Colby’s brewing operation going. The second batch had been even better than the first, and he currently had two different styles fermenting.

They dug up the grass and rototilled the land, mixing it with composite soil to get it ready for Vince’s garden, then got fruits and vegetables planted. Technically, this should have been done a little earlier in the year, but they would find a way to make it work. Colby wanted this for Vince, wanted him to have something at home that he loved, the way Colby had his beer. They also built a protective fence around the planting area to keep it safe from animals.

It had been hard work, and they hardly had any downtime, but Colby loved it, loved his life in a way he couldn’t ever remember loving it before. It felt…right. Like even though he was still in Harmony and still working at Covington Acres, he had some things in his world that were just for him. It wasn’t perfect. His mama still asked him about dating and still watched him with Vince as if wondering if something was going on with them, and random people around town would ask him when he was getting married or if he’d give his parents more grandbabies, but he could handle that.

Dennis still gave him shit about growing up and settling down, but Colby just blew him off. He might not be dating Vince, but they had what was probably the most real relationship Colby had ever had. He had Vince and his beer, and those two things were important to him.

And there was something exciting about no one knowing his secret except Vince. There were so many things the two of them shared, so many things he made Colby feel, that sometimes he couldn’t wrap his head around what it all meant, so he usually tried not to think about it.

“Mmm. Mornin’.” Vince rolled toward him, wrapping an arm around Colby’s waist. He’d been lying there thinking while Vince was still sleeping. They were off at the farm today and would be heading to Roe and Holden’s for a barbecue.

“Good morning,” Colby replied, trying to get his mind off his thoughts from just moments ago, but it was hard when he couldn’t help but notice how content he felt. It was a stark contrast to how unsettled he’d been before. Really, it didn’t make much sense. He still didn’t have any more experiences than before—well, other than the beer and being with a man, and it helped knowing they had trips planned. Plus, he thought a lot of it came simply from his friendship with Vince. “Cereal for breakfast?” He nuzzled Vince’s throat. “Please.”

“You can’t bribe me into saying yes by distracting me with that sexy body and delicious mouth of yours.”

Colby grinned into Vince’s skin. Why was it so easy for Vince to make him happy? To have fun with Vince? “Oh, I think I can,” Colby replied before lashing his tongue against Vince’s collarbone. He trailed his hand down Vince’s body, wrapping a fist around his hard shaft and giving it a slow stroke.

“Fucker. You don’t play fair,” Vince said, throaty and arching toward Colby.

“I’ll blow you for Fruity Pebbles.” He used his teeth to nip at Vince. He could have cereal if he wanted, obviously, but this was a fun game. He liked that Vince seemed to want to take care of him in some ways, that he liked cooking breakfast for Colby and that they could barter for Colby’s daily sugar rush.

“I think my dick is a much better way to keep your mouth busy than your fake food.”

He chuckled, kissing his way down Vince’s body. “It’s real food, asshole. But this works for both of us. I’ll get my protein from you, and then I’ll wash it down with something sweet.” He dipped his tongue into Vince’s belly button.


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