“Told you,” Xavier said with a smirk, gesturing at my underwear. “Gray boxer briefs.”
“Just get this over with,” I muttered.
He knelt down in front of me, and that was somehow worse. His face was level with my dick, and I had to think about crime statistics and Mrs. Henderson’s yappy dog and literally anything else to keep my distracted. It didn’t work though because I felt the fabric of my boxer briefs growing tighter. It was only then that I started to truly panic.
“Step out a bit,” he instructed, tapping my ankle. “I need to get the inseam.”
I widened my stance, and he ran the tape up the inside of my leg with agonizing slowness. His knuckles brushed against my inner thigh, and I felt my cock twitch in response. No. Absolutely not. I couldnotget hard while Xavier Hart measured me for a suit.
“You okay up there, Sheriff?” he asked, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. “You’re very tense.”
“I’m fine,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Mm-hmm.” He switched to my other leg, repeating the process. “You know, most people relax when they’re getting fitted. This isn’t a medical exam.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I muttered.
And then, to my absolute horror, he looked up and the tip of my mostly hard dick booped him right on the fucking nose.
I could’ve died on the spot.
Xavier’s eyes went wide, and for once in his life, he seemed completely speechless. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again like a fish gasping for air. The measuring tape slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud.
I wanted to spontaneously combust. Or maybe run out of the room and never come back. Instead, I just stood there frozen, my half-hard dick still pointing directly at his face while my brain screamed at me to do literally anything other than stand there like a statue.
“I—” I started, but no other words would come out. What was I supposed to say? Sorry my dick just assaulted your nose? My bad, didn’t mean to basically teabag you while you were trying to do your job?
Xavier sat back on his heels, blinking up at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Shock? Amusement? Horror? Maybe all three at once. A flush had crept up his neck and into his cheeks, and I realized with a jolt that he was blushing. Xavier Hart, the man who wore crop tops that said “Slut” in glitter, was actually blushing.
“Well,” he said finally, his voice coming out slightly higher than normal. He cleared his throat. “That’s... that’s a first.”
“I’m sorry,” I managed to choke out, my face burning so hot I was surprised my skin wasn’t literally melting off my skull. I turned around, grabbing my pants and forcing them on. “I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t trying to?—”
“It’s fine,” he said quickly, scrambling to his feet and putting some distance between us. “It’s totally fine. These things happen. Bodies react. It’s natural. Completely natural.”
But it definitely wasn’t fine. I didn’t want him to know that he had an effect on me. And now… there was no way to hide it.
I buttoned my pants, slipped on my boots, and grabbed my shirt before heading to the door.
“Wait, I still need to—” Xavier started.
But I was already out the door and practically running out of the house. Even when I realized I’d have to walk all the way back to Sagebrush, I didn’t stop. I was too embarrassed, too mortified, and far too turned on to go back.
If I spent another moment with Xavier, I wouldn’t be able to resist him any longer. And that was unacceptable.
Chapter 8
Marcus
Iwasn’t sure how long I’d been walking. My pant legs were scrunched up around the tops of my boots, my shirt was over my shoulder, and the sweat was beading on my skin as the Texas sun beat down on me. Already my feet hurt from the rigid pavement, but I didn’t care. I needed to put as much space between me and Xavier as I could.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My dick had literally booped him on the nose. On. The. Nose. Like some kind of demented game of sexual whack-a-mole that nobody asked for.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, squinting against the harsh afternoon sun. The heat was oppressive, but it was nothing compared to the burning humiliation still coursing through my veins. At least out here on this empty stretch of road, there was nobody to witness my shame. Just me, the asphalt, and the occasional buzzard circling overhead like they were waiting for me to keel over.
Maybe I should just let them have me. It’d be less painful than facing Xavier again.
My phone buzzed in my pocket for what had to be the tenth time since I’d fled the ranch. I didn’t need to look to know itwas probably him. Or Lucas. Or hell, maybe even Beau by now, wondering why the sheriff had sprinted out of their house half-dressed like his ass was on fire.
