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Fabric fluttered to the floor,and I glared at Tex as he dropped his clothes carelessly. His fingers hovered over the button of his jeans.

“What?”

I looked from him to the mess he was creating. Tex rolled his eyes.

“Really?” He yanked them up and looked around before tossing them onto the single couch.

“No.”

“What do you want me to do? Hang them up?” Tex sounded exasperated.

“The closet is through those doors on the left.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Hurry up,” was all I said.

Tex stared at me for another second before he yanked his stuff up and made his way to the bedroom. I let him go alone, knowing there was nothing there.

I sipped the gin in my cup, listening out for Tex. He was taking longer than necessary, but he was no doubt looking for something.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Tex emerged from the room half-hard and fully naked. I’d been right. His body was magnificent. His chest was huge and looked good enough to bite. Varying tattoos littered his torso, none of them standing out to me. However, I committed every single one of them to memory.

His dusky-colored nipples were pierced with black bars. I’d been hoping they were and was glad to see that was the case. All he needed now was matching bars through his cock and lining his taint.

“You’re still dressed,” Tex pointed out.

“Good observation skills. You should be a detective,” I said.

Tex flinched but quickly covered it up as he moved closer to me. So adorable.

“Turn around,” I said.

Tex rolled his eyes, but his cock jumped at my command. He turned around, and I took in every detail, mapping it all to memory.

What the fuck is that?

A poorly drawn duck with a cowboy hat on holding a gun was tattooed on his right ass cheek.

“You like it?” Tex asked with a smirk.

“Hardly.”

He laughed. “I can tell by your face.” Tex shrugged. “I was fifteen, and my friend was an aspiring tattoo artist. You know how it is. Reckless teens.”

“Not at all.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Hands and knees.”

Tex’s mouth fell open, and I waited him out. He shook his head, seemingly making up his mind as he sauntered over.Tex lowered himself in front of me, his gaze unwavering as he got on his hands and knees.

“Turn around.”

I was once again faced with that horrid tattoo, but the rest of Tax made up for it. The knife hidden under my pant leg was sharp enough to skin the blemish off in one swipe. It would be nothing more than a small nick.

I rolled my shoulders back as I forced the thought to the furthest part of my mind, focusing on Tex for now. I coated my fingers in lube, pressed one against his hole and worked it in. “Stay still,” I warned as Tex tried to take more of my finger into his hot body.

A visible shudder wrecked Tex’s body. “You’re gentler than I thought.”