Chapter 5: Mr. Cutter at Work and ManogamyFargo lapped at Chip’s tight stomach, drawing his tongue up and over the cowboy’s golden brown and hairy muscles, and his plump abs, one by one. The smell alone drove Fargo mad and weak on his knees. He became hypnotized by Chip’s masculine scent, which reminded him of rawhide leather and steaming hay. His lips dragged over one n****e and then the other. And once he had decided to take advantage of the moment and bite the tip of Chip’s left n****e, startling his new friend.
Chip left out a yelp of excitement and laughed. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”
Fargo thought he did. He hadn’t slept with a lot of men in his life, but he wasn’t so shabby at such a fun feat. To prove exactly what Chip had just asked him, he pushed off his kn
