Chapter 6: What a Cowboy Shouldn't Touch
Pax moved fast, grabbing my belt buckle and pulling me toward him. I stumbled forward with a grunt. Before I knew what was happening, he’d undone my somewhat loose belt and was unfastening my jeans, heading south.
“Pax?” I whispered, startled by his abruptness and starting to become aroused.
“I’ll play nice,” he said, and then he drew close and started to touch what a cowboy shouldn’t. His fingers found their way through my pubic triangle to brush my hardening d**k. His fingers wrapped my swollen flag and gave my meat a gentle squeeze.
Dizziness. I swayed and my knees almost buckled, but I didn’t fall. I found the strength to keep my balance. “Pax,” I whispered his name again, blown away by his action, caught completely off guard.
“What?” he
