Russ
What the hell just happened?
I was sitting in bed, fifteen minutes after Bulldog had run out with his tail between his legs and spouting something about…well, I hardly knew. He seemed scared, though, and that wasn’t the Bulldog I had become intimately acquainted with.
And if I ever met the man who’d cheated on him and screwed him up so bad he was scared to feel something beyond friendship for another, whether or not it would last, I’d beat the man to a pulp.
I looked down at my d**k, still hard and aching with thoughts of Bulldog. I could finish myself off, or go find a certain skittish sheriff and take him for a ride instead, after we had a little talk. Because I’d become addicted to his ass and his mouth, and the way he mewled like a s*x kitten when I sucked his balls.
He was f
