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snapped and landed somewhere around them. Laird didn't release Race from his stare even as he pushed the shirt down Race's arms, released his hair and wrapped his hand around Race's back, pressing the palm to the cowboy's back. Licking his lips, Laird finally looked down to Race's chest and saw precisely what he wanted. Both the cowboy's now hardened nipples were pierced and wearing silver. He licked his lips, grabbed Race's shoulder, and pushed slightly.
    Rising slowly, he took in Race's body, noting the necklace around his muscular neck; it was a black string with a shark's tooth and the letter S as the pendants.
    Looking downward, his eyes fell to the tattoos decorating Race's chest and arm. On the left side was a tattoo of a very pissed off tiger, and on his arm was a strange looking tribal tattoo. Moaning in rabid satisfaction, Laird wrapped his arms around Race's hips, hunched down slightly, and pulled the first bud into his mouth. Race hissed. Laird swirled his tongue over the nipple, hooking his teeth into the silver piece of jewelry and pulling slightly.
    "Shit!" Race growled, tugging on Laird's hair. "Pull it harder!"
    Laird did as he was ordered and Race shivered
    beneath his body. Releasing the small, silver bar, he sucked the abused nipple while lifting his hand to the other and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. His free hand was yanking at the button on the front of Race's pants. Race pushed him away and backed up. Laird growled and
    attacked. He moved swiftly across the space, wrapping his arm around the back of Race's neck to take his lips. Race smirked and tried shoving him away again and together they sailed across the room and crashed into the dresser. A bottle of cologne slipped off and smashed to the floor.
    Laird didn't so much as look down. They were moving again as Race struggled with him. Once more they crashed into the dresser and the other bottles there rattled. They spun around until Laird was against the dresser, pinching one of Race's nipples harder and harder.
    Race's head fell backward, hair spilling beautifully over his back, but Laird didn't let him stay like that too long before the nipple was bathed by Laird's tongue again.
    "Damn," Race swore, burying his fingers into Laird's hair and pushing his nipple deeper into Laird's mouth. "So damn good…"
    "Was this what you wanted?" Laird asked then grazed the nipple with his teeth. "Is this how you like it, Race?"
    Race grunted and slipped away from Laird. He
    backed across the room, fire blazing in his eyes. Laird unbuttoned his shirt and shoved it from his shoulders. He trailed a hand over his chest and rippled abs then sank his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. He saw Race's body change and knew the cowboy liked what he was seeing. Ever so slowly, he undid his belt then the button and pulled the zipper down. With his pants and boxers around his ankles he stepped away, pulled his arousal in a tight fist, and jerked himself slowly.
    "Laird?" Winston hollered from the other side of the door.
    "Go away!" Race replied, eyeing Laird's cock like his next meal.
    "Is everything okay?" Winston called instead.
    "I swear, Winston," Laird called. "Go away!"
    There was a soft chuckle from the other side of the door before it seemed Winston left. Laird went back to taking great pleasure in watching Race's eyes change colors until the cowboy let his head fall and his hair spilled into his face. Laird moaned and let his own head fall back and his eyes drift closed. That was when Race made his move.
    He was behind Laird, with one hand around Laird's hip and the other hand against Laird's back guiding him to the bed.
    Once there, Laird felt himself fall forward, bouncing slightly on the bed before Race's hands were clawing at his cheeks and pulling them apart. Laird struggled to get away but couldn't before Race's long, wet tongue snaked between his cheeks and impaled him.
    "Fuck!" he swore, reaching back and clutching the back of Race's