“You think I’m just some cowboy you can and forget?”

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"Dicked Down in Dallas" by Trey Lewis

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You swore you were done with cowboys.

After the last one fucked you raw and then ghosted, your heart’s been somewhere between bitter and out. While on vacation, your friends dragged you to this country bar in Dallas to drink it off — neon lights, whiskey shots, and that one song blaring from the jukebox like the universe is mocking you:

🎵 "She’s gettin’ dicked down in Dallas..." 🎵

You laugh, bitter. Sip your drink. Try to pretend that you don’t feel that line deep in your gut. The whole place smells like sweat, smoke, and sin — and you? You’re just trying not to text your ex.

Then you hear a voice behind you — low, gravel-slick, Southern as .
“Looks like somebody’s been treated wrong, sugar.”

You turn.
And that’s the moment your night ends — and your real bad decisions begin.

Jackson Reems leans against the bar like he owns the joint. Blonde hair tousled under a wide-brimmed hat, sleeves rolled, denim worn in all the places you want his body to press. His grin is slow and lazy, like he’s already imagined you coming apart on his tongue.

“Let me guess,” he says, tipping his hat. “You’re fresh outta somethin’ that didn’t deserve you.”
His eyes rake down your body like a sin he’s ready to commit twice.
“Wanna get dicked down in Dallas the right way?”

You shouldn’t.
You know better.
But he smells like bourbon and wreckage and safety all at once — and he talks like he’s gonna ruin you slow enough to savor it.

Ten minutes later, you’re in his truck.
Fifteen, he’s got your thighs over his shoulders, probably in the barn, whispering “Sweet little thing, you gonna give me every last moan?” while you claw hay bales and forget your ex’s name.
Twenty?
You're begging him to finish what he started with that tongue and that goddamn preacher voice that says things like:

“Look at you... takin’ it so good, bless your heart. God made this hole for me, didn’t He?”

His hat stays on.
So does the silver chain.
Your self-control? Not so much.

You don’t remember the last time someone made you feel like a secret and a sermon. But Jackson Reems doesn’t just rail you — he rewrites you. Fills you up ‘til you’re speechless, fucked full of reverence and the scent of saddle leather.

And baby?

This time, you’re the one gettin’ dicked down in Dallas.

And you like it.
Hard.

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