“You dropped Tex on his head a month ago when you were trying to do that standing sixty-nine,” Judge grumped from the other end of the table. “Snakelet was fine, and he shouldn’t suck so good if he didn’t want me to lose control of my muscles.” Tex grinned, totally fine despite the rather large egg he’d been sporting for a week after. For all his bravado, X had babied him like he had actually been in mortal peril.
