Page 30 of Rainbow Rodeo

“It’s going to smell in here for forever, man.” Dalton was already on his knees when Tank tossed the towels. “Sorry.”

“Hey, not your fault.” It really wasn’t. “I should call down. If housekeeping comes and shampoos, it could help.”

“Sure. Sure, I’ll get this sopped up and move the cooler.”

“Cool.” He cast one regretful glance at Dalton’s wet jeans, but it wouldn’t be right not to give the hotel a chance to clean this up.

Dammit.

Still, that kiss liked to burn him up.

He wanted to do it again. And again. He called down to the front desk. “Hey, I’m so sorry, but we had an adult beverage spill up here.”

“Oh, no problem. Housekeeping will be right up.”

“Thanks so much.” He dug out his wallet to get a tip for whoever had to come up.

Dalton wandered by the door, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

He was just going to stroke out. No doubt about it. Damn it, why did Dalton have to be so fine. “You’re killing me, man.”

“Changing. My jeans are soaked.”

“I know. Sorry. Did you soak them out in the tub?”

“Yeah. We’re staying in, right? I can throw on some sweats?”

“We totally are. We got that pizza. Housekeeping is on the way up, so we’ll take beer outside.”

“Good deal.” Dalton tugged on his sweats, then started digging for a shirt.

Damn. He would mourn the loss of that tanned skin. “You can leave the shirt off, you know?”

“I can?” Dalton gave him a heated look. “Well, okay.”

His cock throbbed hard in his jeans. “Good.”

“You—” The knock on the door cut off Dalton’s words, and Tank went to answer the door while Dalton headed out to the balcony.

Tank grinned, because something was buzzing. Something was going to happen here, and he was into it.

“Hey, sorry. We had a beer bomb.” He grinned at the little lady who came with a cart and a shampooer.

“Happens all the time, honey. Don’t worry. We’ll deodorize.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna duck out to the patio.” He handed her the tip, just so she knew it was hers.

“Thanks!” The sound of the shampooer started up, and Dalton handed him a beer as he sat.

“Mmm. I do like a Fat Tire.” Not as much as a Shiner, but he would bet Dalton had gotten this for him.

“Yeah, I know.” Dalton leaned back, that six-pack evident.

“Well, I appreciate it, Dalton.” He stared right into those blue eyes.

Dalton swallowed, then licked his lips.

“I want to try that again, you know,” Tank said.

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