Page 42 of Rainbow Rodeo

Chapter Thirteen

TANK DIDlove sleeping with someone.

He thought maybe that was why he and Buick had made it almost six months. Nothing so serious about it, but they’d sure liked to be close.

Dalton was a snuggler too, holding on to him, cheek on his shoulder. They were warm, the blankets wrapped up around them, and he didn’t want to move. The smell of them together was heady, and he inhaled deep.

Lord. He sent up a little prayer of thanks to God for letting him have this, at least for now.

Dalton snuggled in, mouth open on his chest, tongue sliding on his skin.

“Mmm. Morning.” He stroked that long back, fascinated by the soft skin.

“Mornin’.” Dalton arched, rolling against him in a slow, easy wave, just like riding.

Those hips gave him the best dreams the last few days.

“Good dreams?” he asked.

“Slept like a rock.”

“Me too. It was real nice in here.” He cupped one asscheek with his hand.

Dalton moaned for him and rocked into his thigh, needy as anything.

“Someone likes to use his morning wood,” Tank murmured. “Good thing I do too.” He shifted a few inches, and they were pressed together, dicks rubbing.

“Mm-hmm. That’s sweet.”

“Hell yes. So hot. Your skin, I mean.”

“Burning some for you.” Dalton licked his collarbone, the swipe blistering.

“It’s good to hear that, honey. You make me crazy.” He drove against Dalton, knowing this would go fast.

“Mm-hmm.” Dalton was right with him, right there.

He bent down and bit just under Dalton’s ear, the spot there calling to him.

“Fuck.” Dalton’s cry was shocked and wild, the heat that sprayed over his prick perfect.

Tank grunted, closing his eyes to thrust against Dalton a few more times. He came hard, panting, his whole body shaking.

“M-morning.” Dalton blinked at him, trying to focus.

“Good morning, honey. I like this waking up thing today.”

“Uh-huh. Me too, like whoa.”

“I bet.” He squeezed that hot ass. “Hiking today.”

“Yeah. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day.”

“Not too hot, but still sunny.” Tank stretched.

“Mm-hmm.” Dalton’s belly snarled and growled, and they both laughed. Someone was hungry.

“You want to save water and take a shower with me?” Tank asked it super casual, because he wanted Dalton to be able to be his own man and say no if he hated showering with someone or something.

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