Page 53 of Rainbow Rodeo

“Okay. I just think he’s stalkery. If you need me to beat him down, I got this.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather forget he exists altogether.”

“Done.” Tank pulled him in to kiss him, which was way better than worrying about Rocket.

Oh. Oh, hell yes.He moaned, hand flat on Tank’s belly. He opened up so Tank could taste him.

His eyes rolled back in his head as Tank devoured him, just kissing him so hard he forgot to breathe. Everything else flew right out the window, because Tank was so hot, so needy.

He’d never once felt so wanted, and he was all over that. He’d been craving Tank’s touch for so long. Dalton didn’t want to think too hard on why Tank was reciprocating now. He was just thankful.

He could worry on a day where he wasn’t fixin’ to ride Tank into the ground.

Tank plucked at his shirt, trying to work the buttons. He helped, dragging his shirt from his jeans. He wanted Tank to see him, and touch him.

“Love how you need,” Tank muttered. “So eager.”

“Always wanted you.”

Tank stroked his cheek. “I’m glad I came back.”

“Me too.” God, he felt so… vulnerable.

“Come on, honey. Bed?”

“Hell yeah.” He didn’t even hesitate.

They tumbled into Tank’s part of the suite. The bed was all made up, so they had to rip the covers off, which was like a movie or something.

They took their boots off before tackling each other. Dalton landed under Tank on the bed, his breath whooshing out.

His shirt went flying, and he grabbed the back of Tank’s button-down in response. When he yanked, he heard buttons pop off and land God knew where.

Oops.

He’d buy Tank another shirt. No problem.

He grinned, because he had skin to touch now, and he rubbed his way down Tank’s back as far as he could reach. He moaned softly, letting his fingertips dig in.

“Mmm. That feels real good, honey.”

“Good. You make me ache.”

“Do I?” Tank burrowed into his jeans, popping the button and working the zipper.

“Yes.”To everything. Just yes.

“Uh-huh.” Tank got his jeans pulled down some, got his cock out.

Dalton ached, spread, hips pumping up so Tank could touch.

“So hot, your skin.” Tank’s fingers had the best calluses.

He leaned up, lips on Tank’s ear, feeling just about daring. “I’m going to ride you into the ground.”

“Promise?” Tank jerked against him, those hard muscles quivering.

“Yessir. You got my word.”

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