Page 109 of Rainbow Rodeo

He shook off those dark thoughts because Dalton didn’t deserve them.

Dalton deserved to fucking be rejoiced over, to let that need be adored. No one had ever wanted him like Dalton, had ever burned so hot.

And some asshole pushed it away? Lord.

Not him. No, he was a smarter man than that. Not to mention he loved a little slap and tickle. He loved to hear Dalton beg, loved the way Dalton took him.

He nipped at Dalton’s lower lip, letting it sting, letting Dalton know they were right there together. His lover jerked, hips bucking right into him.

“That feels so good, huh?” Tank smiled down, licking his own lips.

“Uh-huh. Need you like breathing.”

“You got me.” He worked at the buttons on Dalton’s shirt, hungry for skin, wanting access to those tiny nips.

Dalton rolled up to give him more access, and he stripped off the shirt so he could nuzzle at Dalton’s neck, collarbone, the hollow of his throat. Salty and just the barest bit smoky, Dalton was enough to make his eyes cross.

He needed more. Tank licked his way down, because those tight little brown nipples made him nuts.

Better than that, they made Dalton a little wild, primed the pump, so to speak. Twisting one between his fingers, he bent to kiss the other.

“Damn it. Tank. Please.”

Oh, and he hadn’t even bitten yet. Wait until he decided to really let Dalton have it.

“Patience, baby. I got you.”

“Never done this on the table.”

“No? Is that bad?” He didn’t want to make Dalton say ew.

“Hot. Naughty.”

Tank liked the way naughty sounded in Dalton’s voice. There was a dark thrill there, which he wanted to explore. Real bad.

Dalton reached up, stroked Tank’s lips.

“You want my mouth, huh, baby? Want me to bite?”

Dalton’s cheeks went bright, deep red. He nodded slowly, those blue eyes burning, even in the gloom since they hadn’t turned on the lights. They never left him, and he didn’t want to let Dalton down.

He dragged his tongue around the taut little bud, teasing them both.

Arching right up, Dalton moaned, hands on Tank’s hips. Dalton kept trying to pull them closer, but Tank was still teasing. Just a little.

“Mmm….”Damn, so fine.“You want better than anyone.”

“You make it so easy, Tank. I swear.”

“Good.” He leaned and bit down, tugging hard.

“Uhn!” Dalton panted, hips rocking.

Sweet man. God, Dalton creamed his butter. He nibbled and licked, knowing he was driving Dalton crazy. His lover was bucking and rocking, sliding on the table. He wanted Dalton shouting for him too. No hotel or trailer now. They could make all the noise they wanted.

He pinched and kissed, sucked and tugged and bit.

“Damn. Damn!” Dalton smacked his hip. “Damn it, Tank.”

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