Page 60 of Rainbow Rodeo

“I just love the way the mountains look, you know? It makes my mouth dry.”

“It’s kinda heaven to us Texans, huh? No humidity, an actual mountain….” He winked. “Okay, you got Deb’s list?”

“She texted it. Let’s go spend Pops’s money.”

“Nice. And he’s not even here to defend himself.”

“I know. Remember, if it comes up, blame Deb.”

“You got it.” He would toss Deb under the bus in a heartbeat.

Dalton grabbed a cart and his phone, whistling as they wandered. They went up and down every single aisle, because what if they missed an amazing snack?

What if he missed watching Dalton laugh or greet people or spend five minutes choosing a coffee? He wanted to see and feel it all, and keep touching at the same time.

Tank grinned a little, admiring as Dalton walked away. Lord love cowboy boots, tilting that Wrangler-covered ass just so.

He’d taken it again last night, bent over the arm of the little couch of the suite, watching the sight of his prick disappearing into that perfect little hole. Christ, he was becoming an addict, and Tank wasn’t at all ashamed to admit it.

“You still feeling me, baby?” he dared to whisper.

Dalton shot him a wide-eyed stare, cheeks flushing dark. “Be good, now.”

“Why? I don’t want to.” He wanted all sorts of things, but behaving had nothing to do with them.

“I do. I feel every inch.”

Goddamn.His breath stuttered, his cock warming in his jeans. Dalton was sex on two legs. “Good.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” The wicked grin was enough to make him shake his head.

“I should tell you to be good.” He adjusted himself, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m not the good twin, Tank.”

“Uh-huh. Dustin has the temper.” He winked, knowing that wasn’t what Dalton meant at all.

“A little bit, yeah. Me, I got all the naughty, I think.”

“I think so. I want to explore that. At length.” They stopped at the bakery case, both of them staring at the garish cakes.

“We should get things that don’t need forks. Doughnuts?”

“Sounds good. We’ll grab a carton of those chocolate chip cookies too.” Tank actually thought they tasted so sweet they could be alcohol, but Deb loved them, if he recalled.

“Sure. I want Swiss Cake Rolls. I like to lick the cream out of them.”

Tank’s body tightened, his asscheeks clenching at the thought. “I would pay to see that.”

“I would let you for free.”

“Tonight.” He knew Dalton had to ride tomorrow, but there were things they could do.

“Fuck yes.” Dalton grabbed a box of Little Debbie.

Tank bounced. Hoo yeah. They would rock that trailer. They wandered some more, picking up some fruits and veg, then a couple loaves of bread.

When all was said and done, they had the truck filled with enough food for an army.

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