Page 79 of Rainbow Rodeo

“They stay with your mom?” Tank raised his eyebrows. “We should bring them.”

“Bring them?” He buried his face in Dodger’s fur, scratching hard. “Oh, I missed you guys.”

“On the road. They’re obviously well trained if your mom can just send them over. Oof.”

He looked up to see Roger push Tank right over and start licking him.

“He likes you….”

“He has good taste.” Tank laughed, which made Roger bark, so Dodger had to go see what was up.

He watched the tails go for a few minutes, and then he grabbed Tank’s hand.

Tank hauled himself up, but when Dalton would have pulled away, Tank swung him around, dancing him about. He laughed, two-stepping easily while the dogs wagged around.

“That’s it, baby. God, it’s good to hold you.”

He lifted his face for a kiss, a ball of pure joy in his belly.

Tank gave him the kiss he needed, lips soft but firm.

“Hey you.” God, he was home. Here. With Tank.

“Hey. The place looks amazing.”

“Wait until you see inside. It’s a good house.” He led Tank across the patio, tickled to see that Cousin Toy and his wife had been in to clean and doctor the pool.

“I can’t wait.” That big hand held his.

“This is the pool. We share it and the patio.” The back door was leaded glass with a lone star in the center, and it opened into a huge open space—kitchen, dining, and a big front room with cozy couches and places to play cards and shit.

“Lord, Dalton. You’ve done an amazing job.”

“It’s nice, huh. Media room and guest room is down the hall that way, and there’s an office and the master this way.” His media room was a thing of beauty. Dustin had the game room with the pool table.

“Damn.” Tank laughed, that sound burrowing deep into Dalton’s heart.

“What do you want to see first?”

“The bedroom.” Tank’s voice went down almost an octave, vibrated in his balls.

“I can do that.” He grabbed Tank’s hand and tugged. The bedroom was huge, taking up a third of the house with the en suite, the Texas king bed a thing of beauty.

“Shit. We may never leave here.”

“Mmm….” That would be a plan and a half. “Wanna feel my pillows?”

“And then some.”

“No boots on the bed.”

Tank dutifully sat to remove the boots he wore.

Dalton toed his boots off and tugged his T-shirt over his head before he crawled right up into Tank’s lap.

“Now, this is a great homecoming,” Tank said, grabbing his ass.

“Best ever.” He pressed into Tank’s hands, easy as you please.

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