Page 80 of Rainbow Rodeo

“Yeah?” Tank’s smile widened. “Good.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned down, brushed their lips together, once, twice, then deepening the kiss.

Tank made this amazing noise, half laugh and half groan. Those hands squeezed his ass, Tank giving him some pressure.

He hadn’t had a man here since Rocket, and there wasn’t any room for that memory here. Tank took all that space up in his mind.

Tank’s hands slipped up his back, leaning him some, lips sliding down his chest toward his nipples.

Dalton arched up, trying to get closer. He needed Tank’s mouth on him.

“Mmm. Love how you want me. Such a pretty man.”

He didn’t know about that, but he knew he ached, knew his nipples were tight and hard. He pushed his hand into Tank’s hair, trying to get Tank to lick or suck. Something. Anything.

Tank moved down, lips wrapping around Dalton’s nipple. Finally.

“Yes. Yes, that’s what I need. Fuck….” That had promise.

“Mm-hmm.” Tank flicked the bit of flesh with his tongue, sending a wee bitty shock down to his balls. He shook, spreading his legs to give everything more room. Tank wasn’t gonna let him fall. The hands at his back were hard and hot, solid as stone.

He held on, sliding his hands to Tank’s upper arms where he could get a good grip.

“Mmm.” The suction continued, growing stronger, more fierce. Then Tank bit down, the sting running right up to his brain.

He barked out a cry, one hand finding the back of Tank’s head, encouraging him to stay there, do it again.

Tank didn’t let him down. Hell, his nipple would be swollen and sore before Tank got done with him. The sounds that Tank made proved they were together, they were both flying with this.

The noises echoed against his skin, giving him another layer of sensation.

“Don’t stop, Tank. Please. I need you.” It felt so fucking… dirty and wild to be able to say those things.

“Nope. Not stopping.” Tank winked up at him before switching to the other side. He arched, his heart slamming, the world swinging in a slow arc.

Tank shifted some, using one arm like an iron band across his back so the other hand could slide over skin.

He sighed, the sound hiccupping from him. A fire was lit in his heart, in the pit of his belly.

Tank moved back up to his neck, licking at the spot he thought of as Tank’s now. There was a mark there, tender and sensitive as fuck. Tank sucked at it, making it throb.

“Tank. Damn.” He lifted his chin, giving Tank more room.

“I love this spot. It just calls to me.” Tank bit down again.

“It’s yours.”

“It is.” Tank gave him that happy, just-for-him laugh.

He needed some skin of his own, tugging at Tank’s shirt.

Tank backed up to let him get the shirt off. He tightened up his thighs to hang on so Tank could free his arms.

“Fucking strong. I can tell you ride for a living, baby.”

“Mm-hmm. This is just as good.”

“Oh, high praise from the pick-up man.”

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