Chapter Eleven

 

 

TANK HAULED his duffel into the hotel room, grinning from ear to ear. Thank God they had a suite he could upgrade to or he’d have been caught out a liar. Dalton wasn’t there yet, so he got to choose which bed he wanted, and he took the room with the fridge, darn it.

He stuffed the pizza boxes into the fridge before sitting so he could ease off his boots. His ankle was a tiny bit swollen.

He couldn’t believe Dalton had said yes. That Dalton was coming up here for damn near a week. His cock hardened, and since there wasn’t anyone there to see, he dropped down a hand and rubbed at it.

He wanted nothing more than to sink himself balls-deep in Dalton’s tight little cowboy butt, hear that voice calling his name.

Lord. His knees went weak, and Tank staggered to the bed, tearing at the button of his Wranglers. He knew Dalton would be tight and sweet, little ring of muscles clinging to his cock.

He got his cock in hand and began jerking, his belly hard as a board. He wondered if Dalton would get himself ready, if he’d let Tank watch as he slicked himself up. He could see that. He watched Dalton eat a lot. The man was a sensualist. Dalton enjoyed every bite, every ride, every fistfight.

Tank moaned, the sound loud and shocking in the silence. He hadn’t even turned on the damn air yet.

Later. In a minute. It wouldn’t take long. He closed his eyes, letting himself imagine Dalton’s mouth parting around his cock. The wet, slick sounds would make him fight not to come, his balls aching.

He wanted to see that, wanted to see those eyes on him as Dalton sucked.

Tank really just wanted to know that Dalton still needed him, still longed for him. He reached down with his free hand, pushing his jeans away so he could get between his asscheeks.

Fuck. Fuck, he needed…. One finger scraped into him and he bit out a cry. All he needed was Dalton. Those eyes staring into him. That lean, tanned—

“Uhn.” Tank came hard, his seed splashing his belly, his wrist.

Oh. Oh fuck yeah. That was it. That would give him what he needed for now.

Of course, this had to be his room now. It smelled like spunk. Tank got to laughing about that, just whooping.

His phone beeped just about then, and he started flailing, looking for a hand towel, tissue, something. Shit. He ran to the bath, clicking his phone anyway. “Hello?”

“Hey, man. I’m here. What room?”

“Two-forty.” He tried to catch his breath. “I got an extra key when you get up here.”

“Sure. Do you know if I can park my trailer, or do I need to find a place for it?”

“You can park it in the upper lot. Let me bring your key down. You’ll need it for the gate.”

“Good deal. I’m parked out along the back.”

“Be right there.” He hung up so he could set his phone aside, then washed up. Dick tucked away, pants fastened. Right. He wiped off his phone, then tossed the towel deep under the sink. He grabbed the room keys, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. Good deal.

God, maybe this would be it, his chance to let Dalton know he wanted.

Tank sure as hell hoped so. A man had to take his chances or risk never knowing.

Never knowing wasn’t how Tank lived his life.

Dalton waved to him as he came out, and he hopped into the passenger seat. “I’ll help you bring your stuff.”

“I stopped and got Cokes and snacks and some beer.”

“I like beer.” He liked Cokes too. “I got some chips and a bottle of salsa, and those pizzas are in the fridge.”

“Good deal. It was a pretty drive through the canyon, huh?”

“Hell, yeah. The weather is amazing.” He almost reached out to touch, but stopped himself. His fantasies were not his reality.

“It is.” Dalton parked the trailer, then grabbed a couple of bags from the back seat of his truck. “We just need the cooler.”

“Got it.” He grabbed the cooler and hauled it out so he could lead the way back down to the hotel.

“Thanks, man. For the invite and the carry.”

“Not a problem at all. So you had a good drive over. Did you get your fancy coffee?”

“You know it. After that lunch, I needed something to keep my happy ass awake.”

“I rolled down the windows for a while,” Tank admitted. “Let the wind howl in the cab.”

“There you go. Whatever does it.”

They got to the suite, and he set the cooler on the floor so he could open the door. “Ta-da. I took the bedroom toward the back.”

“Sure. You need to let me know what I owe you for the room.”

“We’ll sort it out once they shove it under the door, huh?” He grinned. “Come see the patio.”

Dalton put his bags down and nodded. “Lead the way, MacDuff.”

He led Dalton through his room, out to the really spacious patio with chairs and a table and a great view.

“Oh man. This is nice. Seriously.” Dalton grabbed a chair and plopped down.

“The breeze is amazing,” Tank agreed, his butt hitting the other chair. “I’m real glad you came.”

“Yeah. Me too. I haven’t been here in forever.”

“Been a while for me too.” He hadn’t had any time off at the big show.

“Yeah. They work y’all hard. You got yourself a fan club and everything, huh?”

“Yeah. A Twitter.” Tank scoffed a little. “Ain’t much like me.”

“It’s the way you make money these days, or so Dustin tells me.”

“I just post what the sponsors tell me to.” He shrugged. All of that crap made him feel like a sellout, kinda.

“Yeah. Lots of the guys have to do that. Thank God I’m just the safety man and the glad-hander.”

“Shit, Dalton, you’re gonna own it one day.”

“Me and Bubba and Deb. I ain’t interested in going it alone.”

“No, I know.” Tank loved that about the whole Jakoby clan. “I just don’t have a lot of folks anymore, not that claim me. I tend to talk in singles.”

“Well, you’ll always have a place with us. Always.”

“Thank you.” He grinned over, soaking in the sight of that lean, tanned man in a gimme cap and a little too-tight T-shirt.

“Oh, I could just sit out here for eons. Magic.”

“It is.” He leaned his head back, because his momma had taught him staring was rude, bless her heart.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before Dalton was moving, wandering around. That man couldn’t stay still, and Tank was hoping he would get to watch.

Dalton stretched up tall, his back popping, and Tank got a nice, slow look at heaven. That flat belly peeped out when Dalton’s T-shirt rode up, and he was damn glad he’d whacked off, because he could so lean forward and lick that sweet little line.

When he glanced back up, Dalton was watching him, lips open a tiny bit. His cheeks heated, his heartbeat picking up.

He didn’t shy away, though. He knew what he wanted. He wasn’t a kid, and more importantly, neither was Dalton. He just looked right into those blue eyes and let Dalton see everything he was thinking.

Dalton swallowed hard. “Tank? What… what’s up?”

“You’re damn pretty, Dalton. I’m sure glad you grew up while I was gone.”

Dalton tilted his head. “Is this some sort of… I mean, seriously?”

“I ain’t playing with you.” Tank shrugged. “I don’t know what it means, but you’re doing it for me.”

“Huh. You want a beer? I think I need one.”

“Yeah. I would love one.” He didn’t push it. His body wanted him to.

“Cool.” Dalton went in to rummage in the cooler, bending over, those jeans stretching over his tight ass.

Tank damn near swallowed his tongue. He was all het up. There was a hole in the denim, right there by Dalton’s balls. His eyes bugged out, and Tank fought the urge to touch.

Dalton seemed worried, but there was interest too, wasn’t there? Hunger? He wasn’t making that up.

No, Dalton had come to him once with the hesitant need of a kid, but now Tank could see the white-hot need of a man.

He stood, intending to… hell, he didn’t know, but Dalton raised up and turned, slapping against him audibly.

“Oof.” Tank almost felt like he’d hit a bull out in the arena. He reached out to steady Dalton, who held a beer in each hand.

He could feel the hard ridge of erection against his thigh, see the flare of pure need in those blue eyes.

Tank caught his breath, then pushed forward to do just what he wanted. He kissed Dalton’s mouth as if they did this every day, taking his time and exploring. Dalton moaned for him, tongue sliding against his, making Tank shiver.

Lord have mercy. He’d known all it would take was one touch to set him off like a powder keg.

Dalton tasted like peppermint and coffee, tasted sweet, which surprised him. Hell, what was he expecting? Beer and beef jerky?

Dalton bit his bottom lip like he was telling Tank to fucking focus. He half chuckled, more than a little tickled, but slid one hand behind Dalton’s head to hold them together, tasting deep, really giving it his all.

He needed this.

Something hit the floor and exploded, and, cold beer sprayed everywhere, both of them jumping like they’d been shot. Tank whirled and went for towels, Dalton’s sharp curse hanging in the air.

“It’s going to smell in here for forever, man.” Dalton was already on his knees when Tank tossed the towels. “Sorry.”

“Hey, not your fault.” It really wasn’t. “I should call down. If housekeeping comes and shampoos, it could help.”

“Sure. Sure, I’ll get this sopped up and move the cooler.”

“Cool.” He cast one regretful glance at Dalton’s wet jeans, but it wouldn’t be right not to give the hotel a chance to clean this up.

Dammit.

Still, that kiss liked to burn him up.

He wanted to do it again. And again. He called down to the front desk. “Hey, I’m so sorry, but we had an adult beverage spill up here.”

“Oh, no problem. Housekeeping will be right up.”

“Thanks so much.” He dug out his wallet to get a tip for whoever had to come up.

Dalton wandered by the door, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

He was just going to stroke out. No doubt about it. Damn it, why did Dalton have to be so fine. “You’re killing me, man.”

“Changing. My jeans are soaked.”

“I know. Sorry. Did you soak them out in the tub?”

“Yeah. We’re staying in, right? I can throw on some sweats?”

“We totally are. We got that pizza. Housekeeping is on the way up, so we’ll take beer outside.”

“Good deal.” Dalton tugged on his sweats, then started digging for a shirt.

Damn. He would mourn the loss of that tanned skin. “You can leave the shirt off, you know?”

“I can?” Dalton gave him a heated look. “Well, okay.”

His cock throbbed hard in his jeans. “Good.”

“You—” The knock on the door cut off Dalton’s words, and Tank went to answer the door while Dalton headed out to the balcony.

Tank grinned, because something was buzzing. Something was going to happen here, and he was into it.

“Hey, sorry. We had a beer bomb.” He grinned at the little lady who came with a cart and a shampooer.

“Happens all the time, honey. Don’t worry. We’ll deodorize.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna duck out to the patio.” He handed her the tip, just so she knew it was hers.

“Thanks!” The sound of the shampooer started up, and Dalton handed him a beer as he sat.

“Mmm. I do like a Fat Tire.” Not as much as a Shiner, but he would bet Dalton had gotten this for him.

“Yeah, I know.” Dalton leaned back, that six-pack evident.

“Well, I appreciate it, Dalton.” He stared right into those blue eyes.

Dalton swallowed, then licked his lips.

“I want to try that again, you know,” Tank said.

“Having a beer?” Dalton teased, voice husky, rough.

“Kissing you.” He wanted that and so much more.

“This time I’ll put my bottle down first.”

“Good idea.” He rubbed his beer bottle against his neck, the little cold shock giving him goose bumps.

Dalton stared, lips open, eyes wide. Oh, that felt good, the weight of all that hunger.

“You hot, Dalton?”

“Burning up.”

“The beer thing works pretty well.” He hoped Dalton might rub it on his chest. Those little nipples would draw up from the cold….

“You think?” Dalton took another sip, one of the beads of condensation slipping off the bottle and dropping to that bare, smooth chest, making Dalton’s muscles ripple. Oh fuck.

Tank stared, knowing there was no hiding his hard-on. That was about as hot as Hades. He wanted, but he was okay with drawing out the tension now he knew Dalton wasn’t gonna kick his ass. Or try to.

“You look at me like you want to eat me alive.”

“I do. I want to just rub all up on you.”

Dalton spread a little bit, making room for the heavy cock swelling between his thighs. It created a perfect bulge in the soft sweats.

Tank had to remind himself they were outside in plain sight. Otherwise he would have been right on it.

Dalton didn’t bother with making small talk; he sat there and watched him like he was fucking fascinating.

The shampooer cut off inside, and they both heard the door open and close. Tank stood, jerking his head toward the room.

Dalton finished his beer and rolled up, those loose, thin sweats hiding nothing.

He was damn near panting by the time they got inside, his jeans rubbing him all kinds of right ways.

Dalton reached out and took his bottle from him, put both on the low table before going to lock the door.

He hummed, meeting Dalton halfway so he could grab that fine ass. He pulled Dalton close, then kissed the mouth he’d been staring at.

This taste was full of hops, and this time Dalton met him more than halfway, lips crashing against his. They swayed a little, both of them touching, trying to get a feel for what they were doing. It was so easy to push into Dalton’s sweats, grab hold of that tight ass. Dalton’s skin was surprisingly soft. Maybe he figured a man who sat in the saddle that much would have ass calluses. Whoa. Bad thought.

It was easy to push aside because that sweet little backside was tight and hard, and the way it pushed into his hands was pure magic. Tank squeezed, moaning, just about on fire already.

Dalton traced his chest, tugging at his shirt, baring him. This was no shrinking violet, no sir. Dalton had always known what he wanted, Tank guessed. He just wasn’t off-limits anymore. The kisses went on and on, growing teeth as their need ratcheted up.

He slipped one hand around Dalton’s hip to the front of his sweats, wanting to feel the hard cock that rubbed against his through too many layers of cloth.

The pure heat made his eyes cross, and he wrapped his fingers around the hard length. He measured it from base to tip and back again—damn impressive.

“That is one fine piece of rope, Dalton.”

“You got you some good hands. I been wanting to know forever.”

He leaned his forehead against Dalton’s. “Well, now you know, huh?”

“I’m fixin’ to, I think.”

“You are.” Anything Dalton wanted to try, short of dressing up in chicken outfits or something. Hell, he might even go there, if Dalton asked nice.

Dalton eased his buckle open, working Tank’s fly like he knew just what he needed, what all he was up to.

Tank had to breathe a sigh of relief, because his zipper had been… pressing. “Oh yeah.” He stroked Dalton nice and slow, letting it all build.

Dalton fished him out, the expression on the man’s face one of pure bliss; the way Dalton licked his lips made Tank’s knees weak, made him shake. “You’re thick.”

“I’m built like a Tank all over, honey.” He stared down at their hands, each holding the other’s dick. It was like damn good porn.

“That you are. I approve.” Dalton squeezed and stroked, base to tip, then dragged one thumb over Tank’s slit.

“Uhn.” He raised up on his toes, squeezing Dalton reflexively in turn.

“Yeah. Yeah, we gonna jack each other off here, or are we gonna get naked?”

“Naked. Bed.” They needed to be able to explore. Horizontally.

“Fuck yeah. I’m in.”

“Good.” He shoved down the sweats. Undressing Dalton was so easy.

That brought him close to one tight little nipple, and he took his shot, biting down just enough. He licked at that nub of flesh, then bit, wanting Dalton to feel it. Dalton went up on tiptoe, rocking up toward Tank’s mouth.

“Mmm.” He stroked that flat belly with his free hand, glad his feet were planted, steady and strong.

“Jesus, Tank.”

He loved it when one hand landed on his head, holding him right there. He licked and nibbled, just loving how Dalton moaned for him.

“Bed. Bed, man. Please.”

“Uh-huh.” He sorta went all professional wrestler on Dalton and lifted him, tossed him up on the bed so he could strip off the rest of his own clothes.

Dalton kicked his sweats the rest of the way off, hand working that long, needy prick as Tank got naked.

He licked his lips, his shirt almost killing him when he tried to pull it off over his head. It buttoned.

Dalton’s soft laughter filled the air. “I ain’t going anywhere, cowboy.”

“No? That’s good. I might strangle myself.” He threw the shirt on the floor and pushed out of boots and jeans.

“That would be awkward as all get-out.”

“Tough to explain to your dad for sure.” He hopped on the bed, full body rubbing on Dalton.

“No talking about family. Not right now.”

“No, sir.” He bent to lick at the spot on Dalton’s neck where sweat beaded up.

Dalton’s hands found his ass and squeezed, and he could feel each separate finger—strong, eager. That touch made him grunt, and he pushed down, his dick sliding along Dalton’s.

Fuck yeah.

That’s what he needed, to drive against that little thin line of gold curls, the hint of stubble that proved Dalton shaved.

He moaned. Damn. Oh, damn. Yeah, that was sexy as all fuck.

Dalton drove them together, the casual strength stealing his good sense. The way he could feel the imprint of every place Dalton touched him made Tank crazy, making him move faster and faster. Their kisses grew sloppy, deep sounds flavoring the air. Fuck.

“Gonna soon.” Tank’d thought they would do more than rub and tug, but now he knew better. He’d been wanting too long. What? Three whole fucking days? God, he was an impatient bastard.

“Come on, then.” Dalton worked a hand between them, jacking them off together, sure and hard, giving Tank just what he needed.

“Fuck.” His eyes rolled right back in his head, and Tank roared out his pleasure, his shout ringing off the walls.

“Mmm… sweet.” Dalton sounded altogether too coherent for his taste.

He grunted, because he was all caveman, and pushed up to grab Dalton’s cock again, letting it slide through his closed fingers, up and down. He wanted to see, wanted to watch that hard body convulse in pleasure. Tank stared, his focus all on Dalton now.

Dalton pinked under the attention, surprising him after how focused Dalton’d been about Tank’s pleasure.

“Come on, honey. I know you need it. So damn hard.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Dalton drove up, fucking his hand in hard, sure strokes.

“You’re amazing.” Dalton needed to know that. Tank had to say it out loud.

“Don’t stop, man. Please.”

“No, honey. Not gonna stop. I want to see it. Smell it. I want you to come.” He moved faster, jerking harder.

Dalton gasped, hands hard on his shoulders, seed pumping out, pouring from Dalton.

“That’s it, Dalton. Just like that.” Christ. He wasn’t careful he’d end up rarin’ to go again.

He stroked through the whole orgasm, easing the pressure of his fingers. He didn’t want Dalton to get too sensitive and not be able to stand it, but he couldn’t let go.

“Damn. Damn, that’s good. That’s fine….” Dalton arched and bucked.

“Uh-huh. Goddamn.” Dalton wasn’t going down. Not one bit. Superhuman.

He groaned and shook his head, just about dizzy with how much Dalton needed.

“Tank.” Dalton lunged up to kiss him, toothy as all fuck, and damn if that didn’t make his cock twitch back to life. Christ, had he ever wanted so badly? Ever?

He licked at Dalton’s lower lip, then bit it, figuring out that Dalton didn’t mind a little roughness. Dalton’s eyes went wide, and a harsh gasp filled his lips.

“Uhn.” He rolled them to their sides so they could touch and kiss and let their muscles recover.

Dalton moaned softly, breathing into him, nice and slow.

He nodded, their noses rubbing together. They could go again, but they needed to slow down and feel it.

“You get your itch scratched?” Dalton teased.

“I did. You make me wanna do it again, but I want to feel all of you.”

“Why me?”

“Huh?” That made him rear back to look Dalton in the eye.

“I mean, what made you decide to come on to me?”

“Oh, honey.” He reached up with his left hand and touched Dalton’s cheek. “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. You make me crazy.”

Dalton blew his lips, the look utterly equine. “I’m not even unique in all the world, man.”

“You are, though.” He’d thought about this a lot. “Dustin is a handsome young man, no doubt. You, though, you’re like liquid gold and sunlight. The way you move—” Tank shuddered.

Dalton went bright red and kissed him, mostly to shut him up, Tank thought.

Tank chuckled into his mouth, then slid one hand down to that tight, hard-muscled little ass. It was so easy to draw Dalton’s leg up along the outside of his, spreading the lean cowboy for his fingers.

Dalton grunted, his back arching, pushing against his hands. He slipped a finger along from behind the heavy balls to the tiny, grasping hole. Oh, he wanted to know what that would feel like around his cock, but first, he wanted to explore, to play.

He wanted everything.

Dalton bit him, making him gasp. “Damn, honey!”

“Sorry.” Yeah, he didn’t think there was much regret there.

Oh, it was on. He reached down to grab Dalton’s balls, tugging them gently.

Dalton’s lips parted on a sweet little moan, and so he pulled again, letting Dalton feel him deep. Someone wanted the hardest sensations, the edge of pain. Thank God. Tank liked to really push it to the edge.

“Jesus, you’re sweet as honey.” Tank moaned the words against Dalton’s lips. “Gon’ tear you up.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I never break one if I can help it.” He grinned, just ready to love this man to a puddle.

“No. Me neither.”

No. They were cowboys. That was the code.

He kept rolling and touching, tugging and rubbing those soft balls, but he watched Dalton’s eyes, the need and excitement clear as a bell. Tank knew Dalton would let him know when it was time to move on, time to get more serious.

Dalton began to explore—stroking Tank’s nipples, pulling the heavy mat of hair on his chest.

He rumbled, twisting to get more because that felt damn good. Not quite as good as when Dalton broke at the hips and took his nipple in, sucking good and hard.

Tank let his head fall back against the pillow, his breath coming in sharply. Hoo yeah. Now they were cooking with oil again. He rubbed the ridge of skin on Dalton’s sac that separated the balls, pulling when the velvety package drew up.

So damn sensitive. He loved how Dalton’s body gave very clear signals.

There was nothing like being with a man who loved to fuck, who needed. He didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to worry. He pressed just his pinky to that strip of skin between balls and ass, knowing it would stimulate the tiny gland beneath. Dalton’s response was to drag his tongue over the tight nub of Tank’s nip, making his abs clench.

Fuck, yes.

He tapped again, a little harder this time.

“More.” Dalton said it against his skin, demanding.

“You can have all you can take, Dalton.”

Dalton stared up at him in the fading light, focused as all get-out. “I can take a lot.”

Fuck yeah. Tank nodded hard. “I bet you can. I can’t believe I get to give it.” He moved his hand, using two fingers now to rub and press.

Dalton moaned deep in his chest, face going lax for a second before he started leaving biting kisses across Tank’s chest.

“Yeah. Damn, honey, you like that.” He needed lube so he could feel it from the inside.

How was this firecracker of a man not taken? Not fucked daily? Those strong fingers found his other nipple and squeezed, curling his toes. He bucked and grabbed ahold of Dalton’s head, encouraging him to keep on.

Dalton chuckled, the air pouring over his skin.

“Mmm.” He circled Dalton’s hole with his finger and pushed hard on that wrinkled strip of skin with his thumb, making Dalton cry out for him. That was tight and hot and would be heaven inside. “Need some lube, honey. Don’t go anywhere. I want to touch you deep.”

“Where would I go?” Dalton watched his every move like a hawk.

“I don’t know. You might run screaming.”

“I never run.”

“No. No, that’s not in you.” He knew that. It was the hottest thing ever. He found lube and a pack of condoms, then walked back to the bed, maybe flexing a little to show off.

Dalton was up on one elbow, arm working that long prick nice and slow.

“Now, don’t get going too fast on that. I want to save it.” Tank rolled back across the mattress, settled close.

“Yeah? You got ideas?” Dalton reached for him.

“Oh, honey, I have a million.” Tank went easily, letting Dalton hold on. They weren’t in a hurry this time.

“Rock on.” They shared another kiss, this one heady, just a little breathless.

Tank let it go on until neither of them could breathe, then broke the contact, turning Dalton to his back again. Tank pushed one of Dalton’s legs up, spreading him wide and giving him time to look.

God, that was fine. Muscles strained under taut skin, and Dalton’s hole was open to him, just waiting. “Look at that sweet hole.”

A dark flush climbed up along Dalton’s belly. Hello. Someone liked a little dirty talk.

“Looks so ready for me, honey. I can’t wait to get you all wet and fuck you until you scream.” He gave that hard, bobbing cock a tiny slap.

Dalton surged up, but Tank had it, making it so they rocked together hard, both of them getting a little of what they needed.

“Tank. Tank. You—” Dalton bit it off, and Tank didn’t like that. Soon Dalton would be willing to tell him. Forgive him enough.

They had time.

He slicked his fingers up, taking his time about it so Dalton could see, could anticipate his touch. Dalton watched, blue eyes dazed, lips parted. Tank nodded, then pressed two fingers back to Dalton’s hole.

He didn’t tease. Dalton would show him if he couldn’t take it, and he’d bet his bottom dollar that wouldn’t happen. He slid his fingers deep inside with one smooth push, pressing against the resistance.

The heat and pressure made him bite his bottom lip, but it was the way that Dalton leaned up on his elbows and bore down that tore a moan out of him. He moved his fingers, opening them slightly to get more drag, then pulling them almost out. Dalton cried out, the sound pure male, and he pushed back in, making Dalton feel every centimeter.

He wanted to do this forever. Tank watched every expression that moved over Dalton’s face, took in every sound.

Tank wanted to cuss the sun a little bit, tell it to come back up, come on and leave the light a little longer. The shadows creeping across the bed made it harder to see what he desperately wanted to see.

“Turn the light on,” he groaned. “I want to see everything.”

Dalton blinked at him, then twisted, still impaled on his fingers, and swacked at the lamp. Light flooded the room, outlining every muscle, the sweat standing out on Dalton’s throat and chest.

“Better. Fuck.”

Dalton nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. More.”

“Another finger, then.” He added more lube, then pressed in. He was, indeed, thick. Dalton would need to be ready. Not only that, he wanted to know he was making Dalton writhe, hump down on his fingers.

Crying out, Dalton spread wide, pushing out with his hips. “Every damn callus. I feel you, Tank.”

“Good.” That was the point. “So fucking pretty.”

Dalton searched his face, then smiled, the expression open and amazing. Tank worked his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling free, knowing how empty Dalton would feel.

Dalton moaned for him, the sound needy and raw. Dalton’s ass slid on the sheets, like as to tempt him.

He didn’t need tempting. Tank gloved up and slid his hands under Dalton’s ass, spreading that stretched hole with his thumbs. “Coming in, honey.”

Dalton nodded for him, eyes focused on where they were connected.

Tank pressed forward, sinking a few inches inside Dalton’s body. Dalton’s lips parted, the expression the closest to bliss he’d ever seen. Ever.

He took a deep breath, then let it out before thrusting the rest of the way in. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush with Dalton’s ass.

Dalton’s muscles locked around him, fluttering and squeezing, holding him tight enough he wanted to scream. He didn’t dare move for a long moment, his breath caught in his chest.

Then Dalton reached out for him, one hand wrapping around his upper arm.

Tank nodded, letting out a breath before beginning to rock gently, easing back as Dalton’s body tried to keep him deep inside. The resistance gave him amazing friction, making him grit his teeth as his balls throbbed with the pleasure of it. “Fuck. Just like that, honey. Just so.”

Heaven. This was fucking heaven.

He worked back and forth, his breath sobbing in his chest. Dalton made him feel like a god. Seriously.

Sweat beaded up on his brow, and his abs screamed in the best way, the world tightening down to Dalton’s body surrounding him. He couldn’t hardly see anything beyond Dalton’s face, twisted with pleasure.

Tank grabbed hold of Dalton’s cock and tugged, barking out a cry when that made Dalton tighten all around him. Christ. He was just one more squeeze from coming, if he wasn’t careful.

“Breathe. Breathe, honey. Please.” He wanted this to last.

Dalton nodded sharply, breathing out and loosening up for a second or two. He thrust hard then, opening Dalton up for him, and Dalton’s head fell back, knocking against the wall.

“Careful, honey.” He knelt up a little, tugging Dalton toward him.

“Only my head.” Dalton panted. “We all know that’s the least important part of us.”

Tank laughed out loud, but he held Dalton’s thighs, keeping him in place, which made them both shudder with every thud of their bodies together.

“Fuck. Tank. Tank, I need….” Dalton moaned for him, so pretty.

“I got you. I got everything you need.” He set to rubbing Dalton off, matching stroke to thrust. He loved how soft the skin was over the hardness, how every touch made Dalton shake. How he felt the strokes around his own shaft, milking him.

His eyes kept trying to close, but Tank wasn’t going to miss one second of this.

Dalton Jakoby was the hottest motherfucker he’d ever seen.

He moved faster, really ramming now, his rhythm totally off, like a bull who’d hit himself on the chute.

“Gonna! Tank! Please!” That was all she wrote—Dalton shot like it was the Fourth of July, working his prick like a master.

“Damn.” Oh goddamn. He closed his eyes finally, hips rocking like crazy, his balls drawing up until he shot so hard all he heard was white noise for a couple heartbeats.

He hung there a second, his heart going ninety to nothing, slamming away. He’d done this. They’d hooked up.

Lord, it seemed like forever. Had it only been a couple three days?

However long it had been, his balls loved him for ending the dry spell.

Tank finally pulled back, then got rid of the condom before rolling back to take Dalton in his arms. “You okay?”

“Better than. Maybe a little broke, but I like it.”

“Me too.” He was in fucking love. No doubt about it.

Whoa. Whoa, Nelly. He was….

Breathe.

He was in hard-core lust and a shit-ton of like, right? There was affection, sure. He’d known Dalton forever, and there was a lot to be said for knowing you were wanted. Desired.

“You okay? I mean, this is cool?”

“Hell, yes.” Tank relaxed, muscle by muscle, clearing his thoughts out to stay there with Dalton in the moment. “You’re amazing, honey.”

“Thank you.” Dalton heard him, the cowboy melting beneath him.

He kissed Dalton’s neck, then settled in, one arm across Dalton’s middle, his worn-out cock pressed to Dalton’s hip. A good place to nap.

They’d have pizza later.

Much later.