Chapter Twenty

 

 

THEY PULLED into the Double D Ranch, the big gate rolling open, leading to the wide tree-lined path up to the houses. Tank drove into the circular drive while Dalton parked the trailer and walked around to plug it in. That way he could clean out the fridge later.

Tank came around to help. “Look at this setup.”

“We had them built. Did lots of the work ourselves.” He knew pride was a sin, but Dalton was damn proud of their spread.

Dustin’s place was two stories, and his was long and low, but they were both faced in Texas granite, and the huge patio, pool, outdoor kitchen joined them in the middle.

“That’s an amazing thing.” Tank sounded so tickled.

“Yeah. Home, home, home.” He grinned at his lover. “Want the tour?”

“Hell yes.” Tank goosed him.

He jumped, and two border collies came rushing up, all tails and teeth and wild barking.

Tank backed off a step to let Dalton calm them. Good man.

“My babies!” He bent down, and Dodger leapt at him, talking to him hysterically while Roger snorted and sniffed and explored him. “Tank, this hooligan I’m holding is Dodger. The little shit is Roger.”

Tank eased down to one knee, holding out a hand when Roger sniffed him out.

“They’re not biters. Loud buttheads, but not biters. Momma must have sent them over.”

“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.

“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.”

He grinned, tickled to the bone. “You know it.”

“More.” Tank started on the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Oh, you too. I want some of that.” He worked Tank’s belt open.

“Here, stand up just a minute, baby.” They stood, both of them tearing out of what clothes they still wore. “Jesus, you’re hotter than August. I could look at you forever.”

Dalton flexed a little, his body on fire. His cock felt better out in the open, pointing at Tank. Tank pumped him with a firm grip, making him feel it.

And he wanted to feel everything with Tank. Every damn thing.

“You know how hot this is? That you’ll let me play, let me touch and stroke and pet.”

“I love how you talk to me, Tank.” Tank made him feel special, not—

Nope. None of that.

“Mmm. Good.” Tank reeled him in, brought them right together. The next kiss made Dalton’s knees weak, and he was glad when Tank eased them back down on the bed. “Spread for me, baby.”

The heat of Tank’s hands made him catch his breath. He spread his legs, letting Tank kneel between them. He trusted Tank with his life.

Hell, he trusted Tank with shit that was way more important.

Tank stroked his cock, then slid that hand down to gently push at his balls. “Mmm…. All mine. Soft and sensitive.”

His belly pulled in, and a jolt of pleasure ran up his spine. God, that felt amazing. “All yours. Damn, Tank.”

Tank bent to kiss him again, pushing their dicks together for a moment, giving him friction. He arched up and rocked, the world spinning for a few hard thrusts.

Then Tank was backing off just enough to touch him again. Those fingers were callused and clever and seemed like they were determined to drive him out of his mind. When they slid against his hole, Dalton moaned, because he knew what Tank could do there.

“You need me, baby? You need me to touch?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. He fucking did.

“I got this.” Tank stroked and circled, the tingling sensation driving him crazy. “You got lube somewhere?”

He stretched, digging out the slick and condoms from around the dildos in his headboard drawer.

“Look at that.” Tank chuckled, the sound not one bit mocking. “We’ll have to play once we get all settled in.”

“I… yeah?” His cheeks were on fire.

“Hell yeah. I ain’t ashamed. That’s fun stuff.” Now Tank just took the lube from him, though, opened it to slick up his fingers.

He needed to hear that, to know it. To fucking believe it, down to his bones. The fact that it was Tank who said it made everything a hundred times better.

“Right now, I need to be in you, fuck you hard.”

“Anything.” He would give Tank whatever he could.

“Everything.”

Well damn.

Dalton nodded, his nerve endings on fire, and when Tank pressed fingers in deep, a wild cry shot from him.

He clung to whatever part of Tank he could reach, his lungs desperately trying to fill as all the air whooshed out of him.

“Damn, baby.” Two fingers became three in short order, Tank fucking him but good.

“Please. Oh, please.” He would feel bad for begging if his words didn’t make Tank moan.

“You need more?” Tank asked.

“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

“Oh, baby, those are my favorite words.” Tank pulled free, but only long enough to glove up and get slick.

The sight of that hand on Tank’s prick was enough to make his mouth dry. He watched all the way until Tank was pushing inside him, cock spreading him deep and pegging him in his gut and making him arch into the thrust.

Dalton cried out, his body bowing back, trying to adjust. Tank didn’t give him a chance, though. He just pressed in, slamming them together. That hard body met his over and over, Tank keeping him off-balance.

Finally he had to go with it, breathe and fly and let Tank take him where he needed to go. He watched Tank’s face and rolled with every move, knowing Tank wouldn’t leave him wanting. There was no question Tank was right there with him, focused on him.

Those hands kept him in place, steady and strong.

“Tank. Fuck. Don’t stop.” He kept babbling, lost in the sensations. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing madly on Tank’s fuzzy belly, leaving damp kisses, the friction buzzing his cockhead.

Tank moaned, hips rocking, muscles sliding smoothly under skin.

“You feel… fuck. So good.”

“Uh-huh. Good.” Those dark eyes were heavy lidded, Tank’s face flushed, his words short and sharp. “You fucking rock my world, baby.”

God. He was so lost. So far gone. He was gonna just explode.

“Gonna make you come on my cock. Gonna make you fly.” Tank’s words made his mouth dry, made his balls pull right up, and all he could do was nod.

Tank slammed in deep, pushing him across the sheets as their skin slapped together. The burn made Dalton cry out, made him grab Tank’s shoulders and hold on tight. Tank rode him like it was the short-go and there was a million-dollar purse on the line.

Like it was the only thing Tank ever wanted to do.

“Come on, baby! Come on. Let go.”

He threw his head back, scalp dragging on the bedsheets as he let out a wild cry, knowing no one would hear. Seed burst out of him, landing on Tank’s belly, easing the red-hot friction a tiny bit.

Tank grunted, eyes going wide, and he sawed back and forth for maybe half a minute. Then Tank came for him, pulsing deep inside him, before landing on him with a thud. “Damn.”

“Uh-huh.”

Tank glanced up, then smiled before taking a sloppy kiss. “Like your bed, baby.”

“Thank you.” Fuck yeah.

“Mmm.” Tank withdrew gently so they could both clean up. “Now, c’mere.”

Tank was a snuggler. Like a hard-core, hold-on, arms-like-steel-bands snuggler.

Dalton adored it. So unexpected.

Tank wrapped around him, nose in his hair. “Good deal.”

“Welcome.” Dalton stroked Tank’s damp skin, so glad to be home.

He loved his job, loved to ride, but home was… yeah. Being here settled his bones, gave him strength to go back on the road.

Tank’s heavy hand helped. A lot.