Page 56 of Rainbow Rodeo

“Hey. That’ll leave us worse than the hike, huh?” Tank patted his ass gently.

“It’ll be a reminder.”

“That’s good, right?” Tank yawned, the sound jaw-cracking in its intensity.

“Yessir.” He didn’t mind a little throb.

“Mmm. I do like a man who knows what he enjoys.”

Dalton liked a man who knew how to turn him inside out. He kissed the bottom of Tank’s jaw.

Tank just smiled, eyes closed, his breathing evening out.

He settled down, eyelids heavy.

For a second, just a second, he thought he saw someone at the window, but when he focused, he knew he’d just imagined it. So Dalton closed his eyes and let it go, the feel of Tank beneath him lulling him right to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

TANK WASright down grumpy about heading back to work. Oh, he was trying not to show it, because Dalton didn’t deserve his grr, but damn, they’d had a good week. A fine one. Durango was a good show, though. Ought to be all right.

They were about half an hour out, Tank leading the way in his truck. Dalton had that trailer to tow.

He’d torn Dalton up, and his sweet lover had taken it and begged for more, over and over. God, Dalton was…. Well, Tank wasn’t sure he had words yet. He was being cautious about that.

He did have to face Dalton’s daddy at work, didn’t he? And his brother.

Tank tapped out a drumline on his steering wheel. That didn’t mean he was ready for all this to end. Damn. He also needed to look into a hotel for the event, and he’d forgot until just now.

He called Dalton on his hands-free.

“Yo.”

“You know what a good hotel is at the event, honey?”

There was a little pause. “I bet they’re pretty full, but you’re welcome to stay with me.”

“You—I would love that, but I don’t want to upset your people.” He thought that fit what he was trying to say.

“They know me and Dustin are queer, Tank. Hell, everyone knew that you turned me down, back in the day. Seriously, though, if you’d rather, I’ll call Bubba and ask him to let me share his trailer and you can stay here. He won’t mind.”

“No. No, I would rather stay with you.” Happy warmth bloomed in his belly.

“Then I guess you don’t need a hotel room.” Butter wouldn’t melt in Dalton’s mouth.

“Nope. Not even a little.” He wanted to hoot and holler, but he settled for a chuckle.

“Okay, then. We’ll be at the Alpen Rose Park. Pops worked a deal.”

“I’ll see you there, huh?” Going back to work suddenly seemed shiny and new.

“Works for me. We’ll take your truck to grab groceries?”

“You know it.” Hell, he was damn near bouncy now, his mood was so improved.

“Rock on. We can get some burgers and chicken and all.”

“Mmm. Marshmallows.” He could murder a s’more.

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