Page 67 of Rainbow Rodeo

“Uhn.” He lifted up, his head and feet the only thing touching the bed.

“Jesus, baby.” Tank jerked into him, pushing in deeper and deeper, filling him until he’d swear Tank was going to crawl into him. Nothing could get between them, not even air.

Then Tank started to move, back and forth, in and out, sawing inside him and sensitizing every inch of him. His skin was too small, his ass on fire, and he slammed back as hard as he could, needing that burn.

Tank groaned, muttering to him, whispering to him about how they were both burning up, how this was necessary and right. The words got a lot less coherent and way more profane as their bodies slapped together. Jesus, he was on fire, fixin’ to light up from the balls out.

Moaning, Tank yanked him even closer, grinding, so deep Dalton couldn’t breathe.

Tank found his cock, jerking him fast and hard, driving them even higher.

“Tank!” he shouted, just unable to think.

He bore down as Tank’s thumb dragged over the slit in his cock, pushing in and making his eyes roll up in his head. Dalton clamped down with all his might, knowing that made Tank crazy. He needed Tank with him.

Tank stiffened and bit him once more, the sting making seed spray from him.

The moment Tank joined him made Dalton shout again, feeling that big cock swell inside him. He jerked, dancing with Tank, the trailer rocking around them.

When Tank collapsed back down on the bed, panting, Dalton relaxed, his heart racing, his vision grayed out a little.

Damn. He blinked, nice and slow. This was getting to be dangerous, how he needed a dose of Tank to go to sleep and a dose to wake up.

Dangerous, but exciting as fuck.

“Okay?” Tank petted him, hands moving in random patterns.

“Uh-huh. Melted.”

“Me too.” Tank laughed, the sound full of joy.

God, he had to have a kiss. Had to.

Tank kissed him right back. Long, slow and sloppy, just holding his focus. Keeping him close.

Damn.

He held on because he didn’t want to let go and they had nowhere to be for hours. He did love his life.

A sharp rapping came to the door of the trailer, surprising the hell out of him. No one ever bothered him before noon, not even Dustin. Especially now. “What the hell?”

His people always texted first.

He stood up, stumbling to grab a pair of shorts. “Hold up. Coming.”

What the fuck?

When he opened the door, a stocky blond guy grinned widely at him, then jerked a thumb at the three men standing behind him. “Folks said we could find Tank here? We wanted to take him out to breakfast.”

“Yeah. Just a second. I’ll grab him.” Okay, so that was unexpected. It wasn’t that late, was it?

Tank frowned when he came back. “What’s up, baby?”

“You got company.” He wasn’t sure why they were here this early, but whatever. They were excited, he guessed.

Tank’s frown deepened, but he crawled out of bed, tugged on the pajama pants he’d left at the foot of the bed. He went to the door and peered out.

Dalton grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up, then found jeans and an undershirt, briefs and socks.

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