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He swatted back, letting it sting. “Be nice, now.”

Dalton groaned, nails dragging on his jeans.

“I don’t want to be nice.” Dalton started working at his waistband.

He bit at Dalton’s earlobe, just a little too hard. “Do you want me to be nice, baby?”

“Fuck no.”

“Good.” He pinched just where Dalton’s hip met his waist.

Dalton cried out, bucked into his touch. “Fuck!”

“Listen to you.”

“I can’t help it.” Dalton stared up at him, cheeks hot and red.

“I don’t want you to, baby. I want it all, honestly. Everything.” He took a hard, needy kiss, stealing Dalton’s breath.

Dalton clung to him, legs coming up to wrap around him. They really did have too many clothes on. “Baby, bed. Naked. Orgasms.”

Uncoiling, Dalton pushed him up before springing to his feet. “I’m right behind you.”

“You know it.” He took off as fast as his hard-on would let him go. They made it to the bed before flinging off clothes like they were getting paid for each piece as it came off.

He turned the lights on so he could see everything, so he could watch Dalton’s expression.

He kicked out of his jeans and boots, sucking in his belly to get out of his shorts. The way Dalton stared made Tank hotter than the Fourth of July.

“Damn, you’re fine. Make my mouth dry,” Dalton said.

“I love how bad you want.” Tank nodded at the bed. “Lay down and spread out, baby.”

“You want me on my back or front?”

Oh hell yes.This was the best kind of game. “On your belly.”

Tank considered just dying of pure joy when Dalton stretched out on the bed for him, that teeny tiny cowboy ass ready for him. Drawing in a deep breath, Tank sent up a little prayer that he could prove he deserved this.

He wrapped his fingers around Dalton’s ankles, holding on, then slid his hands up the muscled legs. He spread Dalton a little wider, using a strong grip, one that would leave impressions but not bruises. Dalton arched up, that sweet backside making all sorts of promises.

“You’re so hot, open like this, waiting for me.”

He loved the way the blush clawed up Dalton’s thighs and lower back. Dalton panted, just so ready, quivering for his touch.

Tank pinched one hip lightly before smacking one asscheek. “Want you.”

“I’m right here.”

Fucking A. He hoped so. He rubbed his fingers along Dalton’s crack, probing between those tight cheeks. “So tight. Going to open you, baby.”

Dalton moaned, arching up and grunting. “More.”

“Everything. Anything you can take.”

“I’m pretty fucking strong. I can take a lot.”

“I know.” Tank pressed a finger behind Dalton’s balls, pushed hard enough to make that skin sing.