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They stopped when he was seated deep inside Dalton’s body, hips against that perfect ass. Dalton’s muscles rippled around him, jerking and milking his cock. His brain went all caveman, and all Tank could do was begin to move, slow at first, then faster. Dalton met every thrust, a deep cry sounding with every breath.

Joined. They were joined, and it gave Tank a fierce joy.

He grabbed Dalton’s hips and let himself go, let him sink in and take his cues from his lover. They were rough and ready, both of them grabbing what they needed. Praise God, it was time to ride.

Jerking, he panted, hips really moving. There was no teasing left. They slapped together, grinding like desperate men.

“Dalton!” He leaned down, biting at one muscular shoulder. His teeth dug in, and Dalton cried out.

God, yeah. He felt that all the way to his toes. More than that, he felt it all the way around his prick. Those muscles clamped down on him until his balls pulled up tight.

“Fixin’ to make me crazy.” He was this close to losing his mind.

“Fixin’ to? I’m already there.” Dalton slammed back against him.

Oh, thank God. He pinched one nipple, then bit Dalton again.

“Fuck!” He felt it the moment Dalton went over the edge. Tight, hot as hellfire, that ass squeezed him, Dalton shouting his name like it was a friggin’ prayer. He groaned and let himself go, emptying his balls.

Tank tried to breathe, his chest heaving. Dalton was just the best thing ever, making him downright nuts.

“Damn, baby.”

A flash sparked at the window, and Dalton’s head flew up. “What the hell?”

Tank craned his neck. “Lightning?” Doubtful, but any other explanation required peeling Dalton off the bed.

“Maybe.” Dalton frowned, but he didn’t move.

“Maybe it was just someone’s headlights. I bet folks get lost out here all the time.” He really didn’t want to lose the afterglow yet.

“Yeah. Could’ve been Bubba coming home.”

Oh, now that made sense. Tank slid to one side, gathering Dalton into his arms after he disposed of the condom. “Hey, baby. That was… fucking awesome.”

“Better than. Thank you.”

He kissed that slightly bruised mouth. “Mm-hmm.” He didn’t want to bring up Rocket, but he figured the night was going better now. “You do it for me, cowboy.”

“Well, you know how I feel. I told you a long damn time ago.”

“I know.” He stroked Dalton’s hair off his face. “You know why I couldn’t even think it then, right?”

“I do now, yeah. Then? No. No, I just knew I wanted you more than my next breath. You know how it is when all you are is hormones and wanting.”

“I do.” It seemed that way now, damn it. He liked Dalton, though. All the way through.

“I’d apologize, except I’d do it again, so that’s hypocrisy.”

“No need to. I’m just glad you didn’t hold a grudge. Much,” Tank teased. Dalton had made him work for it a little.

More than a little.

It had totally been worth it.

He grinned, nuzzling in at Dalton’s temple.

“I could get used to you being home.”