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The pies came, and Tank groaned. “On the road again, huh?”

“Yeah. Like a band of cowboys, right?” They looked at each other, and then they began to sing Willie together, Tank’s voice like a foghorn.

They laughed all the way out the door, the stares from other customers cracking them up. Tank tucked the pizzas away in the Yeti in the back of his truck, then waved him on. “Hot Springs Lodge. Holler on my cell if you need me.”

“I’m on it. I’ll probably stop and grab coffee in Vail.”

“Good deal. There’s a nice Starbucks in Avon too. Off the road, but nice.” Tank slapped the side of his truck. “Okay, meet you there.”

“Safe travels.” He loaded up and put the hotel in his phone. Time to go play.

With Tank.

Christ.

Lord love a duck, this was fixin’ to be weird.

Chapter Eleven

TANK HAULEDhis duffel into the hotel room, grinning from ear to ear. Thank God they had a suite he could upgrade to or he’d have been caught out a liar. Dalton wasn’t there yet, so he got to choose which bed he wanted, and he took the room with the fridge, darn it.

He stuffed the pizza boxes into the fridge before sitting so he could ease off his boots. His ankle was a tiny bit swollen.

He couldn’t believe Dalton had said yes. That Dalton was coming up here for damn near a week. His cock hardened, and since there wasn’t anyone there to see, he dropped down a hand and rubbed at it.

He wanted nothing more than to sink himself balls-deep in Dalton’s tight little cowboy butt, hear that voice calling his name.

Lord. His knees went weak, and Tank staggered to the bed, tearing at the button of his Wranglers. He knew Dalton would be tight and sweet, little ring of muscles clinging to his cock.

He got his cock in hand and began jerking, his belly hard as a board. He wondered if Dalton would get himself ready, if he’d let Tank watch as he slicked himself up. He could see that. He watched Dalton eat a lot. The man was a sensualist. Dalton enjoyed every bite, every ride, every fistfight.

Tank moaned, the sound loud and shocking in the silence. He hadn’t even turned on the damn air yet.

Later. In a minute. It wouldn’t take long. He closed his eyes, letting himself imagine Dalton’s mouth parting around his cock. The wet, slick sounds would make him fight not to come, his balls aching.

He wanted to see that, wanted to see those eyes on him as Dalton sucked.

Tank really just wanted to know that Dalton still needed him, still longed for him. He reached down with his free hand, pushing his jeans away so he could get between his asscheeks.

Fuck. Fuck, he needed…. One finger scraped into him and he bit out a cry. All he needed was Dalton. Those eyes staring into him. That lean, tanned—

“Uhn.” Tank came hard, his seed splashing his belly, his wrist.

Oh. Oh fuck yeah.That was it. That would give him what he needed for now.

Of course, this had to be his room now. It smelled like spunk. Tank got to laughing about that, just whooping.

His phone beeped just about then, and he started flailing, looking for a hand towel, tissue, something.Shit.He ran to the bath, clicking his phone anyway. “Hello?”

“Hey, man. I’m here. What room?”

“Two-forty.” He tried to catch his breath. “I got an extra key when you get up here.”

“Sure. Do you know if I can park my trailer, or do I need to find a place for it?”

“You can park it in the upper lot. Let me bring your key down. You’ll need it for the gate.”

“Good deal. I’m parked out along the back.”