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“Shit, Dalton, you’re gonna own it one day.”

“Me and Bubba and Deb. I ain’t interested in going it alone.”

“No, I know.” Tank loved that about the whole Jakoby clan. “I just don’t have a lot of folks anymore, not that claim me. I tend to talk in singles.”

“Well, you’ll always have a place with us. Always.”

“Thank you.” He grinned over, soaking in the sight of that lean, tanned man in a gimme cap and a little too-tight T-shirt.

“Oh, I could just sit out here for eons. Magic.”

“It is.” He leaned his head back, because his momma had taught him staring was rude, bless her heart.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before Dalton was moving, wandering around. That man couldn’t stay still, and Tank was hoping he would get to watch.

Dalton stretched up tall, his back popping, and Tank got a nice, slow look at heaven. That flat belly peeped out when Dalton’s T-shirt rode up, and he was damn glad he’d whacked off, because he could so lean forward and lick that sweet little line.

When he glanced back up, Dalton was watching him, lips open a tiny bit. His cheeks heated, his heartbeat picking up.

He didn’t shy away, though. He knew what he wanted. He wasn’t a kid, and more importantly, neither was Dalton. He just looked right into those blue eyes and let Dalton see everything he was thinking.

Dalton swallowed hard. “Tank? What… what’s up?”

“You’re damn pretty, Dalton. I’m sure glad you grew up while I was gone.”

Dalton tilted his head. “Is this some sort of… I mean, seriously?”

“I ain’t playing with you.” Tank shrugged. “I don’t know what it means, but you’re doing it for me.”

“Huh. You want a beer? I think I need one.”

“Yeah. I would love one.” He didn’t push it. His body wanted him to.

“Cool.” Dalton went in to rummage in the cooler, bending over, those jeans stretching over his tight ass.

Tank damn near swallowed his tongue. He was all het up. There was a hole in the denim, right there by Dalton’s balls. His eyes bugged out, and Tank fought the urge to touch.

Dalton seemed worried, but there was interest too, wasn’t there? Hunger? He wasn’t making that up.

No, Dalton had come to him once with the hesitant need of a kid, but now Tank could see the white-hot need of a man.

He stood, intending to… hell, he didn’t know, but Dalton raised up and turned, slapping against him audibly.

“Oof.” Tank almost felt like he’d hit a bull out in the arena. He reached out to steady Dalton, who held a beer in each hand.

He could feel the hard ridge of erection against his thigh, see the flare of pure need in those blue eyes.

Tank caught his breath, then pushed forward to do just what he wanted. He kissed Dalton’s mouth as if they did this every day, taking his time and exploring. Dalton moaned for him, tongue sliding against his, making Tank shiver.

Lord have mercy.He’d known all it would take was one touch to set him off like a powder keg.

Dalton tasted like peppermint and coffee, tasted sweet, which surprised him. Hell, what was he expecting? Beer and beef jerky?

Dalton bit his bottom lip like he was telling Tank to fucking focus. He half chuckled, more than a little tickled, but slid one hand behind Dalton’s head to hold them together, tasting deep, really giving it his all.

He needed this.

Something hit the floor and exploded, and, cold beer sprayed everywhere, both of them jumping like they’d been shot. Tank whirled and went for towels, Dalton’s sharp curse hanging in the air.