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They both laughed some more, and then Dalton rose up out of his crouch. “One more leisurely round of the lake?”

“Perfect.” Then they would go lunch.

They tackled the climb down, which wasn’t as challenging as the climb up, but it had some slippery moments. They made it down, and about ten cars were waiting for their parking space.

“Damn! Look at all this. We planned this right.” Dalton was about sunburned, his cheeks bright red.

“Lord, yes. It’s getting crowded.” He turned the truck back toward town, and Dalton broke out water and another energy bar. They would nap this afternoon, no doubt.

“I don’t know about you, but after lunch, I want a cold shower and a long nap in the AC.” Oh, yeah. They were on the same page.

“I was just thinking that, honey.” He had to touch. Had to.

Dalton’s thighs spread as soon as he reached over, so Tank ran his fingers up the seam of Dalton’s jeans.

It was fantastic, the way Dalton—this relaxed, smiling cowboy—was a pure slut right under the skin. For him.

Jesus, he was a lucky bastard.

“You want to just have that leftover pizza, Tank? We could nuke it.”

“Sounds good, honey. I’ll take you out for steak dinner.”

“Cool. I’m ready to cool off.”

“Me too.” They were on the same page. That was a good thing.

They pulled into the parking lot, then headed down to the hotel. God, he was ready for that shower.

All of the sudden, Dalton stopped short. “What the fuck?”

Tank stopped too, looking around. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s someone I know. Bronc rider. Just surprised me.” There was something in Dalton’s eyes, something a little cold, a little hard.

He took Dalton’s arm. “We can go in over here. I have a key.”

“Sounds good. I’m not interested in being at work.”

“No?” Tank tried to tease a little. “No riding?”

“Hmm?” Dalton met his eyes, curious, and then a grin broke out. “Oh, I would ride you, if given the opportunity.”

“We can do that for dessert.” He winked broadly, then used his key to get them in the nearby entrance.

“Yeah?” Dalton looked behind him with a frown. “That sounds… perfect.”

“Do I need to go tell someone to fuck off, honey?” If Dalton was worried, well then Tank needed to take care of it.

“No. No, if it needs to happen, I know how. I’m just… confused.”

They stepped into the hallway, and Tank made sure the door lock clicked shut behind him. “Wanna tell me?”

Dalton shook his head. “Ex. That’s really enough, huh?”

“Oh Lord. That can suck. Ended badly, huh?”

“Yeah, but you can’t tell them they can’t pay their entry fees.”