George's Turn [Brac Pack 8] by Lynn Hagen Page B

know it, mate. I want to feel your tight ass around my cock.”
    “Keep talkin dirty, you may just get it.” George’s voice had dropped to a husky tone.
    “Sit on my cock, cowboy. Ride me like a rodeo.” George’s eyes hooded. “Close enough.” He lowered himself, spitting on his hand and reaching back to stretch his hole.
    “I want to watch.” Tank panted.
    George climbed off, turning on all fours so Tank could watch his George’s Turn
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    own fingers push into his puckered hole.
    “Fuck, baby, you make me want to eat your ass.” Tank swatted his fingers aside, licking his hole, sucking then tongue fucking him.
    “God, no one’s ever done that.” George arched his back, spreading his knees a little further apart. Tank slid two fingers in as he licked around them.
    “Going to lose it. Better stop.” George breathed out.
    Tank pulled his fingers away, adding more spittle before lying back down. “Saddle up.”
    George mock punched him in the chest before mounting him. He leaned forward, guiding the side of beef to his ass. His hole opened wider. He felt fuller having sex this way. “Still not a girl.” He moaned.
    “Never thought you were.” Tank planted his feet, grabbing George by his hips as he surged up. George fell forward, his palms connecting with Tank’s chest. His fingers dug into Tank’s chest, the thrill of the ride coursing through him. He leaned down and took Tank’s mouth in a passionate kiss. Tank’s fingers wrapped around Georg’s neck and back, thrusting harder as George whimpered into his mouth. It was way too easy to get lost in the way Tank made love to him.
    George broke the kiss and reared back, crying out into the night as he came.
    Tank thrust harder, his back bowed and off the ground, trying to bury himself deep inside George then exploded. “George!” he shouted as his cock pulsed deep inside George’s ass. Tank thrust quick bursts into George. Collapsing down, his arms fell to either side of him, spread eagle.
    “You owe me two now.” George smiled down at Tank. In his twenty-eight years, he had never been happier.
    Tank filled that lonely void he hadn’t realized he had until leaving his home state. Sure, he had messed around with Jesse, but something was always missing, maybe the fact they had to stay hidden bothered 90
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    George rested on his mate’s chest, breathing rapidly. Tank was still inside of him, not softening all the way. He took comfort in having a connection so intimate with his wolf.
    Tank pulled George up, ready to slide free.
    “Don’t.”
    Tank nodded and skated his hands over his shoulders, back, and his hips. “Do you miss home?”
    George turned his head sideways and stared off into the forest. “I used to have to sneak around, hide who I was. My home had wide open spaces and a horse I could ride.” George kissed Tank’s chest then stared into those deep brown eyes. “Now I can be who I want, no hiding. The forest has a lot of clearings, and I have a beautiful horse waiting at home for me. So no, I don’t miss Wyoming.”

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    Tank hugged him tight, allowing his mate to squirm out of the embrace to look him in his eyes again. “I also have a really great guy that I know for sure will have my back and never deny me.”
    “You sure I’m really what you want?” Tank asked as he ran his hands through George’s silky blond hair.
    “Uh, fella, your cock is still up my ass. I’m pretty sure.” Tank ran his fingertips down George’s face. “I was so afraid you would deny me. I wanted to claim you right there in the diner when Frank introduced us.”
    “I feel so special.” He grinned.
    “Do you miss him?”
    George drew his brows together. “Who?”
    “The man who broke your heart.” It pained Tank to ask his mate, but he wanted to know, wanted to know if his lover was sharing his heart with another. He would have no choice but to deal with it. He wouldn’t like it,