George's Turn [Brac Pack 8] by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online Page B

contain. Was he really about to claim his mate? Would George agree to it? He held his breath as he waited for George’s reply.
    “How do we do this?”
    Fuck yeah! He felt as though he’d just hit the lottery. Tank pulled George into his arms, laying him gently down on his back. “Just let me love you.” Tank crawled over George. “Just once.” His body trembled, and his hands shook as he feathered his fingers over the cowboy’s tanned face.
    George nodded and pulled Tank down for a scorching kiss.
    George wrapped his legs around Tank’s waist and opened his mouth for Tank’s exploration. As good as this was, Tank didn’t want to 46
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    waste time. The fear of his mate changing his mind had him moving away from the kiss.
    Tank pulled back and unwrapped his mate’s legs, pulling his T-shirt over his head and disrobing the rest of his clothes. He really didn’t want to rush things, but his stomach knotted thinking of the man changing his mind at the last second.
    George’s eyes widened. “Is that a side of beef hanging between your legs? Oh, hell no. I think I may have changed my mind.” George gulped audibly while staring at Tank’s cock.
    “Don’t. Please. I won’t hurt you,” Tank pleaded as he reached down and pulled George to his feet, kissing his neck as he unsnapped his jeans, fishing his cock out and dropping to his knees.
    “Tank,” George croaked out as he pulled his shirt from over his head. Tank looked up into his mate’s eyes, seeing the hesitation, fear, and lust burning in them. What had George been through to become so terrified of giving himself over?
    “Just once,” Tank whispered as he swallowed his mate’s cock.
    “Oh, fuck.” George’s head fell forward, grabbing Tank’s shoulders as he swung his hips back and forth. Tank growled and applied suction, fucking his mouth on George’s cock.
    “Tank.” George moaned. It sounded like an angel spreading its wings to Tank’s ears.
    His tongue danced with George’s cock in a duel of seduction.
    Tank was now hopelessly addicted.
    The coiled tension in his gut was too much, and Tank needed to claim what fate had given him while George was in agreement.
    His mate cried out when Tank released him. That sound was like a symphony on a warm summer’s night. “Strip,” Tank commanded, and George didn’t hesitate. He tossed his clothes off of his lean and—
    fuck, it was gorgeous—body, and crawled up on the bed, then lay on his back and grabbed his hardened shaft. Tank’s body hummed at the sight before him.
    “You gonna finish?” George smiled, and Tank lost the ability to George’s Turn
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    breathe.
    “Your smile must bring out the sun every morning.” His mate’s skin flushed, and there was never a more beautiful sight in heaven or on earth.
    Tank smiled and crawled between George’s legs, lowering as he took the cock down his throat.
    “Yes, Tank.” George hitched his hips, grabbing Tank’s head as he pumped rapidly into Tank’s mouth.
    Tank wet a finger then pushed gently into his mate’s ass.
    Knowing this was the first time the cowboy was being breached, Tank let his finger rest while he squeezed George’s shaft. He ran his tongue up the length of George’s shaft then crooked his finger
    “Holy fuck!” George shot down Tank’s throat, his back arching off of the bed. He drank his fill of his mate’s seed until George had no more to give.
    Tank didn’t stop. He licked and sucked his way down until he lapped at his mate’s balls, inhaling the strong scent of pure man between George’s legs.
    “I don’t think I can survive until sundown if you do that again.” George panted out.
    “Like that?” Tank grinned around his mate’s balls, sliding a third finger in.
    “Whoa. If you hadn’t noticed, your fingers are the size of sausages. Easy, boy.” George moved a little to the side. Tank was afraid his cowboy was feeling a bit full and uncomfortable. “Relax, it gets better. Promise.” Tank