Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

Tank laughed. “I’m not that young either. Thirty-seven this year. Hope that’s not a disappointment, boy.”

Clover grinned. “Hell no. I’ve never been with a guy so much older than me, but…” He winked at Tank. “It’s a total turn-on. I like how you just seem to know what to do. No wonder the other guys listen to you.”

Tank didn’t comment right away, but Clover could sense it had been the right thing to say. “Well, they do most of the time.”

“Even Drake? He doesn’t seem like a follow-orders kind of guy.” Drake was the last cog within Tank’s crew Clover hadn’t been able to move, no matter how much grease he used. Leaving him alone wasn’t exactly an option, either. If Clover was to be safe, he needed everyone on board.

Tank scratched his head, and his firm chest rose as he inhaled a large gulp of air. “Well… he’s a bit of a lone wolf at times. But he knows how to take orders when it counts.”

“In bed?” Clover grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

Tank let out a laugh. “Hell. No. Definitely not in bed. He’s not really a people person, even though he likes to be around us. Like a cat.”

Clover smiled at the accuracy of that statement. “I do like cats. Maybe he’ll warm up to me with time. Where did you guys meet? How did you get him to join anything?”

Tank was quiet for a couple of seconds. “On a job. He helped me out, and here we are, seven years later. To be fair, he didn’t like me much either when we first met.”

“Any tips? ‘Cause I’m super needy.” Clover showed Tank his tongue.

“What, three dicks is too few for you? We’ve got ourselves a real treasure.”

Clover flushed and punched the steel-hard arm. “That’s not what I’m saying! I just want him to like me.”

Tank grinned, rubbing the short hair at the top of his head. “I’ve known him for years, and there doesn’t seem to be a universal method to warm him up. Maybe start with a blowie and go from there?”

Clover hit his head against the back of the seat. “If he even lets me anywhere near him. Why can’t everyone just offer up their dick for breakfast like you?” He walked his fingers along Tank’s skin with a smile. “It turned me on so much when you said ‘come for Daddy’. Don’t even know why.”

“Daddy issues,” Tank said, without mocking.

Clover groaned and rubbed his ears when they got too hot. He hated how he turned pink at the slightest flush. “Sounds about right. My step-dad never made me pancakes. But oh well, at least he didn’t fuck me handcuffed either.”

Tank groaned. “That made me feel so much better. Got it. Pancakes and dick, and you’re good.”

Clover didn’t want to delve any further into his past, or the half-truths would need to change into lies. He’d been through several foster homes and was glad to have no one to call a parent. He could do as he pleased and make it on his own. And when it came to his new lovers, nothing killed a boner quicker than orphan tears and a tragic backstory.

“Speaking of pancakes, Daddy…” Clover leaned over to kiss Tank’s jaw and pointed to a rusty sign announcing they were approaching a diner and a gas station.

Tank snorted and rubbed Clover’s back. “Fine. I’ll just let the others know.”

A short call was enough, and within ten minutes, he parked his pickup truck next to Drake’s van and Boar’s blue sports Subaru. Tank stretched as soon as he was out, which made fabric ride up his muscular stomach.

Clover couldn’t look away, despite feeling like a raw egg dropped into a sizzling hot pan. The sun blinded him and pinched his unprotected skin. He spotted two teenage girls staring through the diner window. But they wouldn’t be getting Tank’s dick tonight. He was.

“Show off!” Clover laughed and poked Tank’s side. “I need new clothes so that I don’t look like a hobo next to you. A new T-shirt, at least.”

“Why are we stopping so early?” Boar asked, and Tank patted Clover’s shoulder.

“He needs something to wear and more food. I’ve got a parcel to pick up in the usual place. Drake, how about you stay with him and catch up with us by lunchtime?”

Clover offered Drake his widest grin and pushed some hair behind his ear. “Thank you, Draaaake,” he said, before the man could even answer. It was a genius move on Tank’s part, so Clover winked at him gleefully.

Drake blinked, raising his chin after a delay, as if he couldn’t believe Tank was addressing him of all people. “What.”

“I need a T-shirt,” Clover said, and pulled on Drake’s fingers. He did expect the slap on the wrist it got him. No pain no gain.