Ascension by Bailey Bradford Page A

were positively huge as he gawped at Ro.
    Ro tilted his head to the side and watched a faint blush rise to Conner’s cheeks. A check of Conner’s groin showed him to be sporting a large bulge. Ro ran his hands down to cup that hot length. Conner filled both hands with a steely cock that made Ro want to beg to be fucked.
    “Can we?” he asked again, stroking that tempting shaft.
    Conner gasped, and gripped him tighter, pulling Ro’s hair and bruising—if he could bruise—Ro’s hip. A shudder racked the bigger man as a moan tore past his lips. Ro felt the pulse of Conner’s cock right before wet warmth spread from the tip.
    Amused and flattered at how quickly Conner had shot, Ro winked at him. “I take that as a yes?”
    “Oh God,” Conner whined as he slapped a hand to his forehead. “I’m gonna just go die again.”
    Ro didn’t think that was funny. In fact, part of his need was to escape the thoughts of what had happened to him. A larger part, however, was that he finally could touch the man he’d wanted for so very long.
    “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered.” Ro caught Conner’s hand before he could smack himself again. He tugged that big paw down and pressed it against his own dick. “And really, really horny. Conner.” Ro humped Conner’s hand, need coiling in his gut. “I don’t want to think. Help me forget, at least for a little while.”
    Conner gulped and Ro wondered why he seemed so scared. Conner filled him in right quick. “I haven’t, uh.” Conner squeezed Ro’s cock and moaned softly, his eyelids drooping nearly shut. “Not since before I was killed.”
    Ro was almost too lost in how good it felt to be touched. He was rutting away, pleasure building in his balls with each thrust, when Conner’s words sank in. Ro stilled and did some quick math. “Over twenty years, Conner?” he blurted out. Jesus, no wonder Conner had gone off like a lit firecracker.
    “Don’t laugh at me,” Conner huffed, sounding hurt.
    Ro practically climbed up the man, wrapping his legs around Conner’s narrow hips and his arms around his thick neck. “I wouldn’t. I’m not. That’s just a long time.”
    “Time is…different, here,” Conner muttered. “I swear yesterday Laine and Sev were young and just freshly in love, and now they’re almost old.”
    Ro snorted and when he inhaled, he caught the most delicious scent of musk and man. “You smell so good.” He forgot about his intentions of telling Conner Sev and Laine would shit bricks over the old comment. He forgot about everything but the need pulsing in his groin, the scent and taste of Conner’s skin as he nibbled under Conner’s jaw.
    “Ungh.” Conner gripped his ass, squeezing it firmly, and Ro murmured encouragement as he kept sampling Conner’s jaw, licking and sucking it. There was the slight rasp of stubble against his tongue, and it ratcheted up Ro’s arousal. He’d always wanted Conner, always, and now he could finally have him.
    “Did you mean it?” Conner asked him, something very close to longing in his voice, Ro thought.
    “Did I mean—” Ro had a flash then, a bright and embarrassing moment of his confession to Conner. “Uh.” God, how did he answer that without being an asshole?
    Conner’s hands stilled on his backside as Conner looked away. The moonlight painted his profile silver and grey, accentuating the cut of Conner’s cheekbone. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have brought it up. You were scared and—”
    “Conner.” Ro framed Conner’s face in his hands, turning that handsome man’s gaze back on him. “I don’t know about love, because I don’t know you, not really. But I’ve had a crush on you for half my life.” He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Well, and now, too. You’re… Look, I compared every man I met to you, you know. I wanted you to come visit me like you did Laine and Sev, wanted your attention. You never gave it to me, then… Then you did, and I hoped… But I didn’t