A Bid For Love

the twang Asher managed. Lord! For a moment, his brain completely obliged and he could almost feel the sun-warmed wall of a log bunkhouse against his back, Asher holding him there with strong, lean thighs pressed against his. Thank God he'd chosen the snaps, too. Otherwise Asher would have had to take those gloves off to unbutton Scott's shirt, and that leather felt too right sliding over his chest.
    "As nice as the thought of swallowing you down right here sounds, I think we'd best not risk it." Still, Asher ground his pelvis against Scott's so slowly Scott's eyes rolled back. A sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh managed to make it over his vocal cords. And the answering deep chuckle left him aching for release. Asher let him go enough to turn him toward the stairs and settle one gloved hand... God! ...so very low on the center of Scott's ass. The sensation got even better as Asher eased him up the stairs. "Go on. Let me teach you just where you stand on this spread."
    It took three tries before words would form. "I'm more than willing to learn." Jelly legs managed to get him up the stairs, only the knowledge Asher wouldn't sling him over a broad shoulder and carry him up if he collapsed keeping him moving. Besides, if he stopped, Asher might move that hand pressed to his ass in such a glorious way. He couldn't help pushing back against it.
    "Do you recall when we spent two weeks chasing a serial across Wyoming?" Asher opened the door to their bedroom and eased Scott inside, pinning him gently face to the wall near the dresser, all that warmth pressed against Scott's butt and back. "I didn't realize it then, but I spent a fair amount of time watching you sit a horse. Gorgeous." Leather-clad fingers slid Scott's shirt off his shoulders. "Tell me, cowboy, have you ever been daydreaming out on the range and noticed just how perfect the roll of your family jewels over that leather saddle feels? The ebb and flow of a nice slow lope, creating its own thrust of your hips against the saddle horn?"
    The ability to speak fled again and at best Scott managed a nod. His mind tried to figure what Asher had planned, but the feel of rock-solid desire grinding against his ass made any sort of coherency impossible. He pulled up his greatest efforts and managed Asher's name.
    That velvet baritone showed no mercy, rich murmurs bringing memories of the trip into vivid replay. "How many nights did we make camp and your little bow-legged strut had nothing to do with eight hours on a horse?" Broad hands caressed his ribs, his chest, butter-soft leather sliding over his nipples. "Were you just trying to make it to your bedroll so you could ease an exquisite pain?"
    Scott's teeth chattered from the force of his shallow pants. "Didn't even dare that. Couldn't..." He caught his lip in his teeth, fighting for a bit of control. "God, it nearly killed me...seeing you on a horse." He tilted his head back and moaned. "Jeans." A string of profanity escaped. "You in jeans is torture. Coming and going! And freaking boots! You wore those damned riding boots that came halfway up to your knees! I nearly came when I saw you walk out of the motel room the first day."
    "Why, thank you." Asher's hands slipped down to Scott's fly, freeing buttons in rapid succession. "You weren't so bad yourself, as I recall. Deep red shirt with a silver bolo tie--nice touch--and your hat! Lord, that black Stetson had me breathless, and I only half-understood why."
    Scott understood. Asher's tan hat did the same to him then and now. "Well, at least you k-know now." Oh, Jesus above! The feel of those leather gloves as Asher pushed Scott's jeans down over his hips until they hung low on his thighs set off a series of electric shocks. Scott's hips moved of their own volition as Asher turned him to face those gorgeous eyes.
    "Are you ready to melt at my feet yet, love?" Asher's chuckled again at the quick nod Scott managed. "Well, why don't I get you over to the bed so you can shed your boots and I can show you just what I've got to offer." Full lips caressed Scott's ear, a fevered whisper holding the first touch of a rasp. "Then I'm going to show you just how good it'll feel when I taste you."
    The whimper came out high-pitched and Scott's knees buckled. He wasn't sure how he made it to the bed, but he did, barely, collapsing into the pillows, jeans half down and sex so hard he couldn't think. Asher's laugh should have annoyed instead of sending new waves of electric