A Bid For Love

and beat him if he wanted...anything to keep that look on his lover's face. Scott had never understood how some people stood by their spouses and lovers when they committed horrors, but now he did. Lord, Asher could do anything and Scott wouldn't stop loving and wanting him. He knew exactly how the rest of the world viewed Asher and it hadn't mattered much. Now it didn't matter at all. "Darlin', I surrender. You're top hand and top anything else you want to be." And top in Scott's life.
    "Oh." Lord, that little pout left Scott breathless all over again. Asher paused, thumbs still hooked under the sides of those briefs. "And I was so looking forward to proving myself to you." A dramatic sigh followed. "But, if you're surrendering now, I suppose I'll just have to..."
    "To what, darlin'? You know, you might want to make sure I don't forget you're number one." Scott grinned. "I might relapse to my old ways, otherwise."
    "Very true." The smolder flared back full bore, the jeans and briefs dropped to the floor in record time and Asher's glorious form filled Scott's immediate vision, those leather gloves still in place and cupping Scott's jaw. "Worth the wait?"
    "Hell, yeah." Smooth skin under Scott's hand and fiery eyes set lava racing through his veins. "Purely the best ever. God, you look so good. And you feel better." And Scott didn't have the least problem with another man taking the lead. He pressed up, wanting that strong body against his. "Please, honey."
    "Mmm." That deep rumble of voice melted him right back onto the bed by itself. The sight of Asher straddled over his hips, hat and gloves still in place, just finished the job. Smooth leather stroked over Scott's thighs. "Beautiful. Truly, a work of art."
    "Yeah, you are that." Scott grinned up, pure joy flooding him. "Never seen better. Everything I could ever want." His hips surged up, wanting. "And I want you bad."
    Asher tipped his hat back with a thumb, bright smile lighting the whole room. "Well, then, let's get to it." A mobile tongue claimed Scott's arousal, that talented mouth taking him deep.
    Scott's physical instinct was to tip his head back and just howl, but then he wouldn't be able to see how freaking incredible Asher looked. He couldn't wrap his fingers in that rich golden hair, but he could beg Asher to keep sucking and inform him in the rawest of terms how good it felt as he gripped the coverlet tight and gave over to the sensations of exquisite suction and a broad tongue.
    "God, honey!" He shattered and half-shattered again as that glorious pressure on his sex continued well past his climax. Even as he tried to breathe again, Asher caressed the skin around Scott's hips with long sensuous kisses, leather-clad hands running over Scott's chest and legs. "Please."
    "Please what, dearest?" Smooth, deep vibration from that voice ran through Scott's bones. Full of self-satisfaction, too. It should be annoying; instead, it sounded sexy as hell. "What are you begging for?"
    "You already know." Scott managed a half-grin as he struggled for breath. Overrated, oxygen. Especially with such a vision straddling him still. "You know what I want. Prove to me why you're top hand, remember? Please."
    Asher's laugh shot through Scott's bones all over again. "And here I thought I'd proven that already. I figured you were used up. Just goes to show some cowhands are more stubborn than others." That sweet Western twang returned. "Fine. I see I have to get serious." He lifted one hand. "Time for the gloves to come off, in all forms of that phrase."
    He grasped the loose cuff of the glove, peeling it slowly from his palm before he brought his leather-covered thumb up and grasped the tip in his teeth. As sharp tug on tanned leather made Scott jump when he'd have sworn his body couldn't move. A grin that could only be categorized as evil graced Asher's beautiful face before he moved to his index finger and repeated the action, sending a new jolt through Scott.
    Scott wouldn't have thought he had any desire left in certain parts of his anatomy, but by the time both hands were free, there sure seemed to be life still there. Especially when Asher gripped both gloves in one hand and slapped them into his opposite palm, the snap of leather on skin enough to bring every nerve ending to attention. When Asher slid the gloves over Scott's thigh, a few more hot but disturbing visuals popped to mind. And he didn't give a damn right now; if Asher wanted to play a bit of rough rider,