“Oh, tonight? Bed. I’m beat, honey. It’s been a long week.” Connor stripped out of his shirt as soon as they went through the bedroom door. “Maybe a shower, though?”
“I can’t wait to introduce you to the master bath.” It made him feel like he was magical—rain bath in the shower, huge tub, fireplace. It was perfect.
Connor kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jeans. “I got a quick peek when I came up earlier, but I didn’t look around. I knew you’d want to show me. I can’t wait.”
“I do.” He wanted Connor to be in love with this home, with the ranch. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to go back to being a suburbanite.
“You’re joining me, aren’t you?” Connor reached for him and untucked his shirt, then slid his hands up underneath it.
“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it.” He flexed for Connor, knowing that his hard work was showing.
Connor grinned and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Damn, cowboy. Let me see that.” Connor pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
“See what?” What? He could beg for compliments. He wasn’t a saint.
He turned, nice and slow.
“Mmm.” Connor shook his head slowly. “Tan, muscle…you’re even sexier than you were when I left. I didn’t think that was possible.” Connor took a hungry kiss, hands moving over his shoulders.
“Been working hard.” He turned the overhead lights off with one hand, turned on the low blue lights in the next motion. “There’s a fireplace too.”
“Early…” Connor wandered slowly, taking it all in, eyes shining. “This is beautiful. It’s so…romantic.”
“And it’s ours.” He toed off his boots, his mouth dry at the sight of his lover, here. “All ours, darlin’.”
“All ours.” Something clouded Connor’s eyes for a second but was gone just as fast. Connor tugged on his buckle and worked his belt open.
“I love you.” He whispered the words against Connor’s skin. “Fuck, I want to touch you everywhere.”
“I’ve missed you so much. I hate that bed without you in it.”
His jeans hit the floor and he stepped out of them as Connor turned on the shower.
“I need you more than sleep. More than anything.”
“Yes. God yes.” He dragged Connor into the shower, thankful as fuck for the tankless water heater.
Connor followed him in, the spray making his skin shine. “It’s huge in here. Why in the world would weeverneed a shower this big?” Connor’s eyes were bright and happy.
“Mmm…fucking? Sucking? Stroking? Rubbing?” He could go on and on. He reached out to get started on that rubbing, stroking Connor’s heavy cock.
Connor hissed and braced a hand on his shoulder. “All of that sounds…feels good. Fuck, that is not the same with only my hand.” Fingers found his chest, a wet thumb gliding over his nipple.
“No. No, this is love.” And he wasn’t too proud to say it.
“I hate being without you.” Connor pulled him into a kiss, tongue shoving past his lips to tangle with his.
So stay. Stay here. I need you.He poured all his hopes into their kiss.
He could feel Connor everywhere—warm against his chest, hands moving over his skin. Their kiss went on and on, deep and hot, he swore Connor was trying to swallow his tonsils.
It was the easiest thing on earth, to stroke Connor’s prick, roll the heavy balls.
Connor turned in his arms, making him shift his grip and pressed that tight ass up against him. They moved together, his prick sliding sweetly between slippery cheeks. “Love this fucking shower.”
“Uh-huh. Magic.” Connor was magical, pure love. He started rocking, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Connor braced his hands on the shower wall and pushed back giving him something to work against. “I’m going to keep you up all night.”