Ascension by Bailey Bradford (desktop ebook reader txt) 📕

air, soaring through the darkness. Ro might actually have enjoyed it had he not been so confused by everything that had happened and guilt-laden over hurting his dad.

“Where are we going?” he asked after a minute of silence.

Conner rolled them until they were on their sides, slipping through the night sky. His eyes shone with bright flecks of white, reflecting the moonlight. Ro forgot his first question for another one.

“How is that possible? How can I see the moon reflecting in your eyes? Why am I wearing clothes?” He glanced down his body then back at Conner. “And they aren’t even the clothes I was wearing when I wrecked!” Could spirits have panic attacks? Ro’s heart was slamming against his ribs. “Do I have a heart? Conner, what the hell are we?”

Conner lowered them to the ground, not that Ro felt it. In fact, it seemed as if they were still in the air. Before Ro could freak out over anything else, Conner put one of his big hands on Ro’s nape again and the other on his hip. Ro’s mouth was parted on a question he was forming when Conner lowered his mouth to Ro’s for a kiss that zinged fiery need straight to Ro’s cock.

Ro’s panic and confusion was eradicated by the plundering of his mouth. Conner kissed him with a need Ro had never experienced before. He was breathless, panting and shaking, when Conner raised his head enough to murmur against his lips.

“We have form and substance, to other spirits naturally and to humans in small measure when we concentrate hard enough. You can see the moon in my eyes like I can see the want in yours because we exist, and we are.” Conner kissed him again, ending it with a sucking nip to Ro’s bottom lip. “Whether we feel our hearts beat from some sort of memory, or whether it’s really in there with us, does it matter? Or is it more important that we just feel?”

Ro shook his head slightly, dazed by the strength of the arousal he was experiencing. “Can we—?” He looked over the man he’d built his teenage fantasies around. Conner was every bit as big and handsome in this form as he’d been in life. His shoulders were almost twice the width of Ro’s, and he had deep dimples that dented his cheeks when he smiled. Ro hadn’t seen that in the picture, which had been of a more professional standard. Conner had been in his fireman’s uniform, and his smile had been more of a smirk.

“Can we what?” Conner asked, dragging his teeth along the side of Ro’s neck.

Ro shivered and rubbed his aching erection against one of Conner’s thighs. He told himself shyness was stupid here in their afterlife. He’d bypassed so many opportunities when he’d been alive and wasn’t going to do the same thing now. “Can we fuck?”

Conner snapped his head back, and those blue eyes of his 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