A growl deep in Rand’s throat made Conner
pull away. Then he realized the sound came from his own throat, not
Rand’s, but when he stepped back, his foot caught in the folds of
his fallen jeans to trip him up. Rand’s shirt slid through Conner’s
fingers as he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He landed with a
sore ass amid the crunch of dead leaves, slightly dazed from the
kiss. His dick jutted from his groin at a hard angle to poke his
navel.
Above him, Rand laughed. “You’re classic,” he
said, but before Conner could ask if that was good or bad, Rand
shrugged out of his shirt and tugged the tank top under it off. His
chest was smooth and hairless, unmarked except for the bruised bite
beneath his left arm. He unzipped his jeans, pushed them and his
underwear down, and stepped out of both. Naked, he stood over
Conner for a second, his body glorious in the shadows and sporting
an erection, as well. Then he lay down over Conner to claim another