When he urged Brantley to roll onto his stomach, the man did so without question, without hesitation. Reese didn’t waste time, didn’t linger on the foreplay; instead, he slicked his cock, then slid deep inside Brantley.
Once he’d filled him completely, Reese laid out over him, covering his back, his hands snaking underneath to curl his fingers over Brantley’s shoulders. It took effort not to make the bedsprings squeak, but he managed, rocking his hips, fucking Brantley with long, deep strokes that had them both panting even as they kept the noise to a minimum.
“You ready to come?” he whispered in Brantley’s ear.
Brantley’s response came as he turned his head, nodded, then found Reese’s mouth with his own.
Making love to Brantley, tongues dueling, hearts pounding, Reese brought them both to climax.
The best Christmas present yet.
*
Brantley wouldn’t lie, he’d been eyeballing RTand Z the entire drive from Cindy’s house to the Sniper 1 Security building.
“I might just hafta get me one of those,” he told Reese when they pulled into the parking garage behind Z’s Yamaha YZF-R1 supersport bike and RT’s Kawasaki Ninja H2R.
“A motorcycle?” Reese snorted. “You’d kill yourself first chance you got.”
“I was a SEAL, you know.”
“Which translates to king of the adrenaline rush.”
“I can hold my own, thank you very much.”
Reese laughed. “I have no doubt, but it’s more about you pushin’ the limit that worries me.”
Oh, how he would push the limit if he had one of those. As far as he could. And then some.
“They’ve been ridin’ those things since they were kids,” Reese explained. “RT’s whole family’s got ’em.”
Considering how sleek and sexy they were—the bikes, not the men … although they weren’t half-bad, just not nearly as sexy as Reese—Brantley understood. Growing up in a small town, the middle child out of seven, there hadn’t been room for many vices. Brantley sometimes wondered if that was the reason he’d gone into the military. He’d already been familiar with the routine, and it gave him the freedom he wouldn’t get otherwise.
“Come on,” Reese said as he opened the truck door. “You’re the one who asked for a tour of the offices.”
Well, technically, Z had been the one to expand on their topic from dinner last night. Brantley had merely tossed the idea in there. He was curious, sure. Considering Sniper 1 Security was one of the largest and most successful private security firms in the country, he wanted to know what made it tick.
And yes, fine, he was curious about the infrastructure of a privately funded corporation of this nature. Considering he had no intention of letting the task force die, even if the governor opted to shut them down, Brantley figured the more knowledge he had, the better off they’d be.
But more accurately, he’d heard they had some super-secret spy stuff going on, and he was hoping for some firsthand access.
RT and Z were waiting at the elevators when they approached. He considered asking more questions about the motorcycles but decided to leave it alone. As much as he wanted to know, that wasn’t always a good thing. If he knew, he’d only want one, and Reese was right, pushing the envelope was his specialty. At this point in his life, Brantley probably didn’t need to take any more risks than he already did.
“You own the entire building?”
“We do,” RT answered. “Circumstance gave us a chance to redesign some of the space. We converted the ground floor to allow for customer-facing businesses like food services and retail, most on short-term leases. We have quite a few long-term leases with tenants on the lower floors. Sniper 1 now resides on the four highest floors.”
“Donuts and coffee every day,” Z joked.
“I’m bettin’ that’s a nice residual income,” Brantley mused. “The retail fronts, I mean. Not the donuts.”
“Don’t knock the donuts,” Z muttered with a chuckle.
After they all piled in, RT pressed the button for the seventh floor. “It helps, that’s for sure.”
“Do you get a lot of walk-in traffic?”
RT shook his head. “None, actually. One hundred percent of our business comes from word of mouth. Granted, it took us years to build a reputation, but now when we greet new clients, it’s because they heard about us from someone else.”
