Tuesday, September 7, 2021
When Brantley opened his eyes on Tuesdaymorning, he didn’t immediately get out of bed. He remained just as he was, on his back, listening to the sounds of the house. Reese was breathing heavily beside him, the ceiling fan turning overhead. Other than that, he didn’t hear much of anything, and he realized he’d gotten used to the quiet, to the calm.
He liked it, actually.
He honest-to-God liked where he was at in his life. Reese living with him, sharing his bed every night. Them working together.
Sure, he missed his days in the Teams, but he suspected that would always be the case. Brantley hadn’t left because he wanted to, but he was adapting to the curveball life had thrown him.
Of course, his brain instantly replayed the argument in the barn yesterday…
Okay, so he wouldn’t be able to take the quiet for granted since it wasn’t a guarantee, but at least he could enjoy it at home. Work would always be a different story.
“What’s on your mind?” a soft, rumbling voice sounded beside him.
“Just enjoyin’ the solitude for a minute.”
“Mmm.” Reese moved closer, his hand sliding down Brantley’s stomach, inching lower.
Oh, yeah. This was something else he was coming to enjoy immensely, too.
Brantley gave a growl of encouragement, urging Reese to keep going even as Brantley tossed the comforter away.
When Reese’s long fingers circled his cock, Brantley groaned softly, relaxing into the mattress as a sensual heat replaced the quiet comfort of the morning.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispered, pumping his hips, gently fucking Reese’s hand, creating more friction.
Admittedly, he loved when Reese woke up like this, although these encounters had lessened in recent months. As of late, Reese seemed distracted, secretive almost. There were times Brantley would catch him looking at his phone only to hurriedly tuck it away if Brantley came near. He figured it was his own insecurities getting the best of him, so Brantley had opted not to bring it up. The last thing he wanted to do was to jinx what they had, especially since the rough edges seemed to be smoothing out the longer they were together.
Reese’s hand tightened on his shaft, stroking firmly.
Brantley focused his full attention on the hand job, letting the sensations build within him, the electrical energy that ignited in his spine growing brighter, hotter until he couldn’t refrain any longer. He jerked his hips, meeting the urgent grip of Reese’s palm until the release barreled through him, dragging a ragged growl from his chest.
When he was replete, he grinned over at Reese. “That’s one helluva way to wake up.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll repay the favor in the shower.”
“On your knees,” Reese added with a grunt.
Brantley grinned.
Oh, yeah. He definitely liked Reese like this in the morning.
Two hours later, after a ten-mile run, an equally energetic encounter in the shower, and a breakfast of oatmeal and fruit—during which Brantley bitched the entire time—they joined the team in the barn.
Baz and JJ were already there, seemingly cozy in the kitchen, making coffee.
When they saw there were others there, they pulled apart quickly, as though they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t.
“Got a secret to share?” Brantley probed, curious as to what was going on.
“What?” JJ stepped back. “No secrets. Why would you say that?”
Brantley frowned, watching his best friend as she retreated completely. When he looked back at Baz, he got a shrug for an answer.
“I will never understand women,” Brantley muttered when Baz slipped out, leaving him to pour his coffee.
