“I could do this all damn day. Every. Fucking. Day.”
And Reese could let him because he wasn’t sure anything had ever felt so good, so right. The man had the ability to soothe him in ways he’d never experienced, and he did so simply by being there.
“I want you,” Brantley continued. “Want to taste you, touch you …fuckyou…”
Reese groaned, not caring that he was so fucking easy when it came to this, to him. Everything about this man made him feel wanted, desired. Safe.
It was then, as he slid his arms around Brantley’s back, holding tight, that he realized Brantley was his safety net. The one thing he could hold on to and manage to remain upright, both literally and metaphorically. When it had happened, he didn’t know, and whether or not it was a good thing was something he would have to think long and hard on, but not here, not now.
Shifting, he cupped Brantley’s cheek, urged his head back up, so their mouths melded together once more, and he leaned into him, getting lost in him.
“I love you,” he whispered when their lips parted.
It felt good to tell him that.
Brantley pulled back, his hands sliding over the sides of his face and holding his head. Their gazes met, held. “Love you right back.”
Oh, yeah, he could get lost in those blue-gray eyes, that raspy, dark voice, the strong, skilled hands.
And once again, they were leaning in, tongues twining, the pace leisurely.
Hands stroked, wet skin against wet skin.
As much as he wanted this to last all day, they did have to get to work, had things to accomplish. And right now, slow became counterintuitive to what his body needed. Soft moans became louder, more guttural, laced with an eager desperation.
“My turn,” Reese said firmly, sliding his hand into Brantley’s hair and tugging so his head shifted back, their eyes met.
“Your turn,” Brantley whispered, his surrender insanely hot.
All thought ceased, and sensation took over as Reese took control, turning Brantley around, working them both into a frenzy with roaming hands. He teased Brantley with probing fingers until the man was begging for more. Because he demanded so nicely, Reese gave him more, sliding deep inside him.
“Christ…” Brantley planted his palms against the tile, pushing back against him. “Fuck me, Reese. Fuck mehard. You feel so … damn … good.”
Brantley always said shit like that, and in the beginning, Reese had thought they were simply filler words. A plea to get him to hurry up, move things along. But he realized that wasn’t the case because Brantley never tried to rush him. It was as though he was surrendering, something the man did so rarely.
Gripping Brantley’s hips, Reese positioned him for a better angle as he began pumping his hips, sliding into the blistering-hot depths of his body. Slow at first, then faster until the world seemed to have paused and the only thing moving was him as he drove himself to completion, spurred on by Brantley’s deep moans and sexy grunts.
“Fuck … gonna … oh. Fuck. Yes.” Brantley growled low in his throat. “Come.”
The last word and the tight clasp of Brantley’s ass on his cock triggered his release. Reese slammed home as he let out a deep, bellowing roar to signal the orgasm that all but obliterated him.
An hour later, Reese found himself sitting beside JJ at the breakfast bar while she and Brantley razzed one another over who should be allowed to keep Reese in the long run. Like he was a pet to be passed around.
“It’s only fair, Walker,” JJ argued. “You get to keep him Monday through Friday. I should have him on the weekends.” She picked up a piece of crisp bacon, bit off half of it, spoke again. “I deserve someone who’ll cook for me.”
Brantley barked a laugh. “Do you now?”
“Yes.” She smiled over at Reese. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“If I understand correctly, Baz cooks for you,” Reese countered.
“He does,” she agreed, nodding. “But it’s not the same.”
“Why’s that?”
JJ’s gaze dropped to her plate, and she shrugged.
Reese knew better than to interrogate her about her on-again-off-again relationship with Sebastian Buchanan. At the moment, things between her and Baz were tense, and he knew it had everything to do with Molly Ryan, the woman who was having Baz’s baby. With only six weeks until the due date, Reese had noticed JJ was beginning to pull away from Baz, if not physically, then at least emotionally.
