“Your mouth…” he rasped. “So … fucking…” Reese grunted when Brantley moaned, the vibrations traveling up his dick and into his balls. He groaned roughly, punching his hips forward and coming with a violent shudder.
Brantley slowly stood, leaned into him, and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Better?”
“Definitely.” Reese hugged him, holding on tight as he came down from that intense rush.
He felt the warmth of Brantley’s breath against his ear. “The next time you’re cookin’, I expect you to remember the way my cock felt inside you.”
Reese groaned, then a laugh escaped.
He got the feeling that was exactly what he would be doing for the foreseeable future.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Thursday, April 14, 2022
TREY WALKED INTOMOONSHINERS ONTHURSDAY NIGHT, grateful to find the place was nearly empty.
He stopped at the bar, ordered a beer from Rafe Sharpe, then sauntered back to where Brantley and Reese were sitting at a table. He could tell by their expressions that they weren’t sure why Trey had asked them here. Sure, he’d been vague about his reasons, but Trey knew it was time to be honest with Brantley. He had an excuse for why he wasn’t at work right now—helping with Camp K-9 while Magnus was taking care of Ava—but soon enough, he would have to make a choice. He told himself on the drive over that it was now or never.
“Hey,” he greeted, pulling out a chair and easing into it.
“How’s Ava?” Reese asked.
“She’s doin’ all right. Slow goin’.”
It had been nearly a month since they’d found Ava at Gloria Steiner’s. Four solid weeks of recovery both mentally and physically after her ordeal. They’d been through a lot already, and Trey knew it wasn’t over. They had a long way to go before Ava was back to living a full life, but things were steadily progressing.
“And you?” Brantley asked. “You ready to come back to the task force yet?”
Trey took a pull on his beer, held his brother’s gaze. He’d taken the last month off from working with the task force, filling in at Camp K-9 to pass the time. He found the work enjoyable, and after a brief conversation with Magnus, he’d come to a decision.
Hence the reason he was here.
“You’re not comin’ back,” Brantley stated, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment.
“I’m not, no.”
He expected Brantley to blast him for abandoning the team, but it didn’t come. The longer his brother sat there, staring back at him, the more unease he felt.
“Look. I know—”
“This is a good thing,” Brantley interrupted. “Even I know that.”
Trey frowned, feeling a tad defensive. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You might not give me much credit, but I’m pretty astute,” Brantley said with a smirk. “I’m damn good at readin’ a man and I knew you hated it.”
“I did,” he admitted with defeat. “I fuckin’ hated it.”
“It’s not easy,” Reese inserted. “Takes a lot out of you.”
Trey nodded.
“So you’re workin’ with the dogs now?” Brantley inquired, sipping his beer, continuing to stare at Trey as though he was unearthing his deepest, darkest secrets with only his eyes.
“I am.”
“It’s what you wanna do?”
