Every fucking time… Every kiss, every touch was like the first time. It lit Brantley up from the inside out. And he fucking loved that Reese instantly gave in, softening beneath his weight, hands roaming, tongue seeking and searching.
“Fucking hell,” Brantley groaned, overwhelmed by Reese’s touch, his taste. It had been an eternity since he’d last felt him, and he hadn’t realized how much he missed this.
“Brantley,” Reese groaned, his hand palming the back of his head. “You sure you wanna do this?”
No, he wasn’t, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
“Unless you’re tellin’ me no,” he answered, nipping Reese’s bottom lip.
“Fuck,” Reese hissed, jerking Brantley, their mouths crashing together once again.
And just like that, six months’ worth of pent-up passion blazed in the swirl of their tongues and the insistent press of their hands.
Not knowing how much time they had before JJ came looking for them—it was inevitable that she would—Brantley began fumbling with Reese’s jeans. Before he could release the button, Reese was swatting his hand away, reaching for Brantley’s jeans instead.
A soft growl escaped him as he watched Reese slide down to his knees.
This was so fucking wrong. He was giving Reese the wrong impression, but Lord help him, he couldn’t resist.
“You look good down there, you know that?” he said, sliding his hand in Reese’s hair, holding firmly.
Staring up at him, Reese licked the swollen head of his cock. Brantley’s eyes glazed as the wicked heat blazed through every nerve ending, his mouth going slack as euphoria consumed him. It had been too fucking long since he’d had a mouth—thismouth—on his cock, and he wasn’t sure how the hell he’d survived it.
“Fuck, yes,” Brantley moaned, dropping his head back against the wall, savoring every second as Reese focused his full attention on licking, sucking, stroking. It was sheer perfection, the way he worshipped him. Brantley remembered every single pull of those delicious lips as he sucked him to completion, yet none of those times had felt remotely as good as this.
“Reese … oh, fuck…” Brantley’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulled as he pumped his hips.
The instant Reese surrendered control, letting Brantley use his mouth how he needed, he knew he was doomed. Although he wanted nothing more than to pretend this thing between them was over, he knew better. It was far from over.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned.
Reese squeezed the backs of his thighs, silently urging him to let go.
When he did, it was with a grunt and Reese’s name on his lips.
Twenty minutes later, after Brantley managed to regain some semblance of control, they took a plate of sandwiches to the barn. If he’d thought for one minute that no one would realize what they’d been doing, he was sorely mistaken. There was no sneaking around and getting away with anything here. The only good thing was no one dared to say anything, knowing it would embarrass Reese, which, in turn, would piss Brantley off.
“What do we have?” Brantley asked when he walked upstairs to JJ’s lair.
She was sitting at her corner desk, neck craned, a Blow Pop stick wiggling against her lip as she stared at her computer screen.
“This bastard thought he’d be sneaky,” she said, words obscured by the candy until she popped the sucker out of her mouth. “But I found him.”
“Was there ever any doubt?” he joked, sliding one of the sandwiches onto the desk.
JJ spared the paper plate a glance before turning back to the computer. “He was born Franklin Joseph Harris. Figure that’s how they came up with the name Harrison. He was adopted by the Rivers family when he was three.”
“Not related?”
JJ’s smile was smug. “Oh, he’s related, all right. His mother’s one of the maids who worked for his father.”
Brantley grunted.
“Looks as though his father’s wife took him in, somehow glossed over his past, and treated him like their own son.”
“What happened to the birth mother?”
“Deported,” JJ said with a snarl. “From what I can find, Harrison lived in Colorado until roughly nine years ago when he relocated to Texas. According to his public announcements, he wanted to make a play for a senate seat in Texas, so that’s why he came. Moved through the state from Dallas to Houston, then back up here a few months before he married Ava.”
