“I can’t stop,” Reese groaned. “Oh, fuck … Brantley!”
Reese’s cock jerked in his fist as cum shot onto their naked chests. Brantley couldn’t hold back, growling roughly as he followed him right over.
Chapter Sixteen
TREY SAT ON THE EDGE OFMAGNUS’Sliving room sofa, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
He’d spent the better part of the last two hours with Magnus, helping him with the dogs while Gia and her husband, Randy, went home to get some rest. Magnus had called in a couple of people to keep watch on the dogs tonight, telling Trey he wanted to be available in the event they found Ava. The man was convinced they would.
Trey wished he could be as optimistic. He’d spent the past year and a half of his life working these cases, hating it more and more with every passing minute. It wasn’t that he felt he wasn’t making a contribution, because he was. He did have the highest close rate of the team when it came to the cold cases they were working. What they didn’t realize when they were patting him on the back and offering high fives to celebrate another accomplishment was that Trey was slowly dying inside.
He hated the task force.
Hated it with a ferocity that bordered on crazy.
Trey had no idea how people could do this. How they could be expected to live a relatively normal life when there was someone else’s life that could precariously hang in the balance while Trey was having dinner or taking a shower or, heaven forbid, having a beer at the bar. His brain told him he needed to be focused and working at all times, that someone needed him while his body begged and pleaded for him to take a breather.
If he didn’t work for his brother, if he didn’t worry Brantley would think he was a pussy, Trey would’ve quit a long time ago. Instead, he found himself in the same predicament once again, feeling guilty because he was sitting down while someone else might need his vigilance.
“Why don’t you sleep in my bed? I’ll take the couch,” Magnus said, his voice little more than a hoarse, withering growl. It was obvious exhaustion was settling in.
Trey lifted his head, stared at Magnus. “I can’t do that.”
He didn’t want to ogle the man’s bare chest or admire his abdomen’s lean muscles, that deep V that dipped into the waistband of the shorts he’d changed into. Unfortunately, want had gone out the window a long fucking time ago.
They remained like that for too many heartbeats to count, Magnus standing there looking sinfully delicious, Trey keeping himself in check by ensuring his ass remained planted on the cushion.
“Trey.”
He forced his gaze upward, met Magnus’s eyes. The stare captivated, distracted him enough he didn’t realize Magnus had just shoved his shorts down his hips, letting them pool at his feet. The moment it registered, he looked down, drew in a shuddering breath when he saw Magnus’s cock bobbing proudly out from his body. His mouth watered; his fingers itched. He wanted to taste and touch in equal measure, wanted to fondle and tease until neither of them knew their own name.
Magnus moved first, closing the small distance between them as he skirted the coffee table, pushing it back with his legs, then stopped directly in front of Trey.
Driven purely by his hunger for this man, Trey reached for him, settling his hands on Magnus’s hips as he stared up into those gorgeous hazel eyes. Content Magnus was watching him, Trey lowered his head, pressed his lips to Magnus’s stomach. He felt the muscles tense beneath his ministrations. He kneaded Magnus’s hips lightly as he dragged his lips and tongue over the smooth expanse of his stomach, following the hard lines of his abs, memorizing every inch of him.
He shifted one hand over Magnus’s steely erection, pressing it flat to his stomach, and licked the tip every so often while he continued to kiss.
Magnus’s hands curled around Trey’s head, his fingers linking into Trey’s hair and tugging lightly. His hair had grown out in the past year, and every time he thought to cut it, he recalled how Magnus’s fingers felt tugging on it. It bordered on too long now, and his family had started giving him shit, but Trey didn’t care.
Trey dragged his tongue over the swollen head of Magnus’s dick, teased the crest, then kissed his stomach again. He alternated like that for long minutes, spurred by Magnus’s deep, ragged breaths.
“Oh, fuck me,” Magnus groaned when Trey sucked the head between his lips. “Oh, fuck, Trey.”
Magnus’s fingers dragged through Trey’s hair, down his back, urging him closer. Trey let him lead, taking Magnus in his mouth, dipping his head down to suck the entire length along the flat of his tongue. He lifted his head, lowered it again, all the while Magnus rocked toward him.
“Oh, God, Trey … it feels … your mouth feels so good.”
He worshipped Magnus’s cock, content to be right here in this moment, needing it for as long as it would last. He wanted to banish all other thoughts from his head, to forget the reason he was here in the first place.
“Trey … keep it up, I’m gonna come in your mouth,” Magnus grunted, his hand fisting in Trey’s hair.
Trey took him to the back of his throat, drew on him harder as he lifted his head. He was on a mission, one that involved making this man cry out his name when the pleasure consumed him. Over and over, he worked him until Magnus was thrusting his hips forward, fucking Trey’s face in an attempt to reach that razor-sharp edge that would signify he was seconds from that satisfying freefall.
“Trey!” Magnus’s shout echoed in the space as his cock pulsed violently in Trey’s mouth, splashing his throat as he sucked him dry.
When he pulled back, he stared up at Magnus, saw the gleam in his eyes, the satisfaction, and he knew it was futile to try to resist this man. He’d been doing it for so long it had become second nature, but he was tired of fighting it.
So fucking tired.
