Brantley choked back the emotion clogging his airway while Reese slid the ring on his finger. He hadn’t expected it, but he knew he would wear that damn thing with pride for the rest of his life.
Once it was settled on his finger, he palmed the side of Reese’s face and drew him closer. Leaning forward, he kissed him softly, smiling as he did.
“I hope you haven’t given much thought to a wedding,” he whispered against Reese’s mouth.
Reese pulled back, looked up at him. “Maybe a little. Why?”
“Because we’re gonna have little say in the matter.”
“Why’s that?”
He chuckled. “Between JJ and my mother…”
Brantley could already see it now. His mother and JJ joined at the hip as they prepped and planned for the big day. It was going to be a nightmare, but as he stared back at the man in front of him, Brantley knew he would weather any storm for this man. Even Tropical Storm Iris and Hurricane JJ.
“Enough said.” Reese laughed. “Just as long as there’s a wedding.”
“Oh, there will definitely be a wedding.” The likes of which this town had never seen if Brantley knew JJ.
Brantley thumbed the ring on his finger, and the significance of this moment settled over him, heating the blood in his veins and coiling every muscle in his body. He reached for Reese’s hand as he surged to his feet, pulling Reese with him.
“Come on before I fuck you right there on that table.”
Reese laughed, the sound following him as Brantley dragged him into the house. He gave Reese enough time to slide the back door closed as he considered which direction to go. Did he bend Reese over the counter and fuck him in the kitchen? Or maybe he could turn him over the couch and take him there. Hell, there was enough adrenaline in his veins, he could fuck Reese up against the wall and never tire.
Although he liked the idea of all those options, he tightened his grip on Reese’s hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. They’d christen those rooms soon enough. Right now, he wanted to take this man to their bed and make love to him the right way.
No sooner did he cross the threshold into the bedroom than Brantley found himself on the receiving end of Reese’s kiss. No man had ever ripped the control away from him so completely, so thoroughly. Then again, there’d never been a man Brantley wanted to relinquish that control to.
No one but Reese.
“My turn,” Reese grumbled as he yanked Brantley’s shirt up.
“Your turn,” Brantley agreed, helping him to discard the shirt, followed by the rest of their clothes, which landed in a heap on the floor at their feet.
As soon as they were naked, Reese manhandled him down to the bed, and while Brantley put up some resistance—it was in his nature—he finally gave in, falling onto the mattress with Reese coming over him. He welcomed the weight of him as Reese’s naked body settled over his, their lips melded, the kiss one for the record books.
Just when he thought they were going to get down to business, Reese threw a wrench in his plans, forcing him to turn over onto his stomach before straddling his thighs. Hard hands gripped his shoulders, kneading him into submission. Brantley moaned, his full attention on Reese’s hot skin pressed to his back, his heavy cock settling against his ass.
“If you’re gonna take me,” Brantley taunted, “you better do it hard and fast.”
Reese chuckled, his lips dragging over Brantley’s shoulder, inching lower. “You’re not in charge here, navy boy.”
Brantley laughed, but it was extinguished on a rough growl when Reese’s lips trailed down his spine. He kissed his way lower, making Brantley’s skin prickle with awareness. When Reese bit his ass cheek, he groaned. And when Reese’s tongue glided along the crack of his ass, teasing him, Brantley’s breath lodged in his throat as pleasure assaulted him.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered when Reese’s tongue rimmed his most sensitive flesh. Brantley pulled his knees beneath him, assuming the position, urging Reese to continue.
He relaxed, Reese’s sensual assault making his muscles go lax even as his cock throbbed painfully, a desperate need to be fucked consuming him. He choked down the commands that were as natural as breathing and let Reese maintain control. His hands pressed roughly to Brantley’s ass cheeks, spreading him wide as he tongued his hole, making his cock weep with excitement.
When two lubed fingers replaced Reese’s tongue, Brantley realized he was panting, a sense of urgency claiming him. He wanted Reese inside him. He wanted to feel the man deep in his soul.
There were no questions, no comments, just the riot of Brantley’s erratic heartbeat pounding in his ear as Reese settled over him a minute later, his cock pushing insistently against him.
Goose bumps broke out on his skin when Reese sank in deep, a rough, bellowing groan coming from the man’s chest.
“Fuck,” Reese hissed. “You feel too damn good.”
Brantley pressed his chest to the mattress, held himself still as Reese sank in to the hilt, stretching him wide. An erotic bite of pain morphed almost instantly into pleasure as Reese began to move. He didn’t go slow, but he didn’t rush. He fucked him thoroughly, his fingers curling over Brantley’s shoulders, keeping him in place, forcing him to take every delicious impalement.
