When his lips trailed along the fine hair that dipped into Reese’s waistband, all those sleek muscles in Reese’s abdomen tightened. Brantley sat on his haunches, straddling Reese’s thighs, and watched his face as he began unbuttoning Reese’s jeans.
“I could do anything I want to you right now,” Brantley mused.
“Anything,” Reese echoed, smiling. “And not just right now.”
Yeah, he suspected that was the truth. There was so much trust in Reese’s gaze, it humbled him beyond measure.
Once Reese’s jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, Brantley dipped his fingertips into the waistband of Reese’s boxers, brushing the swollen head of his cock.
Reese sighed, his eyes closing.
He teased him for long minutes, grateful some of Reese’s stress from earlier had vanished. Once Reese was completely relaxed, Brantley took his thick, heavy cock in his mouth, licking, laving, sucking until he was tense and trembling, but this time for an entirely different reason. Only when he was drawn tight as a bow did Brantley send him careening over the edge and into the abyss.
***
“Where are you goin’?” Reese asked whenBrantley got to his feet, leaving him in a boneless, sated heap on the couch.
“I’ve got some research to do.”
Reese twisted his body, attempting to follow Brantley with his gaze. The task was impossible when Brantley headed for the stairs.
“That’s not fair!” Reese shouted after him, yanking his jeans up. “I didn’t get to return the favor.”
“I’m ready whenever you are, Tavoularis,” Brantley called back.
Chuckling, Reese managed to right his clothes while his labored breaths evened out. He’d been hoping to get in on the action, but it appeared Brantley had other things to do. That or he was fucking with him. Reese knew it was entirely possible he could go upstairs and find Brantley naked in his office, cock in hand. He loved that about him, the spontaneity. It kept him on his toes.
Unfortunately, Brantley wasn’t naked, and he wasn’t teasing himself while waiting for Reese to join him.
“One second, my dick is in your mouth; the next, your face is buried in your computer screen,” he mumbled, stopping in the doorway and leaning against the jamb.
“What can I say? I’m an enigma.”
Reese laughed, realizing the tension in his shoulders was gone entirely. But that tension had been replaced by an overwhelming need to get his hands on Brantley, to bring the man to orgasm with his mouth and hands. He felt he’d been on the receiving end a little too much as of late. He needed to find a way to turn the tables and get Brantley beneath him for a change.
“I wish like fuck Luca would get me that information,” Brantley said, fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. He huffed. “I hate to say this, but we might need JJ’s help on this.”
“Not an option,” Reese said quickly.
“If you’re worried that she’ll judge you, you—”
“She’s meetin’ Baz’s parents today,” Reese inserted, effectively cutting him off.
Brantley’s gaze shifted from the computer to him, his eyebrows lifting. “That’s right. She is.”
“Which means gettin’ her help isn’t an option. JJ and Baz need this time together.”
Brantley’s smirk was slow and sexy, his amusement not so much.
“And notonlybecause I’d prefer to keep the hunt for my mother’s former lover a secret,” Reese tacked on. “We’re on our own for this one.”
One of Brantley’s eyebrows arched. “What about Luca? I could call him. Tell him it’s urgent.”
“We’re not draggin’ his ass over here on a Saturday so you can disrupt his date with your cousin. He’ll get to it when he gets to it.”
Brantley rolled his eyes.
Reese grinned. “We might not be computer geniuses, but I think we can handle findin’ one man.”
