“And how do you propose we do that?”
“Well, I think it might help if we check out the last known address for that travel agency. There’s a good chance he had neighbors. Might’ve even kept in touch with them.”
Brantley leaned back in his chair, angled his head as though studying him. “So, what you’re sayin’ is I just needed to suck your dick to kickstart your brain?”
Reese barked a laugh, completely shocked by that statement, although he wasn’t sure why.
Brantley’s answering smile said it had hit the mark, and Reese realized the man was still handling him, doing whatever it took to keep his mind off of what had happened earlier.
One of the many,manyreasons he loved this man.
Reese pushed off the doorjamb, moving into Brantley’s office. When he moved to the side of the desk, Brantley followed his movements by turning his chair.
Reese held out his hand, waited for Brantley to take it. When he did, he tugged, urging him to his feet.
“Where’re we goin’?”
“Youare gonna sit down on this couch,” Reese told him, leading him to the black leather sofa.
Before Brantley could flop down, Reese grabbed the waistband of his jeans, fumbled with the button, freeing it.
“Whatcha doin’, Tavoularis?”
“Takin’ what belongs to me,” he said, looking down as he freed Brantley’s cock from the confines of his jeans.
He shoved the denim down Brantley’s lean hips until it was around his thighs. Reese looked up, smiled at Brantley, then pushed on his chest, sending him down to the couch with a grunt.
“You think puttin’mydick inyourmouth’ll kickstartmybrain?”
Reese chuckled. “It’s worth a try, don’t you think?”
Brantley appeared to consider that, tilting his head to the side before finally saying, “Eh. Worth a shot.”
“Challenge accepted.”
The moment Reese took Brantley’s cock in his mouth, that devil-may-care attitude faded away. Reese hummed and sucked, worshiping the man the same way Brantley did him. He took his time, ensuring not to send Brantley over the edge too quickly, wanting it to be as good for him.
“Fuck,” Brantley whispered, palming Reese’s head, holding him still as he rocked his hips. “Your mouth … I fuckin’ love your mouth.”
Reese bobbed his head, taking him to the root, sucking more insistently.
“Reese…” Brantley’s palms tightened on his head, effectively stilling him. “Lemme fuck your face.”
Heat zinged down Reese’s spine at the crudeness of the comment, but he remained still as Brantley began driving his hips up, fucking Reese’s mouth while mumbling his name again and again.
“Oh, fuck … too good.” Brantley fisted Reese’s hair hard enough to send a pain so sharp it bordered on pleasure shooting through his scalp. “Oh, God!” Brantley drove deep into Reese’s throat and growled. “Oh, fuck … swallow.”
The instant Reese did, Brantley bellowed, shooting right down his throat.
“I’m not sure … about bringin’ … mental clarity,” Brantley huffed and panted, sliding his hands over Reese’s head as he sat up. “But fuck me … that was … fuckin’ incredible.”
Reese couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Eight
“I have to admit, I’m a littlesurprised by you.”
JJ glanced over at Baz, who was looking all kinds of sexy behind the wheel of his truck. She couldn’t explain why she found him so hot, regardless of what he was doing, but she did. Perhaps it sounded a little creepy, but now that she’d met Baz’s father, she found him even hotter. If he aged as well as Wes had, he would only get more handsome in the coming years.
