Reese cut his eyes to the sexy man strolling beside him, attempting to read his expression in the shadows cast by the single light behind them. “You said I had to do seven in a row. There was nothin’ ’bout more than that.”
“We both know you had more in you.”
“Maybe, but I didn’t wanna make Sawyer cry.”
Brantley’s chuckle was soft and sexy. “There for a minute, I thought he might.”
Reese grinned, drawing air deep into his lungs when Brantley’s hand brushed his. As they walked, he could feel the heat beginning to churn in his veins, warming his blood and making his head spin with anticipation. He knew what was coming, and he could honestly say he was so fucking ready. Quite the opposite of what would’ve happened a year ago if he’d been in this same situation. But now, with Brantley back in it, his world had righted itself. Learning to accept who he was and what he wanted had taken time, but he’d managed to get to a good place.
Clearly taking his silence for concern, Brantley asked, “You sure you’re up for this?”
Reaching over, Reese took Brantley’s hand and moved it to the front of his jeans, letting the man feel just howup for thishe really was. Hell, he’d been sporting a hard-on since Brantley made the offer. Not an easy thing to deal with when bowling, which was likely the real reason he hadn’t gotten another strike after the seventh despite Brantley’s unwavering faith that he could have.
Brantley stopped in front of the truck and turned to face him. With practiced ease, he had Reese backed against the grill in an instant. The streetlamp that shone on the cars at the front of the lot cast just enough glow to let Reese see Brantley’s blue-gray eyes and the glitter of promise in them.
They flashed even hotter when Brantley said, “Do you know how fuckin’ bad I want you right now?”
“I’ve got some idea,” Reese countered, gripping Brantley’s hips and pulling him forward, letting him feel the evidence of his arousal.
“I like that the feelin’s mutual,” Brantley growled softly, leaning into him.
So did Reese. Hell, he felt like a randy teenager. He couldn’t remember a time when anyone had turned him on the way Brantley did. Didn’t matter that they were in a public place or that anyone could come around the corner of the building and see them. The only thing he wanted was to feel Brantley’s mouth on him. Every-damn-where.
Reese hissed when Brantley gripped his hair and tugged his head back.
“You’re lucky we’re in public right now,” Brantley mumbled against his neck.
“You call this lucky?” he teased, grinding his hips to Brantley’s so their denim-covered erections were trapped between them. “Because it feels more like need than luck to me.”
The man’s smirk was sinful.
“I won’t lie,” Brantley said, his voice low. “I like this side of you.”
The side Brantley was referring to was the one that had come out of its shell in recent months. Since returning to Coyote Ridge, back to the man he’d hurt with his actions, Reese had felt like a new man. Gone was the hesitance that had come with learning that he was gay. Reese no longer cared what others thought because their opinions didn’t matter. The only person whose opinion he cared about was standing just a few inches in front of him. That in itself was a blessing considering Reese had damn near fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to him. Thankfully, Brantley had forgiven him and the past was now behind them.
Feeling bold, Reese leaned in and nipped Brantley’s jaw, speaking close to his ear. “You gonna keep talkin’? Or maybe you could put that mouth to good use.”
Brantley huffed a laugh, but then he leaned in and crushed his lips to Reese’s.
And just like that, the world fell away. The only thing in Reese’s orbit was the man he loved and that devilish tongue that swept right into his mouth. He groaned, letting Brantley know just how good it felt to be kissed. It didn’t hurt that Brantley’s hands were rough, his motions jerky, signifying just how much he wanted this. The chemistry between them was intensifying the longer they were together, growing more potent by the second. It was a heady feeling to know someone wanted you as much as you wanted them. Especially someone like Brantley, the man who was always in control. Reese fucking loved that he could strip that control from him so easily.
They remained like that, standing in the shadows at the side of the building, making out, hands groping, tongues dueling. It took tremendous restraint to remember that they were still in public, and there was a very good chance the bowling alley had security cameras.
When Brantley pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
“Get in the truck, Tavoularis.”
Chuckling, Reese managed to make his way to the truck’s passenger side, his cock so hard it hurt. His jeans had gotten significantly tighter since they’d come outside, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to sit down. At least not until some of the blood that had pooled between his legs dispersed to other parts of his body.
When he opened the passenger door, he realized Brantley was behind him, adjusting himself as he gripped the door with one hand. The grimace on his face told Reese he was feeling the same discomfort. Reese was on the verge of telling Brantley to hightail it home so they could pick up where they’d left off but bit back the words at the last second. Brantley had admitted he liked this side of him, and Reese did not want to let him think he’d lost his nerve.
Instead, he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper before turning to face him. When he met Brantley’s gaze, he noticed he was watching him intently, those steel-blue eyes dark as the night that enveloped them.
“We’re not leavin’ until you fulfill that promise you made,” Reese said smoothly, sliding his hand into his boxers and gripping his cock firmly.
Brantley’s gaze followed the movement of his hand even as he stepped forward, shielding Reese’s body from anyone who might be in the parking lot.
“I’ve been lookin’ forward to it all damn night,” Brantley whispered, grinning before he squatted down before him. “You might wanna keep an eye out for security.”
