Reese managed to grip the door at the same time Brantley fisted his cock.
“Oh, Jesus,” he rasped when that warm, wet tongue laved the swollen head of his dick.
And then there he was, his cock tunneling into Brantley’s mouth while they stood outside the truck. Anyone who might come by wouldn’t be able to see anything because of the angle of the truck and the door blocking their view, but the fact that someone might made it all the more intense.
Reese palmed Brantley’s head, guiding him forward, his cock tunneling to the back of his throat. He gasped, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Standing watch wasn’t easy to do, but he managed to keep one eye on their surroundings while his brain went offline, focused solely on the warm drag of Brantley’s tongue along his shaft. He knew there would be more to come when they got home, but he wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.
“Fuck,” Reese whispered roughly. “Oh, fuck, Brantley.”
As though that was his cue, Brantley deep-throated him, taking him to the root, the muscles of his throat working the sensitive head. Reese gripped Brantley’s head with both hands, holding him there for long seconds as he fought the urge to come. He lost the battle long before he was ready, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care as he grunted and came right down Brantley’s throat.
“Mmm,” Brantley said, standing tall. “When we get home, I’m gonna do that again just so I can hear you say my name when you come.”
Reese grinned, tucking his spent cock away. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Chapter Two
Saturday, April 30, 2022
The dark growl of thunder rolling acrossthe sky brought Brantley out of a deep sleep. He took stock of his surroundings—the gentle turn of the ceiling fan above him, the soft pillow beneath his head, the cool sheet covering him. He stretched his legs and back as he shifted on the bed. It took him a moment to get his bearings, but it was easier than it usually was. He figured that had something to do with the familiar warmth and scent of the man sleeping beside him.
The bed jerked, causing Brantley to rouse a little more. It was then he realized Reese was thrashing in the bed, trapped in the throes of another nightmare. He’d been having them more frequently, and Brantley wasn’t sure what to make of that. While Reese seemed far more at ease when he was awake, his subconscious was clearly attempting to process something.
Brantley shifted, lightly sliding his hand over Reese’s arm, his shoulder, then across his chest. He let his palm rest heavily in the center. “You’re safe, Reese. You’re home.”
Reese’s big, hard body went stone-still, his heart pounding rapidly beneath Brantley’s palm.
“You’re safe,” he repeated, inching closer now that the danger of being punched had passed.
Another rumble of thunder rolled through, strong enough to rattle the windows. He considered checking the weather radar to see if they were under any warnings but decided against it. His only concern at the moment was for the man beside him.
Brantley pressed up against Reese’s side, touching every inch he could. “You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm,” was Reese’s only response, and it didn’t sound certain.
He propped his head on his hand, then pressed his lips to Reese’s shoulder, letting his arm relax over his chest, and brushed his thumb along Reese’s jaw. “You wanna talk about it?”
Reese’s grunt was a definite negative, and Brantley had expected no less. Neither of them preferred to talk about the traumas of their pasts. For Reese, he could’ve been reliving the time he’d spent in captivity or the night he’d taken a bullet to the chest. Both incidents kept Reese from sleeping soundly, but for the life of him, Brantley didn’t know how to help.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
“How about a distraction?” he offered, kissing Reese’s shoulder.
“Always,” Reese mumbled, his muscles relaxing.
Brantley kissed Reese’s shoulder again, lingering there as he shifted, moving over him, the warmth of Reese’s hard body seeping into him, skin to skin. Reese accepted his full weight, one arm banding around his back as the other hand cupped Brantley’s jaw and turned his head so their mouths came together.
Yes, this was Reese’s way of saying he didn’t care to talk, and Brantley respected that. They would. One day. Until then, he would show Reese without words that he was here for him, that he could and would always be exactly what he needed.
The kiss was sinfully sweet, brought on by the connection they shared. The usual urgency was absent, in its place, a yearning so deep Brantley could feel it in his chest.
“Make love to me,” Reese whispered against his lips.
Brantley lifted his head and met Reese’s gaze in the dark room. No other man from his past had ever made that request, and truthfully, he’d never expected to hear it. Coming from Reese, those were the sexiest words that’d ever been spoken.
He settled his hips squarely between Reese’s splayed thighs, their cocks rubbing together. Sheer pleasure burst in his bloodstream the same way it always did when they came together like this.
