“My turn,” Reese said when Brantley emerged from the bathroom a minute later.
He could see the outline of Brantley’s erection straining against the black tactical pants he wore. The smirk that formed was ridiculously sexy. “Oh, yeah? And what did you have in mind?”
Rather than tell him, Reese took Brantley’s hand and led him over to the small armchair in the corner. He turned Brantley around to face him, then proceeded to pull his shirt up over his head, tossing it behind him carelessly. He met Brantley’s gaze, smiling as he leaned in and kissed him, working open his pants and freeing his cock.
The kiss blazed with passion, Brantley tilting his head, changing the angle, their tongues thrashing as adrenaline—fueled by lust—flooded Reese’s bloodstream. He knew he would never get enough of this man.
When it was clear Brantley was about to take control, Reese forced himself to stop. He tore his mouth away, content that Brantley was breathing as hard as he was.
“Have a seat,” he ordered, taking a step back.
Brantley’s eyes remained locked on his face as he eased down into the chair, his knees spread wide, his cock standing up proudly. His pants shackled his ankles, but Brantley didn’t seem to care as he got comfortable, a silent invitation burning in his blue-gray eyes.
Reese was pretty sure he’d never seen a more prime specimen in his entire life. Brantley’s body was a masterpiece of hard angles and smooth planes. He loved looking at him when he was bare-chested, seeing how his abs clenched and relaxed, all that lean muscle shifting and bunching.
Without preamble, Reese lowered to his knees before him, positioning himself between Brantley’s legs as best he could with his pants still wrapped around his ankles. He figured it was only fair since he’d been hindered the same way a few minutes ago.
“Ah, hell,” Brantley groaned when Reese took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the wide crest, lapping at the precum pooling on the tip.
Reese hummed, knowing it would send vibrations along Brantley’s shaft, earning him another garbled groan.
“You’re so fuckin’ good at that,” Brantley growled, his voice a dark rumble. “Suck me.”
He settled into the movements, bobbing his head up and down as he slowly worked Brantley higher and higher. Like Brantley had done, Reese kept his pace slow, not wanting to rush. He’d always known sex was a stress reliever, but he’d never realized he could get as much satisfaction from sucking Brantley’s cock. There was something ridiculously hot about having a man like Brantley surrender to him like this.
A heavy hand curled over his head as Brantley began to thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deep into Reese’s throat.
“God, yes. That mouth … so fuckin’ hot. Suck me, Reese. I wanna come down your throat.”
And yes, he loved that Brantley had become so verbal during their encounters. He never held back, telling Reese exactly what he liked, what he wanted.
Minutes ticked by as Reese alternated between sucking and licking. Every so often, he would fondle Brantley’s balls, teasing lightly, not wanting this to end too soon. He could feel the tension coiling in Brantley’s body, his thigh muscles tightening as his balls drew up tight to his body, his abs more defined as he fought the inevitable.
“Take all of me,” Brantley insisted, his hand pushing Reese’s head down. “To the back of your throat.”
Reese gave him what he wanted, taking the head of Brantley’s cock into his throat. He gagged and pulled back, repeated the motion again and again. The man was too big—both long and thick—but he gave it his all, and it had the desired result because Brantley was panting and moaning, his hands fisting Reese’s hair roughly as he began fucking his face, chasing his orgasm.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned. “I’m gonna come right down your throat.”
A second later, he did, and it filled Reese with so much satisfaction he was almost positive the earth moved.
Chapter Fifteen
Brantley strolled into the restaurant with Reeseat his side. He followed the line to the cashier set up to take their money before they entered the all-you-can-eat buffet that the team had adopted as their go-to dinner place whenever they were in town.
He didn’t see the appeal—the food was mediocre at best—but he understood the reasoning. It was a relatively inexpensive way to feed them all and cover all the various food bases while they were at it. With tonight’s specials being prime ribandkung pao chicken, who could go wrong?
Brantley wasn’t surprised that the cashier recognized him, offering a toothy grin as she rang them up and gave him the receipt.
Another half hour passed while everyone arrived, then made a pass around the multiple food stations and grabbed what they wanted to start with. It wasn’t until they’d all taken their seats that Brantley skimmed the faces at the table, realizing they’d not only adopted a restaurant but a seating chart as well. He wondered if that was intentional or if they merely gravitated to their placements naturally.
Since the restaurant didn’t have sections set up for large parties, they’d pulled four tables together, making a space large enough for the twelve of them to spread out comfortably. Brantley was at one end, positioned so he could see all the exits and everyone in the place. Reese was across from him, already making a dent in his enormous salad.
JJ was sitting next to Brantley, on his right, with an eclectic mix of food—a taquito, an egg roll, and chicken noodle soup—plus cherry cobbler for dessert in front of her. Across from JJ, Deck, with what appeared to be a vegetarian assortment—odd, but okay—was seated next to Reese, then Elana beside him, starting with soup and bread. Evan, with a porterhouse the size of Texas, was sitting beside Baz, who was the only other one acting like an adult besides Reese, starting with a salad.
Across from Evan was Slade digging into his standard double cheeseburger and fries. Next to him was Luca, who had yet to get food. Across from Luca was an empty chair where Becs would sit once she returned from the salad bar. Holly was next to her brother, Darius across from her, with a plate so full Brantley wasn’t sure he’d eaten anytime in the past two weeks.
While Brantley ate his chicken fried chicken, he picked up on bits and pieces of the conversation taking place. Nothing overly heavy, primarily discussions about the drive up from Coyote Ridge, the traffic that was endured. As the minutes ticked by and the food was put away, the team lightened up, the mood shifting to friendly. Jokes and laughter ensued, and Brantley realized he’d come to enjoy these dinners. More accurately, he’d come to think of this team as a family in the time they’d been together.
