Brantley knew just what he needed. He released Reese’s cock and gripped his hips, urging Reese to lift himself up.
When Reese leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed beside Brantley’s head, Brantley held tight to his hips and drove his own up, impaling Reese. Again and again, he fucked Reese from beneath him, taking what was rightfully his. This man. His body, his heart, his very soul … Brantley had claimed that a long time ago, and he would never let him go. Not in this lifetime.
His hips pistoned as he drove them both to the sharp-edged cliff that would take them into ecstasy. He fought to hold on, needing it to last another second, two. He never wanted this feeling to end, never wanted to lose what they shared because it was the most he’d felt in his entire existence.
Reese reached between them and gripped his cock, jerking himself harder, his eyes closing, head tilting back while Brantley continued to bottom out inside him, driving his hips up, delving as deep as he could.
Seeing Reese like that, hovering above him, in the throes of passion, set Brantley off. He drove into him once, twice…
The instant Reese let himself go with a choked cry, Brantley impaled him one final time, driving in as deep as he could go and coming so hard he was pretty sure he blacked out for a moment.
***
After one of the most intense experiencesof his life, Reese figured a shower was in order. He extricated himself from Brantley’s hold, went to the bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth. He wet it with warm water then took it to Brantley before returning to the bathroom. He didn’t linger in the shower, but he cleaned up, grateful—and quite frankly, surprised—his legs were strong enough to keep him upright.
Afterward, Reese returned to the bedroom to retrieve his clothes, expecting to find Brantley dressed and ready to head out again. He couldn’t have been more wrong. The man was in the bed, this time propped up on the pillow, the blankets shoved to the floor, still gloriously naked.
Reese couldn’t resist joining him when Brantley patted the mattress beside him in invitation.
As he had many times before, he moved in close, resting his head on Brantley’s chest, draping his arm over his stomach, a leg over his thigh. It was a peaceful position, one he’d never imagined himself being in. Not before he’d met Brantley, that was. From this spot, he could soak up Brantley’s warmth, inhale his rich, musky scent, and comfort himself with the steady thump of his heart.
Brantley’s arm came around his back, his fingers teasing lightly over his shoulder, down his arm. “Should we talk now?”
Reese smiled. “I think you said everything you needed to say.”
“You sure?”
“Hmm. I might need to have the same conversation a couple of times to ensure I caught every word.”
Brantley grunted a laugh. “Is that right?”
Reese patted Brantley’s stomach. “Later, though. Much later.”
Brantley chuckled, a soft sound that resounded against Reese’s ear.
Neither of them spoke for the longest time, the steady hum of the air conditioning unit the only sound in the room.
“I didn’t know she was gonna be there,” Reese finally said, knowing they did have to address what had happened back at Max’s house.
“How could you know?” Brantley sounded flippant. “And I told you, it’s all in the past.”
Reese wasn’t so sure about that. Sure, it seemed as though Brantley had forgiven him for meeting Madison for dinner, but he hadn’t forgiven anyone for the fact that they’d left Reese to take a bullet and nearly die. He’d sensed the man’s fury when he’d called Max to the carpet.
“I wasn’t tryin’ to be her white knight,” Reese said, tilting his head back in an attempt to look up at Brantley.
Brantley’s arm tightened around him, keeping him from moving too far. “You were doin’ what you needed to do.”
“I wasn’t gonna let them take her.”
Brantley’s swallow was loud in Reese’s ear.
“If I’d been armed, it wouldn’t’ve been an issue.”
“But you weren’t,” Brantley countered, an edge creeping into his tone.
“I wasn’t,” he concurred, relaxing once again as he swept his fingers across Brantley’s rigid abdomen. “Truth is, the second she was out the door, the only person I could think about was you. No, that’s not true.”
Reese heard Brantley’s sharp inhale, but the man remained quiet.
