Finally, the pain diminished, and pleasure consumed him as Carson began fucking him. Deep and slow at first, gliding in, retreating. In. Out. Again and again, the waves of pleasure were crashing over him. Atticus reached between his legs and stroked his cock, keeping pace with the delicious thrust and retreat.
“More?” Carson asked.
“Yes.”
Carson unleashed on him then, drilling into him hard and deep. He gripped Atticus’s hips, holding him in place while he rammed inside. Faster and faster until their combined groans echoed off the walls.
“Atticus … fuck … I’m gonna come.”
Atticus jerked his cock roughly, riding the waves one after the other until he couldn’t hold on. Carson impaled him impossibly deep and held himself there, his cock pulsing inside him. Atticus let go, coming in his hand as he gasped for air.
“I could get addicted to you,” Carson whispered as he fell to his side, pulling Atticus against him. Carson pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “In fact, I think I already am.”
Atticus couldn’t deny he liked hearing it, even though he wasn’t sure it was something he was ready for at this point in his life.
“I’m leaving,” he blurted.
Carson pulled back, propping up on an elbow and peering over Atticus’s shoulder. “What?”
“Six weeks,” he added. “I’m going to Dallas for six weeks.”
“When?”
“Monday.” Atticus twisted to look at him. “It’s for training. I’ll be back, though.”
Carson rolled in the opposite direction, getting to his feet.
Atticus watched him as he disappeared into a connecting bathroom. He heard water running for several minutes.
When Carson didn’t return after five, Atticus figured that was his cue to leave, but before he could get to his feet, Carson returned with a washcloth. Atticus frowned and then flinched when he realized Carson’s intention. He cleaned him gently before slipping back into the bathroom.
Atticus’s face was hot when Carson returned, crawling into the bed once again.
Carson pulled him closer, leaning down and smiling. “I guess we better not waste time then, huh?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Saturday, August 13, 2022
The sun wasn’t up when Brantley openedhis eyes.
He was in his bed, curled up beside the man he loved. The house was quiet, and his head wasn’t pounding. It was going to be a good day. How could it not when this was how it started?
Rolling to his side, he put his hand on Reese’s chest, listening to his deep, even breaths. After a minute, Reese’s hand covered his, gently caressing.
“Thirty-five days,” Brantley whispered, kissing Reese’s shoulder.
He couldn’t explain his need to countdown until they were married, but he’d been doing it day in and day out, getting more excited with each passing day. As he’d told Reese before, Brantley had never imagined his wedding or even what life with a partner would look like. Not before Reese. There was a point in his life when it hadn’t been an option, and then when it was, he hadn’t expected to find someone he would want to spend the rest of his life with.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Reese mumbled, his voice gravel rough.
“You.” Brantley kissed his way to the center of Reese’s chest, shifting over him as he did. “The day I met you.”
“Mmm.” Reese’s hands moved to his sides, then his back, roaming softly.
Keeping the conversation to a minimum, Brantley homed in on his goal, kissing his way down Reese’s stomach, pushing the blanket and sheet off in the process. When he settled his shoulders between Reese’s thighs, Brantley smiled to himself, licking along the side of Reese’s shaft, teasing him awake fully. It wasn’t long before Reese was stiff and throbbing, his cock pulsing in Brantley’s mouth.
Brantley took his time. This wasn’t a sprint, it was a marathon, and he wasn’t eager to do anything else. At least not until he’d had his fill of this man. It would never be enough, but it was a damn fine way to welcome the day.
