Reese cupped his head, guiding Brantley as he bobbed up and down on his cock, licking, sucking, teasing. He could feel the heat of Reese’s gaze as he watched him, his brain no longer struggling to come online. They were in the moment together.
“God, that feels good,” Reese groaned. “Make me come, and I’ll return the favor.”
Oh, Brantley could certainly do that.
He continued his leisurely pace, ensuring Reese got the full experience. When Reese began thrusting his hips, fucking Brantley’s mouth, he took him as high as he could without sending him over, then doubled his efforts until Reese was crying out his name, coming down his throat.
“My turn,” Reese said, tugging Brantley’s arm, urging him to come closer.
Brantley crawled up Reese’s body, kissing along the path he’d taken earlier. When he reached Reese’s mouth, he detoured for a few minutes, grinding his cock along Reese’s thigh, working himself up with every passing second. And when he couldn’t take anymore, Brantley straddled Reese’s head, gripping the headboard and fucking Reese’s face. He didn’t rush, pumping his hips, letting Reese take him to the hilt again and again. When he came, satisfaction bloomed in his entire body, and his chest expanded.
No matter how they came together, no matter what it entailed, making love with Reese was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. And he was looking forward to years and years of explorations to come.
Thirty-five days and counting.
***
Slade woke up on Saturday morning andwent right to his home gym. Originally, it had been two separate bedrooms, too small to do much in either. He’d removed the wall between, eliminated the closets, and converted it into one space that served a functional purpose.
Over the years, he’d spent a good chunk of both time and money getting the room to his liking. He’d painted the walls bright white, replaced the old fan with an LED light, and laid 7mm thick rubber flooring over the original hardwood. There was a television mounted high enough to see from almost every angle, and one wall consisted of mirrors that were taller than Slade and covered the width of the room. Fans were mounted in the corners for when he needed them.
As for the equipment, it was top-notch. He’d pinched pennies and saved for all of it, and now he had everything he needed. A treadmill sat in one corner, a rowing machine in another, and a heavy bag in another. There was a variety of free weights lining the walls. In the center was a cable machine that got the most usage.
He grabbed a water bottle from the small refrigerator he kept stocked. He twisted off the cap and took a sip as he headed for the windows to open the blinds. He tried to tell himself he wanted more light in the room, but the truth was he was looking to see if Atticus’s truck was still parked in front of Carson’s house.
It was.
Last night, when he’d come home, he’d noticed it, and it had been like a sucker punch. Sure, he’d seen the two of them at Moonshiners, but he’d fooled himself into thinking they would go home separately after that. It was a lie he told himself, yeah, but he’d believed it. He hadn’t expected the feeling to be quite so intense, but it confirmed what he’d suspected. He wanted the man. Part of him had expected to feel a twinge of jealousy for Carson, but it never came. He’d moved on from that obsession a long time ago. Unfortunately, it appeared he was forming a new one. For a new man.
And just like every time he acknowledged it, his frustration ratcheted up a few notches.
Setting the water on the top of the refrigerator, Slade settled in to burn off some residual anger.
Two hours later, after a gruesome workout and a shower, Slade drove into town. He went to Batter & Bliss every Saturday morning for coffee and a cronut, a specialty item that Ramona Weber only made once a week. According to her, making croissants from scratch was a labor of love, and that labor was intensive. Hence, her reason for only making a limited supply one day a week.
“Good morning, Slade,” Ramona greeted with a wide smile from behind the pastry case.
“Mornin’.”
“I’ve got your usual ready and waiting,” she told him, gesturing toward the register.
He grabbed a couple of napkins and made his way to the register, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Is this a working weekend?” she asked as she tallied his total. “Or do you actually get some downtime?”
“So far, it looks like I’ve got some downtime.” He knew from experience that could change at any second, but he’d learned to enjoy the quiet whenever he could.
“That’s good. I saw your mom and dad yesterday.” Her gaze shifted to one of the tables as though she recalled Holden and Rose sitting there as they did every Friday morning.
“I’m supposed to have supper with ’em tonight,” he said as he swiped his credit card.
“That should be fun.”
No, it would be hell on earth, especially since his brothers generally stopped in. Slade wasn’t looking forward to being in the same room as Spencer, much less having to sit at a table and actually converse with him.
“Thanks for this,” he said with a grin, grabbing the bag and the coffee cup.
“Have a good day,” she called after him as he headed for the door.
