Since the hotel was booked, they’d had to settle for having a refrigerator delivered to their room. She assured them it would be there by the time they went up. Brantley was skeptical, but stranger things had happened.
“Put our stuff in the room,” Reese said, talking to him as well as Becs, Atticus, and Slade. “Let’s meet in the business center in, say, thirty?”
“Forty-five,” Brantley corrected.
“Forty-five,” Reese amended, his eyes narrowed.
“You think maybe we could get some food when we meet?” Slade prompted as he hitched his bag higher on his shoulder. “I skipped breakfast.”
“Order it,” Brantley told him.
Slade pointed toward a sandwich shop across the street. “That work?”
“Yep. Put it on the company card.”
“Actually,” Reese said, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. “Put it on mine. I’m not fightin’ Z on this. He wants us here, he’s payin’ for all of it.”
Brantley knew Z liked to pick apart their expense reports from time to time. Probably had to do with the fact the task force was the only team Z oversaw. Everyone else reported to RT, Z’s husband. To prove he was good at managing people, Z often nit-picked the little things. That or he simply liked to get a rise out of Brantley. It could go either way. It was safer to force Z to take it up with Reese than to leave Slade fending for himself.
Slade plucked the card from Reese’s hand. “Sure thing, boss.”
With that, Brantley nudged Reese toward the elevators, Tesha trotting along between them. Thankfully, there weren’t many people coming or going on a Sunday afternoon. However, they hadn’t been so lucky in the selection of rooms. The hotel was booked, which meant they’d only had three rooms available. To give Becs her own room, Slade and Atticus had to share. Based on what Brantley had witnessed at Moonshiners last night, he wasn’t certain that was a good idea, but for now, they were going with it.
Once they piled on the elevator, everyone was quiet on their way to the floors. Slade was the first to exit, his room on the third floor. Atticus followed him out. Becs was on the sixth, and finally, they reached the seventh, where they were staying.
“You think we should worry about Slade and Atticus?” Reese asked as they walked down the hall.
Probably, but Brantley wasn’t going to. “They’re big boys. They’ll figure it out.”
“This is us, girl,” Reese told Tesha after he swiped the key card across the reader, causing the lock to disengage.
Tesha waited for a proper command, which Reese gave before she trotted inside to check out their accommodations.
“I don’t see a refrigerator,” Reese said as he walked in first.
Brantley didn’t let him get two feet into the room before he grabbed his arm and spun him, shoving him against the wall.
“They’ll get it. I promise.”
When he was about to argue, Brantley crushed his mouth to Reese’s and all but inhaled the man.
“That’s for putting pleasure before business this morning and starting the day right,” Brantley told him as he let his bag slide down his arm to the floor. He was still thinking about how Reese slid up behind him and fucked him. He loved waking up like that.
“For a man who got laid not too long ago, you don’t seem all that satisfied,” Reese mumbled against his mouth.
Oh, he was satisfied. He simply hadn’t gotten his fill yet. He never would. With every breath he took, he wanted Reese more.
“I know how to resolve that.” Brantley flipped the button on his jeans from the loop, then lowered his zipper.
“And what makes you think you deserve it?” Reese countered, his eyes heating as he peered down at Brantley’s rigid dick. The damn thing had been straining against his zipper for the better part of the flight, and now that they were alone, he wasn’t wasting another second.
“This is for denying me on the plane. I want your mouth on me, Reese.”
He stroked himself once, twice, then took Reese’s hand so he could take over.
Reese grunted. “It is tempting.”
God, he loved this man.
