“Come on,” Brantley urged. “We don’t have time to waste.”
“Mmm.” Reese moaned as he lowered to his knees. “This is why you requested fifteen extra minutes.”
“And you’re wastin’ time,” he told the sexy man.
Brantley would be the first to admit he wasn’t exactly fond of them stepping out of their newly formed routine. On the flip side, it did allow for moments like this.
“Reese…”
“I love it when you beg.” Reese stroked his cock firmly in his fist. “You want my mouth on you?”
“Yes.” He gasped and groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
Normally, Reese would’ve teased Brantley for long minutes, but they were pressed for time. As it was, they could get a knock on the door any second with that refrigerator being delivered. Brantley had tacked on fifteen additional minutes for good measure, but he could get lost fucking Reese’s sinful mouth, so he figured they should get on with it.
Sliding his hand into Reese’s hair, Brantley guided his head forward. “You better suck me good … first chance I get, I’m gonna fuck you so hard…”
“Like this?” Reese took Brantley’s cock to the root.
Brantley grunted, using the wall behind him to keep him upright. The heat of his mouth enveloped him, that wicked tongue tormenting him.
Oh, yeah, Brantley loved the way Reese gave himself fully to the moment. It didn’t matter what they were doing, Reese was in it for pleasure, the same as Brantley. The fact that Reese was always willing and ready turned him on so fucking much.
“Fuck. That mouth,” Brantley mumbled. “Suck me.”
Brantley was in heaven, Reese’s lips sliding over his shaft, taking him as deep as he could. He pulled back, did it again. At that point, Brantley gripped Reese by the ears and shoved his cock deep into his throat. Reese submitted, letting Brantley own him. And he did. They owned each other—heart, body, and soul.
“Gonna come,” he warned, letting the intensity build until he couldn’t contain it any longer.
Reese hummed.
Brantley came.
Less than a minute later, there was a knock on the door.
Talk about perfect fucking timing.
Forty-three minutes after they’d agreed on a time, Brantley walked into the business center behind Reese and Tesha. Becs and Slade were already there, sitting at a large conference table. Becs had her laptop in front of her, her fingers tapping the keys.
“Where’s Atticus?”
“I placed the order online,” Becs said. “He went to pick it up.”
“We ordered sandwiches,” Slade explained. “Got enough for all of us.”
“And a few extras,” Atticus said as he walked into the room carrying a large paper bag.
“Thanks,” Brantley told him. He was starving, but as usual, his mind was already on the case, and since he had too little room in his head to think about food and sex, he always opted for sex. He was glad someone was looking out for him.
As he took a seat, Brantley dialed JJ’s number, putting the phone on speaker.
“Hey. You got the team with you?” she asked when she answered.
“Yep.”
Atticus stood at the end of the table, passing out sub sandwiches to each person.
“Good. I only want to detail this once.”
