Admittedly, it thrilled Reese that Brantley was so excited to marry him. He knew the wedding wasn’t exactly Brantley’s cup of tea, but he was making concessions because he knew Reese was looking forward to it. Reese couldn’t exactly say why that was but being involved made it more real. Since there were days when he wondered how the fuck he’d gotten this lucky, Reese needed those preparations because they grounded him.
Brantley got to his feet, pressing his chest to Reese’s before sealing their mouths. Within seconds, the kiss turned omnipotent, and the next thing Reese knew, they were in the shower, the warm water raining down on them. He held on to Brantley, letting his new memories overwhelm the nightmares that still attempted to invade from time to time. It was getting easier, but he still had his moments.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”
Reese did as instructed, moaning and groaning as Brantley’s hands moved over him, causing goosebumps on his skin. His cock was hard as steel and ached for Brantley’s touch. He knew it would come, but not until Brantley was ready. Luckily, Reese had been honing his patience over the past two years since he met this man. He hadn’t mastered the skill, but he was learning to be in the moment.
“Put your foot on the bench.”
Shifting a step to the right, Reese did as Brantley wanted, lifting his leg and placing his foot on the bench. As soon as his skin touched the tile, Brantley’s fingers delved between his ass cheeks, fondling his hole and making him moan.
“In forty days, this is gonna be mine, too.”
“Already is,” Reese chimed.
Brantley chuckled. “You’re right. It is. I’m the only one who’s ever had the pleasure. Which means you’re all mine, Reese.”
He loved when Brantley said shit like that. The man was an alpha male with a soft spot, and that made Reese want him even more.
Brantley moved in closer, his thighs pressed against Reese’s legs, his cock sliding along the crack of his ass. Moments later, Reese was groaning as Brantley pushed inside him.
He held himself still as his skin prickled. Pleasure, unlike anything he’d ever known before this man, consumed him. It was always that way. Every inch of him felt Brantley like they were one person when they were like this.
“You feel so good,” Brantley rasped against his shoulder, his arm banding around Reese’s stomach. “I could certainly dothisall day.”
Reese inhaled and exhaled, riding the waves of pleasure as Brantley fucked him. Slow and deep, filling him completely. He maintained a brutally slow pace until Reese thought his head would come off his body. And just when he was reaching the point of frustration, Brantley fisted his cock, stroking in time with the languid pace. Reese gasped for air, welcoming the rush that preceded the release. He held on as long as he could.
“Come for me, baby,” Brantley groaned. “Let go for me.”
He did.
And a second later, Brantley was right there with him.
***
Nearly three hours after they left forChelsea, Becs was walking out of the subway near their hotel.
The trip had been a bust.
At least, she’d thought it had been. The guys weren’t saying as much, but she was sure they would agree. According to Atticus, it had been necessary. He’d done his best to reassure her that they hadn’t wasted their time looking for something that wasn’t there.
Maybe he was right. If they hadn’t gone, she would’ve wondered.
Then again, if she had told Brantley and Reese, there was a good chance they would’ve found Decker and would be preparing to go back to Texas.
Granted, they weren’t miracle workers, but still. Becs couldn’t help but be disappointed. She’d secretly hoped to be the one who found Decker. She’d even imagined the approval she would’ve seen in the eyes of her co-workers if they had.
But no. She’d led the team on a wild goose chase.
As they walked through the hotel lobby, their phones all chimed almost simultaneously. Becs pulled hers from her backpack.
“Brantley wants us to meet for breakfast at six o’clock,” Slade announced.
“Oh six hundred,” Atticus said with a chuckle, which made Becs smile. Yeah, she could practically hear Brantley and Reese saying it in the military speak they were used to.
“I guess that means drinkin’ at the bar’s outta the question,” Slade added.
“You can,” Becs told them. “But I’m gonna call it a night.” It was later than she’d intended, and she wanted to call Carly before she went to sleep.
