“Use me, Brantley,” Reese whispered. “I want you to use me.”
There was no denying that Reese was Brantley’s greatest temptation. Had been since the day they met. For the past two years, they’d been through a lot, but not once had his physical need for this man diminished. He’d shoved it down for a while, yeah. Back when he’d been angry with Reese for getting himself shot, but even then, he’d still wanted him.
Reese took another step closer, his voice softer. “Use me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“I will,” he countered.
Reese’s gaze shifted over his face, and Brantley noticed the moment he realized Brantley was too far gone. Or at least that was what he thought he saw in Reese’s beautiful eyes. But his words didn’t match the softness in his expression.
“I’m stronger than you know,” Reese said, leaning in, his breath fanning Brantley’s lips. “I can take it.”
Those words were his tipping point. Brantley felt something fracture within him, the choke chain he kept on his violent hunger snapped. The next thing he knew, he grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside before he crushed his mouth to Reese’s.
Pain bloomed when their teeth clashed, but Reese didn’t seem to mind. His rough groan spurred him.
This man’s kiss was the only thing he needed. Reese had the ability to surrender and dominate in the same breath, giving in and holding his ground with every thrash of their tongues. It eased while at the same time it incited. Brantley would never get enough of him. Not if he lived to be two hundred.
“I want you,” Brantley growled against Reese’s lips. “I want your mouth on me. Suck me, Reese. Let me fuck your face.”
Reese didn’t pull away, continuing to kiss him as they both ripped at Brantley’s belt, jerked the button on his jeans. Reese pulled back when Brantley started tugging on the denim, attempting to get them down.
With more effort than he expected, Brantley managed to get Reese down to his knees. Reese was fighting him. Not nearly as much as he could, but he was resisting to give Brantley what he needed. He loved the man more for it. For knowing that the chaos was in his blood and there were times he couldn’t fight it.
Brantley palmed Reese’s head, holding him tightly as he pressed his cock to his lips.
“Open,” he groaned.
Reese kept his mouth closed for a fraction of a second longer than he normally would. The instant his lips parted, Brantley shoved his dick inside, ignoring the scraping of his teeth and letting the wet heat consume him.
Oh, fuck. So good.Nothing compared to having Reese’s mouth on him, his hands. It turned him on more when he thought about how he was the only man Reese had ever been with. It fed his hunger, churned the need.
“Take me in your throat,” Brantley commanded, pushing in deep.
He wasn’t gentle as he sought the back of Reese’s throat. Reese’s expression didn’t change, his eyes filled with warmth and love. More than Brantley probably deserved, but it was there all the same. For so long, he’d been gentle with Reese, easing the man into a relationship he’d never been in before. But Reese had only allowed that for so long before he expressed a mirroring hunger. Since then, their encounters had become hotter, more intense, driven by passion and greed.
The fact they were getting married in thirty-five days added to that immense emotion. This man was going to be his husband. To have and to hold for the rest of his days. It overwhelmed him, gave him purpose, made him feel things he never thought he could feel.
Brantley held Reese’s head in his palms and pumped his hips, fucking Reese’s throat as he gasped from the pleasure that slammed into him.
When he was dangerously close to coming, Brantley pulled back. He didn’t want to come down Reese’s throat. He wanted to be lodged to the hilt inside him.
Hating to lose the blessed heat of Reese’s mouth but longing to be inside him, Brantley managed to pull out and step back.
“Get up,” he barked.
Reese stood.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Make me,” Reese countered, surprising Brantley.
Oh, fuck. Yeah. So damn hot.
Brantley took over, yanking Reese’s shirt over his head. Reese managed to pull off his boots while Brantley jerked and tugged on his jeans. Within a minute, Reese was naked, and Brantley was damn close. He loved the way Reese watched him as he shed the rest of his clothing, his eyes heating as though he was seeing him naked for the first time.
