Reese’s gaze shot to the back door.
“No interruptions for a little while,” Brantley told him. “JJ and Baz are goin’ to the doctor this mornin’. No one else shows up until seven.” Brantley glanced at the clock. “That gives you twenty minutes before someone might pass by that door and see me fuckin’ you so hard you’re screamin’ my name.”
Reese groaned, turning his head.
Brantley leaned forward and kissed him. “Which is it?”
“I was thinkin’ I’d bend you over this counter and fuckyou.”
Brantley chuckled. “Say please, Tavoularis, and I’m all yours.”
“I think you’re the one who’ll be sayin’ please.” Reese turned, forcing Brantley to lower his arms.
He met Reese’s whiskey-brown eyes and saw the heat churning in them.
“You want to risk havin’ an audience?” Reese taunted.
“We could fuck on the back porch, and I wouldn’t care.”
Reese choked on a laugh. “Why do I believe you?”
“Because it’s true.” Brantley’s words died on a gasp when Reese tugged his shorts down, his cock springing free. “Oh, God.”
Reese’s warm hand circled his dick, stroking firmly, his sweat providing some lubrication. It wasn’t enough. Now that Reese had planted the seed, Brantley wanted the man inside him. He wanted Reese to fuck him into oblivion.
“I think we’ll play it safe for today,” Reese said, grinning as he cupped Brantley’s balls, teasing them lightly. “Come on. Let’s shower.”
Brantley waited until Reese released the family jewels, then led the way to their bathroom, stripping as he went.
He heard the rich sound of Reese’s laughter when he dropped his shorts in the living room, tossed his shirt in the hallway, then kicked off his shoes in the bedroom. He should’ve known the man couldn’t simply leave it. Brantley was already pulling off his socks when Reese appeared, Brantley’s discarded clothes in his hand.
Brantley didn’t wait for Reese to undress. He went into the shower, turned on the water, and dared to stand beneath it for the few seconds it took to warm. When it did, he turned the temperature down. No need to create more sweat while they were in there.
He was standing under the water when Reese appeared a minute later. He loved the way Reese’s gaze trailed over him whenever he was naked. The man was good for his ego; that much was for sure.
“Twenty-six days,” Brantley told him.
Reese’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “I know.”
Every day, Brantley ensured he told Reese how many more days there were until their wedding. It wasn’t because he thought Reese might forget. There was no chance of that. There was a calendar in the kitchen and another in the barn, both marked with big red X’s noting every day that passed.
No, Brantley simply enjoyed seeing Reese’s eyes light up when he mentioned it. Brantley honestly hadn’t considered himself a traditional guy in this regard, but the thought of marrying Reese made him happier than nearly anything else could. He wanted to build a life with this man. Hell, they already were. The wedding was merely icing on the cake.
Reese walked into his arms, taking complete control as he sealed their lips together. Brantley surrendered, giving himself over as he had so many times before. He loved it when Reese took the reins. He didn’t do it often, but that was Brantley’s fault. He was a control freak, and Reese understood that. Brantley loved him more for it.
So much for not sweating in the shower. Within seconds, Brantley’s body temperature had risen several degrees. Even more when he found himself facing the wall, hands planted on the tile while Reese fucked him from behind. As always, Brantley rode the sensations as they plowed through him, building in intensity with every passing minute.
“I’m close,” he warned Reese.
“Me, too.”
Brantley jacked his cock, timing it with Reese’s aggressive thrusts. He held on as long as he could, but he was the first to go over, with Reese following only a few seconds behind.
Damn fine way to start a Monday.
***
“Mornin’, Ramona,” Slade greeted the bakery ownerwhen he walked into Batter & Bliss.
