“Oh, yeah.” Reese’s palms returned to Brantley’s chest, his weight pressing down on him. “God, yes. Fuck me. Deeper.”
He slammed into him hard. “How?”
Reese frowned, slamming his hips down, impaling himself on Brantley’s cock. “What?”
“How’d … you take … advantage?”
“I didn’t.”
Another laugh erupted from his chest.
“Fuck me … Brantley … oh, God, yes … fuck me.”
Brantley gave Reese everything he asked for. He enjoyed the sound of Reese’s grunts and groans breaking through the silence of the morning.
“I wanna come,” Reese said, his eyes locking on Brantley’s face. “Make me come. Now.”
There was no way he could deny him, so he quit talking, he quit thinking, and focused solely on taking them both to that razor-sharp edge where they lingered for seconds before they both let go. Together.
“I don’t remember comin’ home,” Brantley told Reese a short time later as he sat at the kitchen island and sipped coffee while Reese made oatmeal and cut up some fruit.
“We made it.”
Brantley laughed. “I guess we did.”
“Trey drove your truck,” Reese said. “Magnus followed.”
“Did they help us inside?”
“Trey did.” A frown creased Reese’s forehead. “At least, I think that was Trey.”
“So you’re sayin’ you were as drunk as I was and don’t remember?”
A sheepish grin formed on Reese’s devastatingly handsome face. “I don’t. Not all of it, anyway.”
“But we had a good time?”
His smile turned genuine. “I did.”
Brantley tried to recall everything that happened last night, but parts of it were a blur. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had quite so much to drink. So much so that he was surprised he didn’t have a hangover this morning. Then again, he was two days away from marrying a health nut, so there was a good chance Reese, even in a drunken stupor, forced B vitamins and water down both their throats before they crashed.
That or Trey did.
No. It was probably Reese.
“All I know for sure is that we can check all the bachelor parties off JJ’s to-do list,” Reese noted.
Speaking of JJ…
Tesha barked softly, her attention on the sliding door. A moment later, it opened, and JJ and Baz came in. She looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, while Baz appeared in desperate need of a hangover remedy.
“Coffee?” Baz muttered, setting JJ’s computer bag on the island.
Brantley gestured toward the pot on the counter.
“Bless you.” Baz didn’t hesitate.
“Why does my man look like he got run over by a truck last night, and you two are smiling?”
