“Okay,” he told Brantley.“Let’s come up with a way to talk to Simon without puttin’ him on the defensive.Maybe it’s as simple as askin’ him to work as a member of the task force for the duration of the case.”
“Not a bad idea.”
“That might have to come with a paycheck,” Reese noted, watching Brantley.
“I’m not sure that’s exactly a bad thing.”
Reese got comfortable, resting his shoulder against Brantley’s.“No?”
“We can always use another set of eyes.”
“True.”
“Now, would you mind startin’ that movie?”
“Eager to watch Jason Statham?”
Brantley shifted closer.“Eager to do dirty things to you in the dark.”
Reese felt his cheeks warm even as his cock thickened with anticipation.He lifted the remote to turn on the movie, but before he could, Brantley grabbed it from his hand.He tossed it aside, and in one swift move, Reese was flat on his back, Brantley’s comforting weight on top of him.
“I know you would never keep somethin’ from me unless you had a good reason.”
Reese’s breath caught as he stared up into Brantley’s face.His expression was hard, cold almost.
“Never.”
“Don’t do it again, Reese.”
He heard the pain in Brantley’s voice.He wouldn’t admit it, but he clearly felt betrayed.
“I expect you to trust me.”
“I do trust you,” Reese declared.
“Trust me to do the right thing.I wouldn’t’ve let anything delay our wedding.”
Reese nodded.He knew that.Deep down, he knew that was true.At the time, he’d been overwhelmed with so much going on.It hadn’t been Brantley he didn’t trust, but rather JJ.The woman was fiercely headstrong, and when she wanted something, she dug in her heels.And she had the ability to derail the best of intentions.Not on purpose, of course.
Brantley gripped Reese’s jaw firmly.“Trust me, Reese.”
A tidal wave of emotion swept through him.Reese grabbed Brantley as he lifted his head, seeking his lips.Their mouths crashed together, hard and demanding.
As he hoped, that triggered Brantley’s desire to dominate.Sex—hard, punishing sex—was a surefire way for Brantley to burn off the residual frustration.Reese needed that.Needed to submit to this man, his husband.Needed to atone for his lapse in judgment.
“Fuck,” Brantley hissed when Reese bit his bottom lip.
“You can have what you want from me, Brantley,” Reese growled.“But I won’t make it easy.”
Brantley’s grin was fierce.“That’s why I love you.”
When Brantley attempted to flip him, Reese wrestled out from under him, falling to the floor.They rolled together, tongues and teeth clashing as they drove the need higher and higher.
Fighting for air, Reese managed to get to his feet, stumbling down the hall with Brantley right behind him.He barely made it into the bedroom when Brantley was on him, knocking him onto the bed before climbing on top of him.
Reese used every ounce of strength he had to buck Brantley off so he could flip over.As soon as he was on his back, Brantley was on him again, straddling his thighs and pinning him to the bed.They were both panting, their breaths labored, bodies primed.
Brantley managed to shackle his wrists with one hand.The other began jerking the button on his jeans, yanking down the zipper.When his husband fisted his cock, Reese cried out, the pleasure so intense, it blinded him momentarily.
