“I’m not looking for casual.”
This time, Spencer frowned.“Then what are you lookin’ for?”Before Archer could respond, Spencer shook his head.“And don’t tell me you’re lookin’ for a relationship.”
“And what if I am?”
“Bullshit.”
Archer’s frown deepened.
“Look,” Spencer told him.“I get that I probably freaked you out and all that, but I’m good.I swear it.I don’t have a problem with casual.In fact, I prefer it.”
Right before his eyes, Archer’s entire countenance shifted.He closed down the same as if someone had shut a door behind his eyes.A second later, Archer looked at his watch.
“I should probably be goin’.”
“Pizza’s on the way, remember?”
“I’m not all that hungry.”
As soon as Archer got to his feet, Spencer did too.“So what?Are you a dick tease?Is that what gets you off?”
Archer continued toward the door, not looking back, and not responding.
“Fuck you, then,” Spencer bit out.“I’m sorry if I’m not lookin’ to pledge my love just to get fucked.”
When Archer did look back as he opened the front door, Spencer saw a wealth of disappointment in his gaze.
As soon as the sexy man stepped outside, Spencer was slammed with guilt and regret.
Funny that.He’d managed to push away plenty of guys over the years, but this was the first time he felt bad about it.
Probably for the best.Spencer doubted he could give anyone what Archer was looking for.Though he would never admit it, there was a piece of him that was broken and likely always would be.There was nothing he could do to change that.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Friday, September 30, 2022
Brantley let Reese go into the housefirst while he walked back and forth in front of the house to cool down a bit.They’d tackled five miles in record time, and he was feeling it.
Of course, Reese looked as though he’d only run a mile.Walking.Clearly that eating healthy thing had some merit.
“I’m gonna shower,” Reese called, leaving the front door open.
Taking that as an invitation, Brantley got with the program.He made his way down the hallway to their bedroom, discarding clothing as he went.By the time he reached the bathroom, he was naked, and the room was filling with steam while Reese stood beneath the spray.
“I thought you needed a minute,” Reese said, grinning as Brantley stepped in with him.
“When my husband’s in the shower, eager to do me, I always feel instantly better.”
Reese huffed a laugh.“Is that what I’m eager for?To do you?”
Brantley pushed Reese back so they were both beneath the spray.He reached around and turned down the heat, figuring they would be generating plenty of their own soon enough.
“I want you inside me,” Brantley told him, sliding his hands up Reese’s back.
Reese’s hands began to roam, causing goosebumps to form on Brantley’s flesh.He loved when Reese touched him.
“How do you want it?”Reese asked, his voice rougher than before.
