Brantley nodded.“And because Holt Callahan was the one who uncovered the link between Kylie’s mother and Maximillian Adorite, you think that’s a good place to start?”
“As good as any.Simon wants our input, and I’d like to understand what their angle is before we proceed,” Reese said, as though Brantley wasn’t completely in agreement.“I’d like to sit down with Holt and have him tell me exactly what he told Travis.”
“You don’t want me to come with you?”
Reese stood tall and grinned.“Someone’s gotta hang back and handle the Monday call.”
“Ah, hell.”Brantley had completely forgotten about that damn call.Every Monday they chatted with Z, giving him an update on their cases.He usually managed to come up with an excuse and left Reese to chat with his brother.This was likely payback.
“You sure you don’t wanna do that?Icould take Tesha.”
“Not a chance, Navy boy.I took the last three calls.You owe me.”
“I can think of a dozen ways I can pay you back.All will take”—he looked at his watch—“less than fifteen minutes.”
“So you marry a guy and suddenly he forgets all about the romance because he canget it done in fifteen.”Reese sighed dramatically.“I shoulda known.”
God, he loved this man.More so when he teased him.
“Fine.But I can’t promise Atticus won’t flirt with me while you’re gone.”
“Nice try.”Reese walked toward him.“Let him flirt.That ring on your finger says you’re mine for life.”
Brantley rubbed his thumb on his wedding band—something he found himself doing often—as he leaned back in his chair.He smiled when Reese planted his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward until their lips nearly touched.
“For life,” Reese repeated.
“Damn straight.”Brantley tilted his head back, closing the gap between their mouths.He let Reese kiss him, knowing the man wouldn’t walk away without branding him after a remark like that one.
Reese didn’t disappoint, angling his head, his tongue stealing into Brantley’s mouth.
It was all Brantley could do to keep from grabbing him and manhandling him over to the couch.What he wouldn’t give to strip Reese naked and bury himself deep inside his warm, willing body.He thought for sure his lust would’ve dimmed by now, but it seemed that being married had only amplified his need.It didn’t matter that he’d fucked Reese before they rolled out of bed that morning—a routine that was becoming one of the very best parts of his day—or that tonight, when they went to bed, he would no doubt find a way to seduce him again.He couldn’t get enough.
Curious as to whether Reese’s willpower was stronger than his, Brantley slipped his fingers into the waistband of Reese’s jeans.He found the swollen head of Reese’s cock, teasing the tip.It was enough to have Reese gasping into his mouth.
“Let me suck you,” Brantley told him, snagging Reese’s lower lip between his teeth.
“We’ve got things to do.”
“Those can wait.”
“You’re procrastinating.”
“I want to suck your cock.I wanna make you come down my throat.”
Reese pulled back enough for Brantley to see the glitter in his golden eyes.He took that as a sign to proceed.Not breaking eye contact, he continued to fondle the head of Reese’s cock with his fingertips while he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
“You know you wanna fuck my mouth,” Brantley taunted, tugging Reese’s boxer briefs down to free his beautiful dick.
Reese grunted, standing taller and planting one hand on Brantley’s head.He was taking charge, something he’d done quite a bit these past few days.He was giving himself over to the desire that burned like wildfire whenever they were in the same room.
Brantley peered down, admiring Reese’s cock, his mouth watering in anticipation.
“You sure you want this?”he asked, letting his breath fan over the swollen head.
“Brantley…”
He lapped the bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip, then licked around the crest.
