It was Brantley who had taught Reese things about himself.Things that had altered the course of his entire life, given him a chance at real happiness.Before Brantley, Reese had spent his life dating women.He couldn’t even recall ever thinking a man was attractive.Not until he met Brantley, and then it was as though someone had given him sight for the first time.
And now that man, that body, it belonged to him because the wedding rings on their fingers said so.
“Naked, Reese,” Brantley ordered before stepping into the shower.
Getting with the program, Reese stripped off his clothes, tossing them into the hamper alongside Brantley’s.
The moment he walked into the shower, Brantley was on him.He hissed when his back hit the cold tile, smiling a second before Brantley’s mouth slammed down on top of his.
And then he was a goner.
The steam formed around them, heating the room as their body temperatures rose from one another’s touch.Reese surrendered to Brantley’s plundering mouth, accepting what he was giving him.He let his hands roam, soaking up the smooth, hard contours of Brantley’s beautiful body while their tongues dueled.
“I’m only gonna say this once,” Brantley said when he broke the kiss.
Reese met Brantley’s gaze, wondering whether he should be concerned by the frustration in Brantley’s tone.
“I hate Max Adorite,” Brantley growled softly.“He’s the reason you damn near died.I’ll never forgive him for that.”
He wasn’t wrong.Technically, Madison was the one who’d left him for dead, but according to her, she’d done so under duress.Her brother had sent his bodyguard to pick her up and whisk her away.He knew Madison hated Max for that because she’d told him so.But it had been for the best.
Granted, he probably wouldn’t think that if he’d died from the bullet he took to the chest.
Unable to speak, Reese held Brantley’s stare.
“But I have no problem using him to get what we need to find Kylie.”
He noticed Brantley was already talking as though she were alive.
“You belong to me, Reese.That ring on your finger says so.”
His heart turned over the same way it did whenever Brantley made such a possessive proclamation.Reese had never belonged to anyone before.Not like this.
“And you’ll have to forgive me if I feel the need to prove that in the coming days.”
“Prove it?How?”
Brantley’s smirk was slow and wicked.“Like this.”
The world spun when Brantley grabbed his arm, aggressively tugging him away from the wall before spinning him around.Reese barely got his palms up to brace himself before Brantley was pinning him against the tile.He was rough, proof that he was wrestling with his demons.
Reese didn’t mind.He loved when Brantley allowed himself to feel everything.Those moments when he came unhinged were some of the most exciting.Especially when it involved this man proving how much he wanted him.
Reese groaned when Brantley bit his neck, his shoulder.He kicked Reese’s feet apart at the same time his hands made their way down his body.One hand reached around, firmly gripping his cock, the other slid between the crack of his ass, fingers teasing roughly.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Reese tipped his head back, gasping and moaning, accepting everything Brantley was giving him.The sensual assault left him breathless, the aggressive manhandling left him aching for more.
“Brantley…”
“I’m gettin’ there, baby,” Brantley said, his voice gravel-rough.
Electricity arced across his skin as Brantley stroked his cock and fingered his hole.Reese was on the verge of orgasm when Brantley released him.He had only seconds to catch his breath before Brantley’s hands were on his hips, pulling him back, a hard hand landing between his shoulder blades, pushing him forward.Reese leaned over, palms still planted on the wall, and groaned when Brantley’s thick cock breached his ass.
He tried to relax, accepting the intrusion.Brantley was rough, but Reese was used to that.Hell, he craved it.
“Mine,” Brantley growled when he was lodged deep inside him.“Say it, Reese.”
He didn’t hesitate.“Yours.”
