Chuckling, Reese glanced at the clock.It was after midnight, which meant he’d worked about three hours longer than he intended.For good reason, of course.He’d been going over photos of the house Brantley and Atticus had visited earlier.Rather than go there himself, he’d remained with Archer, leading their tails on a wild goose chase for the better part of an hour.
Not that it mattered.The house had been empty.If Kylie had been there, she was long gone now.
“What’s on your mind, Tavoularis?”
Shaking off the thoughts, Reese got to his feet.“Nothin’.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not,” he said sincerely, moving closer to Brantley.When his husband remained in the doorway, Reese walked up to him, put his hands on his hips.“I’d rather put it away for the night and think about it tomorrow.”
“You sure?”
He nodded.
Brantley’s big hand curled around the back of Reese’s neck, urging him closer.“I can think of a few ways to distract you.”
“I’m bankin’ on it.”
When Brantley’s mouth settled on his, Reese leaned into the kiss, relaxing for the first time in hours.He sensed Brantley’s disappointment in the day, and since he mirrored it, a distraction was exactly what they both needed.
As usual, Brantley became the aggressor, his hands firm as he turned Reese so that his back was to the wall.His mouth was urgent, yet sweet, his tongue insistent as it explored.
Reese had never been with anyone who could own him the way Brantley did.Then again, Reese hadn’t realized it was exactly what he needed to be happy.To have someone who wouldn’t hide their hunger, their need.
He thought back to what Archer had said earlier:I happen to believe we’re pre-programmed for a deep, emotional connection rather than sexual orientation.
Reese had never thought about it that way, but as soon as Archer said it, the words resonated with him.It was true.Something inside him had connected with Brantley on an emotional level, and it had bloomed from there.The physical attraction had been scary at first, but nothing had ever felt as right before.Now, Reese couldn’t imagine wanting anyone as much as he wanted Brantley.
Brantley’s mouth traveled down his jaw to his neck.Reese tilted his head, giving him better access, letting the sensations wash over him.
“I want you naked,” Brantley groaned, nipping at his collarbone.“Let me get you naked, baby.”
Fueled by Brantley’s need, Reese slid his hands beneath Brantley’s shirt, soaking up the heat of him, feeling the strength in his hard body.
With frenzied hands, they started stripping away clothing, dropping it to the floor as Brantley maneuvered them into his office.Reese knew where he was going, knew what his intentions were, and he wasn’t about to put up a fight.Not tonight.
No, tonight, he wanted to give himself over to this man, to revel in the pleasure that generated when they were together.
Brantley’s mouth was wicked hot as he trailed his lips down Reese’s chest, his stomach.It was all Reese could do to remain standing when Brantley went to his knees, working to free Reese’s cock from his jeans.
“Jeezus,” Reese hissed, palming Brantley’s head when he enveloped his dick in the heated cavern of his mouth.“Fuck.”
He helped Brantley remove his jeans as best he could while enduring the intensity of that blistering hot mouth on his cock.It wasn’t easy, but he figured that was his husband’s plan.Nothing with Brantley was ever easy, but damn if it wasn’t worth it.
Once Reese was stripped of his clothes, he helped Brantley get rid of his while returning the favor: fingers fondling, mouth wandering, palms gliding over smooth, hot skin.
When they were both naked, Reese found himself on his back, Brantley’s big, hard body lying over him.Skin to skin, mouth to mouth.The kiss was fiercely brutal and intensely gentle, all at the same time.It caused his brain to swim as lust bubbled in his bloodstream, making his skin prickle.
“Please,” he whispered, wanting to feel more of Brantley.All of him.
“Anything, baby,” Brantley moaned, shifting and manhandling Reese into position.
Hooking one foot over the back of the couch and planting the other on the floor, Reese made room for Brantley between his legs.Using his saliva as a lubricant, Brantley stroked himself.Then his husband shifted, aligning their bodies before slowly pushing inside him.
Reese hissed as pain-soaked pleasure assaulted him.
“Relax, baby.”
