Chapter Eleven
Brantley walked into the hotel room alone.He’d left Reese downstairs with Tesha, the two of them taking a short walk to give her time to do her business.Tomorrow morning, they’d toss the ball around after their run so she could get her daily dose of fun, but for tonight, Reese said a walk would be enough.
He probably should’ve remained with them, but he was having a difficult time harnessing his frustration.He was a live wire, flipping and flopping, ready to zap anything that he came into contact with.
Max fucking Adorite.
As was the case whenever he saw the man, or hell, whenever he so much as heard his name, he still wanted to wrap his hands around the bastard’s neck and squeeze until the life slowly drained out of him.And it would be a slow, agonizing death.Brantley would make sure of it.
He hated himself for letting the guy get to him, but he couldn’t help it.Seeing him reminded Brantley of everything he’d nearly lost.Worse, it pissed him off that he wasn’t able to put it behind him, to stop dwelling on the past.He’d trained himself to do exactly that.To move forward without looking back.It had worked up to this point in his life, and he liked that he didn’t hold grudges.
Yet for some reason, he couldn’t let go of this.
Brantley sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head in his hands.He focused on breathing, trying to calm himself.They needed to sleep so they could put a plan into motion in the morning.He wanted to track down Martin Calloway and figure out what the bastard was doing.Determine whether he was holding Kylie in some safe house somewhere or if it was all a figment of Holt’s overactive imagination.
The door lock beeped, signaling someone unlocking it.He sat up straight, watching as Tesha and Reese came in.
Without hesitation, Tesha trotted right to her bed on the floor and curled up in it, preparing for sleep.Exactly what Brantley should’ve done when he came into the room.The preparing for sleep part, at least.
Reese stood at the door, Tesha’s leash in his hands.He seemed hesitant to come all the way into the room.Brantley didn’t blame him.He felt like a caged animal about to chew through the bars.
Their eyes remained locked for several heartbeats, and Brantley had to assume Reese could detect the hunger flowing in his veins.And it damn sure wasn’t for food.
“I need you,” he told Reese, watching him, aching for him.“Can I have you, Reese?”
“Always.”
“Then strip,” he ordered.
One dark eyebrow cocked, but Reese didn’t question the command or the brunt force with which it was delivered.He set the leash on the open suitcase before reaching behind his head and grabbing a fistful of his shirt, tugging it over his head.
Fuck, yes.That was what he needed.That sinful body.Thatman.
Brantley watched as Reese slowly stripped, removing every stitch of clothing that covered the body that was built for Brantley’s pleasure.
From the first time he saw Reese naked, he’d been mesmerized.Long and lean, Reese was utter perfection.All toned muscle and sinew, he was strength and grace personified.From the planes and angles of his impressive chest to the perfection of his tapered waist and those chiseled oblique abdominal muscles.
Damn, but he made Brantley’s mouth water.
And the fact that Reese belonged to him was not something he would ever take for granted.
“Come here,” he instructed when Reese was naked.
His husband moved toward him, his powerful legs bringing him closer.When he was an arm’s length away, Brantley reached forward, curling his fingers around Reese’s erection, which was bobbing proudly, hard and thick.He pulled him by his dick, bringing him right where he wanted him.
“I’m hangin’ by a thread,” he warned.
Reese’s golden eyes glittered with heat as he caressed the top of Brantley’s head with one hand.“I know.”
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
The corner of Reese’s mouth lifted.“I know.”
“Hard.Deep.”
Their eyes remained locked as Brantley stroked Reese’s cock.
“I expect you to say my name when you come.”
