Reese shivered as he nodded.
Because he sensed Reese was trying to anticipate Brantley’s next move, he decided to deviate from his original plan.Leaning forward, he took Reese’s cock between his lips.
Reese palmed the back of his head as he moaned softly, his hips jutting forward, pushing deeper into Brantley’s mouth.
Brantley sucked and licked, fondling Reese’s balls for long minutes, distracting his husband until the time was right for him to do what he really wanted to do.
In one swift move, Brantley surged to his feet, grabbed Reese around the waist, and threw him to the bed, face down.A second later, he was on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with his full weight.He straddled Reese’s thighs, pressing his aching cock against the hard muscles of Reese’s ass, his chest against Reese’s back.He nipped his earlobe, attempting to harness some of his self-control.
It wasn’t easy.If it weren’t for the fact he was fully dressed, he would’ve been inside Reese by now.
“I hate that bastard,” Brantley said, his voice low and rough near Reese’s ear.“I see red whenever I so much as think about him.”
Reese tried to buck Brantley off, but it was clear he wasn’t trying too hard.It took minimal effort to maintain control of the situation.
He pressed a kiss to Reese’s shoulder, then clamped his teeth down.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese hissed, his hips jerking.
“Hurt?”
“Yes.”Reese gasped.“Do it again.”
He did, biting Reese, leaving his mark on the man.For whatever reason, it pleased him to do so, made him feel a bit more in control.Every hiss, every moan that spilled from Reese was a reminder that the man was alive.
“Mine,” Brantley groaned, licking the sting away.
“Yours.”
Pressing his forearm across Reese’s shoulder blades to keep him in place, Brantley reached down with his other hand, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping in order to free his cock.He shoved the cumbersome fabric down far enough so he could slide his dick between Reese’s cheeks.
He spit in his hand, lubed the head of his dick as best he could, then began prodding Reese’s hole, pushing in, retreating.Precum became a lubricant, allowing him to push in deeper.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned as Reese’s body clasped him like a velvet fist.“So fucking good.”
He was aware of Reese reaching beneath him, jerking his trapped cock in time to Brantley’s thrusting hips.It didn’t take long before his tenuous grip on his control snapped.He got to his knees, shoving his pants down more, then jerked Reese back with him.He dug his fingertips into Reese’s hips as he held him in place and drove them both to that razor-sharp edge.He lingered there for long, blissful seconds as he chased that high that he only got when he was with this man.
When he reached the summit, he growled, “Come for me, Reese.Come.”Thrust.“Right.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Now!”
With a groan, Brantley slammed into him one final time, his cock erupting, filling the man he loved.Reese’s grunts and groans crescendoed at the same time, a signal that he’d launched headfirst into the abyss with him.
Reese lay on the bed, Brantley bonelesson top of him.He was replete and content for the first time in hours.
Brantley kissed his shoulder.“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he said, because it was the truth.
“You sure?”
Rather than respond, he shifted his hand over Brantley’s, where it rested on the bed.He played with the band on Brantley’s ring finger, turning it slowly.
He’d known from the moment Simon had mentioned Southern Boy Mafia that this case was going to be difficult on all of them, but especially Brantley.He hated Max with good reason.Reese probably should, too, but his guilt didn’t allow him to put all the blame on anyone else.And yeah, he still felt guilty about what he’d done: texting back and forth with Madison, meeting her for dinner.Looking back, he couldn’t understand why he would’ve risked everything for a woman he hadn’t loved.Sure, he’d thought he had at one point, but that was before Brantley came into his life and showed him what love really was.
So, no, he couldn’t hate Max for sending Rock to Madison’s rescue or for leaving Reese in that restaurant with a bullet in his chest.He blamed himself.He was the one who’d gone there, and that was the way the cards had fallen that night.
But here, now … he had let go of some of the guilt.Some, but not all.It would never fully disappear, but he didn’t dwell on it anymore.He chose to appreciate what he did have and to be grateful he hadn’t lost the most important thing in his life.
“I love you,” he whispered.
