Alibi (Brantley Walker Off the Books #5) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,42

several days, asking for any information leading to her whereabouts.

If he was being honest, it pissed him off.

Now as he stood in the shower, his head down, the heat of the water beating over his tired muscles, Reese tried to relax. He needed to regroup, to come up with a new plan. Juliet Prince was out there. It was just a matter of pinpointing where. No one could hide forever, regardless of how determined they were.

He must’ve been so lost in his own head that he hadn’t heard Brantley come into the bathroom, because it wasn’t until he felt the man press up against his back that he even realized he had company.

“You’ve been in here a long time,” Brantley said, his arms banding around him, palms flattening on his chest and pulling him back.

Reese leaned into the hard body, letting Brantley keep him upright.

“You’re thinkin’ too much.” Brantley’s voice was low, guttural. “I can help with that.”

“Can you?”

The hands pressed to his chest slid lower, gliding over his stomach, down, down.

Reese groaned softly when Brantley teased and tormented before finally fisting his cock. His touch was featherlight but more than enough to awaken every nerve ending in Reese’s body.

Tilting his head to the side, he gave Brantley access to his neck as warm lips caressed his skin.

He let himself be touched, enjoyed the attention, admired the confidence he felt in Brantley’s movements. The man could bring him pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known. He found it interesting how the rest of the world could fade away, even if only for the briefest of moments. Nothing else existed except for the two of them. Right here. Right now.

Reese turned in Brantley’s arms, needing to solidify the connection. He palmed Brantley’s head, pulled him closer until their lips fused. Leaning into the tiled wall, he let that kiss take him to new heights, enjoying the way Brantley explored his mouth. Always seeking, always searching, as though there was something new to find.

Reese’s hands wandered, gliding over slick skin. He was content just like this, although his body was prepping for more, his cock throbbing incessantly, the need for release igniting.

Brantley never pushed, his hand continuing to stroke Reese’s cock. Up, down. Slow, steady. It was enough for Reese’s heart to beat harder, faster, his breaths rasping in and out of his lungs.

Then the kiss broke and Brantley’s forehead rested against his, but his exquisite touch never disappeared.

“Come for me,” Brantley whispered as they both watched what Brantley was doing to him.

Reese groaned, his fingertips digging into Brantley’s hip as he held on, fought the insurmountable pleasure for as long as he could until…

“Fuck,” he groaned low in his throat, knees turning to jelly as his release barreled through him.

And then Brantley’s lips were back, his tongue leisurely sliding into his mouth as he came down from that incredible high.

“I love you,” Reese whispered, needing Brantley to hear the words, to know he meant them.

Brantley pulled back, their eyes met, and what he saw sated Reese on a different level.

“I love you, too,” Brantley whispered. “More and more every single day.”

Those words … they were his anchor, even when he didn’t realize he needed one.

*

Not wanting to go home to an empty house, Trey decided to go to Moonshiners. It wasn’t that he necessarily cared for a beer, but it seemed a better option than going to the diner alone. It sucked to eat dinner by himself, whether at a restaurant or at home.

He’d spent the better part of the day with the task force, listening as they berated themselves for not being able to find one woman despite all the information they’d received in the past few weeks. He felt their frustration, mirrored it even, but for the life of him, Trey didn’t know how to fix this. He didn’t know how to get them what they needed so they could end this once and for all.

Then Brantley had suggested everyone go home and sleep on it. To get some rest so they could come back tomorrow with renewed purpose.

Trey knew sleep wasn’t going to happen because it had eluded him for weeks now. He was running on adrenaline and fucking hope, neither of which was sustaining him.

So this was the only option.

When he walked in, he saw Mack was behind the bar, and the familiar face relaxed something inside him. It seemed Mack was working less and less these days, shifting responsibilities to Rafe Sharpe. Sure, Trey liked Rafe, but