Deadly Coincidence (Brantley Walker Off the Books #4) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,15

table. At some point, Reese promised they would be adding a table to the dining room, but for the moment it remained empty. Brantley continued to pester Reese for the hell of it, trying to convince him they needed to hang a heavy bag from the ceiling and turn the room into a gym. Who needed more than one table to eat at? The small one Reese had snuck into the breakfast nook was overkill if you asked him. Especially since they sat at the enormous kitchen island for dinner most nights.

However, one new thing Brantley was quite fond of was the Christmas tree they’d put up and decorated. It sat in the corner of the living room in all its artificial and fake-flocked glory, right in front of the big picture window overlooking the backyard.

It had actually been Brantley’s idea, and he’d seen the surprise on Reese’s face when he suggested they do it. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He was an alpha male who’d spent his life on the battlefield. He’d heard it from everyone, getting harassed by his friends and family. Didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the simple things like colorful flashing lights dangling from a tree and maybe a candle or two on occasion.

Although he hadn’t told Reese as much, he looked forward to creating their own traditions as they settled into their life together. It was new for both of them, even if for different reasons. While Reese wasn’t a stranger to romantic relationships, Brantley knew being in one with a man was foreign for him. And Brantley hadn’t had one for his entire adult life. By design, of course. Until Reese, he’d never met a man he wanted to spend any significant amount of time with. But the day he’d laid eyes on Reese Tavoularis, he’d known there was something different about him.

Brantley glanced over at Reese, saw he was watching him. “What?”

“You’re not watchin’ the movie.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Busted.”

“What’s on your mind, navy boy?”

His grin quickly morphed into something far more daring. “Definitely not the movie.”

“No?”

After placing his beer on the coffee table, Brantley shifted on the couch, moving into Reese’s personal space, forcing him to the side and down so that he was lying flat on his back.

Reese’s eyes glittered in the twinkling lights from the tree, his grin instantly heating all those places inside Brantley that used to be cold and dark before he came along.

“You’re on my mind,” he whispered, moving over Reese so they were aligned from chest to knee. “You’re always on my mind.”

“What you mean to say is you’re thinkin’ about sex.”

Brantley couldn’t help it, he smiled wider. “Busted again.” He leaned down, pressed his lips gently to Reese’s. “But sex with you happens to be my favorite thing in the entire world, so why wouldn’t I think about it twenty-four seven?”

He groaned softly when Reese’s hands trailed up his sides, sliding beneath his T-shirt, over his back. He’d never paid much attention to what it felt like when a man touched him. His previous encounters had been about one thing: orgasm. He hadn’t spent much time indulging on the way to the goal, but with Reese, he found he thoroughly enjoyed the journey.

Straddling Reese’s thighs, he leaned forward, grinding his rigid erection against Reese’s, loving the moans he elicited from the man when he did.

When Reese worked Brantley’s T-shirt higher, Brantley allowed him to remove it. When it was out of the way, he stared down at the sexiest man who’d ever been beneath him, rocking his hips, enjoying the friction on his dick.

“Push your sweatpants down,” he commanded, continuing to watch Reese’s face.

Brantley lifted his hips to allow Reese to do as instructed but didn’t go far. Once the gray cotton was down far enough to free Reese’s enormous cock, Brantley returned to what he was doing.

“You like that?”

Reese nodded, eyes closing as he gently rocked, mimicking Brantley’s smooth, unhurried rhythm.

“Now push my sweats down.”

Reese’s eyes opened, his hands gliding down Brantley’s sides again, fingertips dipping into the waistband before pushing them down over his ass, freeing Brantley’s cock.

Then they were skin to skin, the heat of their bodies adding an erotic element to their somewhat innocent encounter.

Reese grunted, his fingertips digging ever so lightly into Brantley’s back as he held him there, allowed Brantley to continue the bump and grind that provided a unique intensity to their lovemaking.

As much as Brantley enjoyed fucking Reese, sliding deep into his body, he loved this just as much. He