Hide & Seek - Nicole Edwards Page 0,7
between his thighs.
Brantley did all the work, shoving Reese’s legs wide, draping them over his arms, pushing his knees toward his chest as he began prodding his asshole with the head of his cock. Time for foreplay was over, the need too great to ignore any longer.
Helping him along, Reese reached down, guided Brantley where he wanted him, and breathed in deep when he pushed forward, impaling him in one intense thrust.
Reese grunted when Brantley folded him in half and retreated slowly, a wicked-slow glide out, then in. Out once more.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese moaned.
“You ready, baby?”
Fuck, he loved when Brantley called him that and he had no idea why.
“So fucking ready,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
That was exactly what Brantley did. He fucked him. Hard, deep. So fucking deep.
They maintained a leisurely pace with Brantley jerking his hips to fill Reese impossibly full on every downstroke. It wasn’t long before sweat broke out over his skin, his cock so hard it hurt.
Brantley held himself over him, those all-seeing eyes staring down. “Tell me, Reese.”
“More,” he bit out through clenched teeth, accepting the pleasure that coursed through him every time Brantley drove deep inside him. “Make me come.”
Brantley kneeled upright, his hands shifting to Reese’s knees as he held him there, using him as leverage as his hips once again surged forward and back. He began to slam into him. Faster, harder.
“Oh, fuck.” Reese was panting, his chest heaving as he gripped his cock, stroking in time with Brantley’s thrusts.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned. “You better come with me, Reese.”
Reese groaned, tightening his fist on his cock, jerking roughly. He was so damn close but it felt so fucking good. He didn’t want to come yet, he wanted it to last for—
“Oh, fuck!” Reese’s cock jerked in his fist as he came in a rush, his body shuddering from the near-painful blasts of ecstasy that rocketed through him.
Brantley groaned a second later, following him right over.
Chapter Three
The next morning, Brantley found himself once again sitting at his desk in the barn, feeling antsy.
“What do we have that’s local? Or relatively close?” Brantley prompted, feeling the need to get up and move around.
He wasn’t sure how they could all sit there so serene, behind a desk, noses buried in their computer screens. It was the one thing Brantley never understood. He needed to be out and about. Give him a mission and he was on it, head in the game, no questions asked. Tell him to search something on the internet and he’d rather shoot himself in the foot.
“Take your pick,” JJ said, sitting up to peer at him over her computer monitor. “We got another box yesterday afternoon.”
“From where?”
She shrugged. “No idea. Haven’t had time to start goin’ through them.”
“What are you workin’ on?” he asked, realizing too late that it had come out wrong.
Her eyes narrowed. “Just twiddlin’ my thumbs, B. That’s what you pay me for, right?”
“Shit,” he grumbled. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”
“You sure about that?” JJ bit out. “I mean, you’re more than welcome to deal with these expense reports if you’d like. Not sure if you know this, but someone’s gotta pay for all the equipment, and Rhonda’s breathin’ down my neck daily to get it done.”
“Who’s Rhonda?”
JJ shot him that are you serious right now? look. “The governor’s secretary.”
Her duh was implied.
“She’s not happy that she’s been tasked with gettin’ the task force set up, either. But we do what we have to.”
Effectively put in his place, Brantley took a deep breath, headed for the storage area where they were keeping the boxes of case files the various departments and agencies had started sending their way.
“I’ve pulled out a few,” Baz said, holding a folder high in the air to get his attention.
Pivoting, he headed over to Baz’s desk, where he had a stack of manila folders.
“Let me start this by sayin’, I haven’t had time to actually look over the notes, but I was lookin’ for those that might result in us findin’ the victim alive. Figured those were worth prioritizin’.”
Made sense to him, only there were quite a few files on Baz’s desk. If there were that many who could potentially be saved versus recovered…
Picking up the first file, Brantley skimmed the pages. Two-year-old boy abducted from front yard eight months ago. Suspect that convicted-felon father kidnapped. Case went cold after four weeks of searching.
Next folder. Woman last seen jogging at a lake in downtown Austin back in January of