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holding him there as they stumbled to the bed, then down onto it.

They rolled a couple of times, neither of them willing to go down easily.

“I’m not submissive,” Reese muttered, nipping Brantley’s lower lip.

He laughed, remembering Z’s comment from earlier.

Pulling back, he stared down into Reese’s eyes. “No?”

Those sexy brown eyes narrowed. “You want me to show you just how not submissive I am?”

He held Reese’s gaze. “You’re damn right I do.”

It was a dare, and it worked. Reese flipped them easily. Almost too easily, Brantley realized. Either he was getting lax or Reese was stronger than he’d given him credit for.

Their mouths fused once more, breaths racing out of their lungs as they became a fumble of hands, working to get clothes off. Neither of them gave quarter, and it became a genuine battle for dominance.

Although he considered giving in to Reese, Brantley was unable to accept defeat, which was how he ended up on top, Reese naked and sweaty beneath him.

He stared down into Reese’s eyes. “Another round later,” he said, his lungs still working overtime. “Right now, I want you to turn over.”

“Make me.”

Brantley smiled, couldn’t help it.

And then he did as Reese instructed. He flipped him onto his stomach, held him in place as he slid his cock along the crack of Reese’s ass. He was tempted to fuck him without lube but knew it wouldn’t be nearly as good for either one of them. It took effort, but he managed to hold Reese in place while he fumbled for the lubricant sitting on the nightstand. He smacked Reese’s ass a couple of times as he attempted to slick his cock and keep the man from getting away from him at the same time.

It worked in his favor, but he figured Reese wasn’t giving him one hundred percent.

When he sank into the blistering heat of Reese’s ass, Brantley groaned, his body stilling.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he ground out, his fingertips digging into Reese’s hips.

Beneath him, Reese began to move, clearly eager for him to get on with it.

With his adrenaline still surging, Brantley jerked Reese’s hips back, bringing him up onto his knees. He was close enough to the edge that he managed to shift one foot to the floor then the other while remaining lodged deep inside the man.

Then he fucked him.

Hard.

No holds barred.

With every punishing thrust, he jerked Reese toward him, their bodies slapping together, their guttural groans filling the air as they sated the urge. Despite the fact he knew it was only temporary, that he would be raring to go sooner rather than later, Brantley let himself enjoy this moment the same as he did every time they were intimate like this.

He had never felt anything this good, anything quite so overwhelming. With Reese, their joining was about more than the act, more than the sheer pleasure that came from fucking. And that was what made him crave Reese.

Because he was so worked up and the man beneath him was so fucking hot, Brantley didn’t last long. He pushed in deep, again and again, harder, faster, until his balls were so tight and that tingling sensation lit up right at the base of his spine before erupting into a brilliant shower of heat and light within him.

He didn’t waste time. As soon as he’d come, Brantley pulled out, flipped Reese over, and took him in his mouth. He figured he deserved the hard grip Reese applied to his hair as he held him there, driving his hips upward and fucking his face. Not long after, Reese war roaring his release, the sound something Brantley would never tire of hearing.

***

“You can catch a nap if you’d like,” Brantley said, his attention, like Reese’s, on the house they were staking out.

“You think I need a nap?” Reese peered over at Brantley. “Should I be worried about you, then? You’ve got what? Half a decade on me? Maybe bedtime needs to be moved up to, what, twenty hundred? Twenty-one hundred at the latest?”

Brantley chuckled. “Keep it up, smart-ass.”

Reese smiled in the dark, loving the sound of Brantley’s laughter. He’d never really paid much attention to someone else’s laughter or their smile. He had noticed, with Brantley, they were both rare. He was quick to grin and chuckle when he was with those closest to him, those he trusted with his life, but in mixed company, they were nearly nonexistent.

“Four years,” Brantley clarified. “But it’s my alpha side that keeps me young.”

It was Reese’s turn to bark