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taste of him going right to his head.

“Fuck,” Brantley rasped. “Reese…”

He brushed another kiss over the head, another lick. He stopped thinking about what he was doing and let the sensations take over, the desire to feel him in his mouth. He parted his lips, taking the engorged head between them, closing his mouth around him as he flattened his tongue and tasted more, explored more.

“Holy … fuck.”

Oh, yeah. That was working for him, too. The way Brantley panted and moaned, as though this was the most intense thing he’d ever felt.

Reese got bolder, opening his mouth wider, drawing more of him in. He sucked as he retreated, letting Brantley’s throaty groans drive him to do more. He was aware of every ridge along his tongue, the vein that ran up the underside. He had no firsthand experience with giving head but knew what pleased him, so he used that knowledge, giving back until he was sucking deeply, his head bobbing up and down as Brantley’s cock fucked deep into his mouth.

“Careful, Reese,” Brantley groaned. “You’re gonna make me come. Not yet.”

He slowed his ministrations, licking rather than sucking, venturing lower, letting his tongue glide over Brantley’s heavy sac.

Another grunt, a deeper groan.

“Fuck me,” Brantley pleaded.

Reese paused, lifting his head, not sure he’d heard him right.

“Fuck me, Reese. Get inside me.”

He hated to stop but the temptation was more than he could handle.

Hoping he didn’t appear too eager, he reached out, grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand, shifted so he was kneeling beside Brantley as he leaned over, kissing him because he couldn’t resist.

When he sat back to roll on the condom, then reached for the lube, Brantley rolled onto his stomach. Reese was behind him in an instant. There was no hesitance like the first time. He slicked his fingers, sliding them deep inside Brantley’s ass as he leaned over him, dragging his lips across his shoulders, nipping the back of his neck. He scissored his fingers, preparing Brantley for his cock.

“Now,” Brantley urged, his ass rising, hips pushing back to take more of his fingers. “Fuck me, Reese.”

Because he couldn’t wait another minute, Reese guided his cock into the tight, blazing-hot hole, pushing in as far as he could go before stopping.

He nipped Brantley’s shoulder once more. “You can’t come,” he ground out. “Not until I’ve got you in my mouth again.”

This time Brantley’s groan sounded tormented and it made Reese smile. That smile faded, turning into pure bliss as he began moving inside Brantley, pushing in deep, retreating slowly, loving the way his tight ass stroked every nerve ending.

When Brantley began rocking against him, Reese dug his fingers into his hips and held him in place, pushing in deeper, harder, faster until he was fucking him in earnest, the sheer ecstasy rocking him from all angles. Time warped. He wasn’t sure if it had been seconds, minutes, or even days as Brantley’s body gripped him like a vise.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Brantley said, his hands fisting the comforter. “Oh, fuck … Reese. It’s too good. I…”

“Don’t you dare come,” he warned. “Not yet.”

A tortured growl sounded and Reese gave himself over to the overwhelming pleasure. He let Brantley’s ass stroke him several more times before he groaned long and low, coming so hard he thought for a second his head would come off his shoulders.

But he didn’t waste time, didn’t let the high of release stop him. He pulled out, manhandling Brantley until he was on his back, then took him in his mouth once again. There was no exploration this time. He simply offered up his mouth, letting Brantley fuck himself into his throat. Reese moaned around the thick cock tunneling in deeper with each frantic thrust. And when Brantley came, he closed his eyes and drank him down.

The emotion that overcame him was surprising. Not fear, not anxiety. Something equally powerful though.

It was in that moment, right there in Brantley’s bed, that Reese realized what he felt for Brantley was so much more than desire.

It was love. He was falling in love with this man.

And not surprisingly, the acknowledgement scared him. But not nearly as much as he’d expected.

Chapter Six

The next day started out with Brantley agreeing to meet Professor William Dugan, the former principal of Coyote Ridge High School, back when Lauren Tyler had gone missing, at a Starbucks near the UT campus.

Professor Dugan had since left his position in secondary education, taking a job at the University of Texas teaching English or