moving into territory he wasn’t quite ready for, Reese was learning that there wasn’t much—if anything—Brantley could do that would turn him off.
When their struggle slowed, their lips brushing rather than melding, Reese cupped Brantley’s face, pulled back so he could look into the man’s eyes. “I’m all in,” Reese whispered, needing to remind him of the pledge he’d made before. “Don’t hold back from me.”
Brantley smirked, surprising Reese.
At least until those big hands cupped his ass, tugged his cheeks apart. “Not yet, you’re not.” Brantley released him. “But you will be. One day.”
Yeah. One day. It was inevitable, even if he could admit he wasn’t ready for it yet. Didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it, dreaming about Brantley sliding deep inside him, making love to him in a way no one had ever done before.
When Brantley turned away from him, Reese snagged the soap from the shelf. When his hands were slippery, he reached around Brantley, pulled him back against him, chest to back as he reached around Brantley’s hip, his fingers circling his cock.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Fuck, yes,” Brantley moaned, relaxing against him as Reese began stroking his heavy cock. “Don’t stop doin’ that.”
No, Reese hadn’t experimented with all the ways he knew he could pleasure Brantley, but this was becoming second nature. He’d gotten familiar with Brantley’s rigid cock gliding in his palm. Velvet over steel, thick and long. While he couldn’t see his hand moving over Brantley, he didn’t need to; the sensation was more than enough to guide him.
Brantley lifted his arm, reaching around and cupping the back of Reese’s neck, holding on while his hips pumped. Reese groaned as Brantley fucked his hand. Every now and again, Reese would tease the head with his thumb, ragged moans escaping Brantley.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned.
Reese wrapped his free arm around him, holding him tightly as he jerked him faster, harder. The guttural groan that came out of the man was damn near enough to have Reese coming again.
Holding firm when Brantley’s legs weakened, Reese chuckled. Only then did he realize the water had cooled significantly.
“Think I’m gonna have to invest in a bigger water heater,” Brantley said, turning to face him.
Reese grinned, feeling complete for the first time in days. “Probably not a bad idea.”
Not a bad idea at all.
Chapter Two
“Tell me again why we’re meetin’ on a Sunday night? Is this when you plan to kick off our week?” JJ inquired as she took a seat on the black leather couch she’d bought for the barn, a paper plate with a slice of pizza and one breadstick in her hand. “Because I was under the impression the workweek starts on Monday.”
“Until Reese is workin’ with us full-time, it’s the best time slot,” Brantley explained, taking his own plate over to the desk she’d assigned to him. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it did appear to be new. On the top sat a laptop computer, a single notepad, and a jar of pens. It was the mirror image of the desk set up for Reese, neither having been used for work up to this point, but it did make a damn fine dinner table.
“You get a replacement yet?” JJ asked Reese.
“Did. Yeah.”
Brantley discreetly watched the ridiculously sexy man. At least he hoped he was being discreet. For whatever reason, when the guy was in the same room, Brantley wanted nothing more than to look at him. Okay, not necessarily true. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than look, but he was keeping his lust under control. Mostly.
“Who?” JJ asked. “Do I know him?”
“Her,” Reese clarified. “Autumn Jameson. One of Lorrie’s nieces.”
“She qualified?”
“More so than I am. Got her degree in business, was doing the corporate thing, decided she wanted to slow her pace.”
“She live here?”
Brantley watched the exchange, chowed down on pepperoni, sausage, and green peppers.
“No. Closer to the city, but she’s keepin’ her eye out for real estate in the area. She’s willin’ to rent if it comes down to it.”
“Not easy to come by.” Brantley knew from experience. The house he’d purchased had been on the market for three hours before he managed to swoop in and snag it thanks to a rather aggressive Realtor referred to him by none other than his cousin Travis. Timing was everything when it came to buying in Coyote Ridge.
“Don’t you have an apartment?”
Brantley frowned over at JJ, curious as to where she was going with this.
“What?” she asked around a