Page 54 of To Have and To Hold
“I love your fuckin’ mouth,” he muttered, watching Reese bob on his cock.
Reese’s gentle worship was driving him out of his mind. The tension had been building slowly … so fucking slowly that he couldn’t take much more without his legs giving out.
“Suck me, Reese. Suck me hard. Fuck.” Reese’s tempo changed, as did the suction. “Oh, yes. Like that. Make me come, baby. Oh, yeah.”
Brantley didn’t look away even as the pleasure morphed into a high unlike anything else, the sparks in his spine intensifying as his orgasm barreled down on him. He shifted his hands, holding Reese’s head still as he pumped his hips, driving in as deep as he could before he came with a roar that echoed off the tiled walls.
When his cock stopped jerking and twitching, he fell back against the wall, attempting to catch his breath, praying his legs would hold him up.
Reese slowly got to his feet, his hands wandering over Brantley’s stomach and chest as he moved closer to kiss him. Brantley scrounged for what little energy he had left, holding Reese to him while their tongues danced. He turned so Reese was against the wall, putting Brantley in control. He licked at his mouth while he returned the favor, jerking Reese’s cock in his fist. He didn’t waste time, driving Reese straight to the point of no return. He was still kissing him when he felt Reese’s muscles lock, his cock throbbing in his hand.
“Come,” Brantley said, pulling back enough to watch Reese’s face as he succumbed to his orgasm. His jaw clenched, his eyes rolled back, and his neck stretched as he groaned softly.
A bolt of lust snapped his spine straight when Reese’s cum splashed on his belly. He held firm, stroking every last drop from him.
“I think I’ve created a monster,” he whispered, kissing Reese again, slower this time.
He couldn’t seem to get enough of this man. It didn’t matter that they’d fucked themselves past exhaustion last night; the lust continued to simmer deep within him. It took everything in him not to jump him morning, noon, and night every single day. He would if he could. Hell, he’d put his entire life on hold to spend every waking moment buried to the hilt inside Reese.
It seemed Reese had the same idea. Ever since they’d gotten their marriage license, Reese had been insatiable. Which was a thrill in itself. Brantley certainly didn’t mind the man pursuing him for a change.
Like the night at the hotel. Reese had shocked the shit out of him as soon as they were sealed in their room. Before Brantley knew what was happening, Reese had him bent over the desk in front of the expansive windows overlooking the lake. Reese proceeded to fuck him until they were both too tired to stand up. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the man quite so aggressive, and he’d loved every single second.
“You good for a little while?” he asked as he took a step back and reached for the shower sprayer.
Reese tipped his head back, his chest heaving as he used the wall to hold him upright. “Maybe.”
Brantley knew now wasn’t the time to bring up a touchy subject, but it had to be done, so he forged ahead.
“I wanna stop by the resort today and talk to Travis,” he told Reese, not looking at him as he spoke.
A sigh sounded behind him. “Somehow, I knew you were gonna say that.”
“I just wanna check on him. You don’t have to go with me.”
“I’ll go.” Reese moved up behind him, his chest pressing to Brantley’s back. “I want to.”
For some reason, that made him feel better. He didn’t want Reese to think he was looking for a distraction because that wasn’t the case. However, he couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with Travis a couple of weeks ago. He’d definitely sounded different, and though Brantley preferred to focus only on marrying Reese, ignoring Travis when he was on a rampage wasn’t a good idea.
And that wasn’t only his guilt talking. Brantley would never forgive himself for what happened to Kylie. He couldn’t. If he’d only done things differently, there was a good chance Kylie would still be alive, and Travis wouldn’t be unraveling slowly. But the consensus seemed to be that was exactly what was happening, and if there was something he could do, Brantley knew he had to try.
“You wanna grab breakfast at the diner?” Reese asked. “Then we’ll head over.”
Brantley nodded, then proceeded with the task he’d set out to complete before Reese had come in and rocked his world.
An hour later, they were sitting at a booth, Tesha sleeping soundly under the table between their feet. They were sipping coffee, waiting for their food while Reese unrolled his silverware from the paper napkin. When his was open, Reese reached for Brantley’s and did the same. Brantley watched, curious what he was doing. A smile formed when he realized Reese was forming their knives, forks, and spoons into the number 5.
Brantley looked up, met Reese’s gaze. “Five more days.”
“Down to the wire now.” Reese picked up his coffee mug. “You sure you wanna go through with it?”
“I haven’t had a doubt since the day I met you.”
Reese held his stare, and Brantley loved the way his golden eyes glittered with love. Sure, they’d had some rocky times on their way to this point, but Brantley had known from the beginning that Reese would change his life. And he had. In so many ways.
“Bryn mentioned Travis talked to Holt Callahan,” Reese said.
Brantley swiftly adjusted to the subject change. “Yeah. I’ve been thinkin’ about that, too.” He sipped his coffee. “It might be worth talkin’ to him first. See if he’ll tell us what they talked about.”
