“Let me touch you, Reese.”
The shocking request had his hand stilling, his mind whirling.
“I’ll only touch unless you tell me otherwise.”
The promise was sincere, and Reese knew he couldn’t ignore the fact he wanted Brantley’s hand on him.
“Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head. “Yes.”
Unhurried, with his hand still gripping himself firmly, Brantley rolled to a sitting position, got to his feet. Reese watched with rapt attention as he cleared the scant two feet between the beds. He noticed the flex and pull of Brantley’s muscles as he kneeled on the mattress, his legs parting so that he was straddling Reese’s thighs.
He was fairly certain he stopped breathing altogether when Brantley took him in hand, his long, strong fingers curling around his cock.
Reese’s hips lurched upward, his legs restrained by the man sitting astride him. He was aware of Brantley in every way. The crisp hairs on his legs brushing his own, the warm, calloused palm gliding intimately over him. He was still captivated by the sight of Brantley stroking himself in tandem, one cock in each of his skilled hands.
Seconds felt like an eternity, minutes like infinity as Brantley gave him a hand job that rivaled all. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open, his brain foggy from lust and the intense urge to come. He held off for as long as he could, though he wasn’t sure how he managed. When he came, it was with a brittle cry that sounded overly loud in the room.
He never closed his eyes, though, didn’t let the exquisite rush overwhelm him. After all, Brantley wasn’t finished, he was still jerking his cock, his movements now hurried, as though he was chasing his own release.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned.
Reese wanted to tell him to come all over him, but the words remained locked in his throat as he watched Brantley’s dick jerk and twitch in his fist, cum spurting forth, covering the man’s rippling abs.
It was almost enough to have him coming again.
Chapter Sixteen
The shrill sound of a cell phone was what brought Brantley into consciousness. He blindly reached out for the nightstand only to end up smacking a hard, warm body beside him.
“Shit,” he grumbled, rolling the other way and reaching over to grab the phone before it went to voicemail. “Hello?”
“I’m sorry to wake you,” JJ said, her voice rushed, “but I think I’ve found her, Brantley.”
His mind came online a second after his body clearly registered her meaning. He was sitting upright, eyes opening as he took in the darkened room.
“Where?” he demanded, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and getting to his feet.
“I’ve got an address, and as soon as you give me the go-ahead, I’ll call the local police.”
Brantley was processing her words even as he dragged on his jeans. He was vaguely aware that Reese was behind him doing the same thing.
“Okay. How far is it from me?”
“Based on your GPS signal, it looks to be about ten minutes to your north. It’s a small house rented by a Marie Aronda two weeks ago. Juliet’s middle name is Marie, so I figured it was a safe bet. I’ve been up for a couple of hours, working to hack the local traffic cameras, but unfortunately there aren’t that many in the area, so I haven’t been able to confirm she’s in the vicinity.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he assured her. “We’re headin’ that way now. I need you to call Travis for me, JJ. Actually, no. I need you to go to his house. Right now.”
“Of course. I’m at my house, so only a couple minutes away.”
“Perfect. I’ll call you when we get there, let you know what we find.”
He disconnected the call, tugged on his T-shirt, boots, then stuffed the rest of his shit back in his bag. Reese did the same without a single question, clearly reading the situation without the need for details. Two minutes later, they were in the Tahoe, the address plugged into the navigation.
Until that point, Brantley hadn’t even noticed the time. It was a few minutes after seven and the sun was already rising in the sky, brightening the almost-fall morning. But it wasn’t the warm air that had him sweating. No, that was thanks to the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the chase that had been drilled into him by the Navy. It didn’t matter that the little girl they were going in to get was family, either. At the moment, she was the package he was sent in to retrieve, and come hell or high water, he was going to retrieve it successfully.
“What’s your plan?” Reese asked, his voice low and even, eyes scanning the streets as Brantley raced to their destination. “Think we should wait for the police?”
As much as he wanted to say yes, Brantley wasn’t sure that was possible. Policy and procedure had never really been his thing. It was one of the reasons he could never be a cop. The only thing that mattered to him was Kate. Juliet had already sealed her fate by taking the little girl. What happened to her after they got to safety wasn’t his concern.
