“You want more?” Brantley offered, snatching his own plate before heading back to the stove.
“I’m good. Thanks.” Reese watched him. “You’re not at all worried about meetin’ my family?”
Brantley turned around with his plate full once more. “Why would I be?”
Reese shrugged. “It’s not weird?”
“No. What’s weird is the fact that we live together and neither of us has met the other’s family.”
He had a point there. Not that Reese regretted the fact they’d decided to move in together. It felt right to him. Or it would once he managed to convince the man to actually go out and buy some furniture. Maybe a pool table for the upstairs game room. Probably wouldn’t hurt if they had a guest bedroom.
Baby steps, he reminded himself.An hour and a half later, Reese was crawling into bed beside Brantley.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” he asked, feeling a tad vulnerable after their dinner conversation.
Brantley clicked the remote to turn off the television, the weather guy’s face disappearing in an instant. “No. Why would I be?”
Reese shrugged, then flipped off the lamp on his side of the bed. It pitched the room into darkness, not making his insecurities any better.
He flopped back on his pillow, stared up at the ceiling although his eyes hadn’t adjusted and he saw only black.
“I want to meet your parents,” he said, hoping to reassure Brantley that this wasn’t some fucked-up crisis he was undergoing. God knows he’d had enough of those lately.
“No, you don’t,” Brantley teased, his big arm sliding over his chest as Brantley eased up to his right side. “But that’s normal.”
As usual, he let the foreign sensations wash over him. The man was big and hard, a far cry from the women he’d been with in the past. Reese could feel the hair on Brantley’s leg as it brushed his, the scent of his musky body wash. Initially it had been awkward, this insane attraction he had to Brantley. Now it settled around him, comforting in its familiarity.
“Is it?” Reese turned his head toward Brantley. “Normal?”
“You said you’ve never met the parents before, right?”
“Yes.”
“So what stopped you before?”
“Never felt like the right time.”
“Does it now?”
“Yeah.” Reese relaxed again, staring up at the ceiling. “It does. Now it’s just nerves.”
“They’re gonna love you.” Brantley’s lips brushed his shoulder. “As much as I do.”
Warmth churned through him, filling his chest. Ever since they had declared their love for one another, it had gotten a bit easier for Reese. Sure, he was still uncertain of himself, but he figured that was to be expected in any relationship. However, there was the comfort of knowing they had something real between them.
No, he wasn’t quite comfortable with the whole PDA thing. Then again, Brantley wasn’t the lovey-dovey sort, so he didn’t have that to worry about. They also hadn’t gone out on another public date after the epic failure that was their first and only. Reese still felt ill when he thought about it, but it seemed Brantley had put it behind them.
“Relax,” Brantley whispered, his lips trailing upward toward his neck. “Let me have you, Reese.”
Oh, how he loved to hear that coming out of Brantley’s mouth. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he definitely enjoyed submitting to this man, giving himself over and not having to worry about anything but the pleasure that came from their bodies coming together.
“Can I have you?” Brantley taunted, his leg hooking over Reese’s, his big hand sliding down Reese’s stomach, making the muscles contract.
“You’ve got me.”
“Mmm.”
With little effort, Brantley shifted and was over him, Reese’s legs gripped between Brantley’s knees. That wicked-hot mouth blazed a fiery trail across his skin from his neck downward, over his chest. The man paused to tease Reese’s nipples, making his entire body harden from the exquisite sensation. He’d never felt anything like what he felt when Brantley touched him.
“Get the lube,” Brantley urged. “I’m gonna need it in a bit.”
While Reese twisted his torso, reaching over to open the nightstand drawer, Brantley’s warm mouth circled his cock. He groaned long and low, forgetting for a second what he was doing as he pumped his hips, pushing into the blessed wet heat working him into a frenzy. Somehow he managed to remember his mission, retrieving the lube from the drawer, tossing it in Brantley’s direction.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, cupping Brantley’s head, loving the way his hair tickled his palm. “Suck me.”
Brantley moaned, sending vibrations up through his shaft, which ignited a tingle in his spine.
Reese sank into the pillow, letting the pleasure consume him, the heat gliding up and down his cock. Every so often, Brantley would lick his balls, that wicked tongue stirring to life every nerve ending in his body.
It seemed to go on forever until Reese was hanging by a thread, seconds away from detonating.
