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The disappointed pout that pursed Jordan’s lips was almost worth the argument Brantley and Daniel had had the night before.

“Youcannotbe serious right now. Who is more important than me? And don’t you dare try to lie to me, Hayes. I saw the way that boy looked at you. I deserveallthe dirty details.”

He was about to open his mouth and tell Jordan that he would explain everything later, but right as the words were about to come out, Daniel walked around the side of the porch and stopped directly behind his friend.

Well, this should be interesting. How much did he hear?

“Let’s clear up your first mistake, shall we…” Daniel said.

Jordan whirled around to face him. He was shorter than Daniel by more than a couple of inches, and by the self-satisfied smile on Daniel’s lips, he was enjoying that fact quite a lot.

“Heis not a boy. And second,” he said, plucking the wine from Jordan’s fingers, “I’mhis five o’clock appointment. But you should come back tomorrow. I promise he’ll have plenty of dirty details to give you by then.”

When Daniel’s eyes moved past Jordan’s stuttering self to find his, Brantley’s knees weakened and his palms started to sweat.

Christ, that look promises all kinds of depravities.

True to Jordan’s personality, he stepped aside and made a sweeping gesture that Daniel should pass, and without sparing him a second glance, Daniel walked forward and handed Brantley the bottle of wine.

“Afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” he replied, rather pleased with himself for having gotten that much out, considering talking was now at the bottom of his priority list.

“Tell him goodbye now, Brantley.”

His cock pounded at the order, and when he looked at Jordan, he was busy fanning his face and mouthing, “Call me,” as he walked away.

Bringing his attention back to Daniel, he asked, “Would you like to come inside, Finn?”

“I told you what I wanted this afternoon. I’ve come to collect it.”

He knew exactly what Daniel wanted, because he wanted it too: the kiss he’d left without the night before. And, as he took a step back and put the wine on the entry table, Daniel followed.

“You didn’t bring a bag,” Brantley pointed out as Daniel kept advancing.

“I did,” Daniel told him, and then he took his hand to pull Brantley close. “I just wanted my hands free when I finally got them on you.”

“God, yes,” Brantley murmured, and Daniel finally lowered his head and touched his mouth to his.

DANIEL WANTEDTO kiss Brantley for the rest of his life.

That realization was nothing new. He’d known that fact since the first kiss they’d ever shared, and standing this close to him again only solidified that thatwanthad not changed.

He brought a hand up to the back of Brantley’s head to hold him still, and as he gently ghosted his mouth over the lips under his, he said, “Don’t go shy on me now, professor,” and then stroked his tongue along the seam of Brantley’s lips.

A groan left the man he was sampling, and as they sized one another up, the heavy breathing between the two of them was all that could be heard. Brantley then stepped backward to lean against the wall and tugged on Daniel’s shirt, urging him to follow. He did without hesitation, and shifted his hips in close so he could rock his erection over the one he could feel in Brantley’s shorts. Then he took that handsome face between his hands and said, “Give it to me. I want the kiss I didn’t get last night. The same one I was deniedeveryday I was away from you. The kiss of a man who invited me to stay in his bed for two weeks.”

He lowered his head, and just when their lips were about to meet, the hand on his chest held him off. He narrowed his eyes on the face angled up at him, and he wondered if Brantley was about to say no.

That clearly wasn’t what he had in mind, though, as a slow smile curved Brantley’s lips and he smoothed his palm down to Daniel’s ass, pulling him even closer.

“I invited you to stay in my house,” he said. “Youinvited yourself into my bed. Between my sheets, if I recall.”

“I didn’t hear you say no,” Daniel countered.

The grin that curved Brantley’s mouth was a total fucking turn-on. They both knew he’d never say no.And that hint of cockiness under all of that educated charm made Daniel’s dick ache.God, his thin linen pants were not doing shit to conceal his arousal, but Brantley’s shorts…they would have to fucking go.

Later.