Page 48 of Finley

Daniel rolled his hips over Brantley’s, and, when he groaned, he did it again.

“No. They do not.”

“I feel sorry for them,” Brantley said as he wound his legs over the top of Daniel’s and arched his hips up. Then he winked.

Daniel’s cock throbbed even harder.

“You have a fantastic ass. Always have. Maybe we should hunt down those shorts. By the way, howdoyou keep it in such great shape? Do you still run?”

When a sharp pinch stung one of his cheeks, Daniel cursed and moved away to stand up. Rubbing his abused posterior, he looked back at Brantley, who was stretched out facedown on the sheets.And fuck if that isn’t an invitation all on its own.

“I do,” he said as he bent to snag the corner of the white sheet and tug it off the sexy man beneath. “And just for that, I’m going to makeyourun with me before you get any of my—what was it?—fantastic ass.”

Brantley rolled to his back with a groan. His flushed cock came into view, and Daniel licked his lips.Fucking hell.He wanted to climb back into that bed and lick him all over, so he made himself look at Brantley’s face. But the disheveled hair and early morning stubble lining his jaw did not help suppress that urge at all.

“I have to say, professor, I’m a huge fan of the silver.”

Brantley scoffed as he got up off the bed and went to walk past him. But Daniel took his arm and pulled him back so they were facing one another.

“I mean it. I love it at your temples and along your jaw line. But I really love it here,” he said as he ran his fingers over Brantley’s chest hair.

“I’m sure you do, but to me, it’s just a reminder that I’m—” Brantley stopped himself when he noticed the smug look on Daniel’s face. “You sneaky— You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Daniel pressed his lips to Brantley’s temple, where the silver strands were most visible through the warm chestnut, and whispered, “Yes, I did. I wanted an extra ten minutes to torment you. And don’t think I won’t be waiting for your next slip-up to add ten more.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re too smart for your own good?”

“Hmm. Actually, I had a professor who told me that once.” With a cocky-as-fuck smile, he let Brantley’s arm go and strolled over to the bureau to get dressed, or they would never get out the door for their run.

HALFWAY BACK TO his house,Brantley realized that Daniel had more than kept up with his running over the years. He must have added in weights and who the hell knew what else, because…damn,Daniel was a mass of sweat and muscle as Brantley powered up the beach alongside him.

With the morning sun beating down on the both of them, sweat ran down Brantley’s neck, and whenever he snuck a look at Daniel, which was more often than he would ever admit, he had to physically stop himself from grabbing him and dragging him to the ground.

Damn, when did I turn into a horny schoolboy with only one thing on his mind?

He usually had some semblance of control. But ever since he’d stepped out onto the Finleys’ balcony and gotten his first look at Daniel, his libido had reverted to when they’d first met.

Sneaking another look to his left, his eyes swept over Daniel’s white sleeveless shirt and red running shorts, and Brantley couldn’t miss the perspiration glistening on his brawny arms and legs. He was making it difficult to concentrate on running without an erection.

As they finally came to a stop at the base of the stairs leading to Brantley’s house, Daniel brought the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face in a move that was reminiscent of his younger self. But the body under that shirt had changed into someone Brantley was still learning. It was so odd to have such a blend of new and familiar. Odd but exciting.

“That’s some pretty serious ogling you’re doing there.”

He lifted his eyes to find Daniel staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Not changing your mind, are you?”

Brantley shook his head and then started up the stairs. “No. Was just thinking…”

Brantley wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was positive as Daniel followed behind that his eyes were glued to his ass.

“About…”

Once they’d reached the top of the stairs, they crossed over to the back door. Sliding it open, Brantley stepped inside, and was about to answer when Daniel caught his arms and pulled him flush against him.

“Not gonna tell me?”

The hard-on he’d been trying to avoid during his run finally rose to full mast as Daniel massaged his own cock against the crack of his ass.