Page 10 of Missing Pieces (Brantley Walker: Off the Books #12)

“Sure thing,” he said, reaching for the pen Brantley produced.

While he jotted down his email address and phone number, Brantley noticed Reese’s curious glance. He offered a subtle nod, letting him know all was good. At least for the moment.

When they left a few minutes later, Reese gave him a high-level of what he’d talked to Simon about.

Meredith Prescott. Mob hit. Adorites. According to Simon, Travis was on board with the idea of Simon pursuing a story about Kylie’s mother.

As for what that actually entailed, he had no idea. Wasn’t even sure Simon was clear on it.

“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later. What do you say we get some work done?”

“I’m good with that.”

Brantley headed upstairs to his office so he could dig through his email in search of a light at the end of that dark, ugly tunnel.

And, like every time he tackled it, he got sucked in for an hour and a half and accomplished pretty much nothing.

He absolutely detested email. Unfortunately, Sniper 1 Security thought it was the be-all-end-all of communication.

The majority of the crap he got in his inbox ended up in the trash folder.

“Tesha’s got training with Magnus,” Reese announced as he strolled into Brantley’s office.

“At the old place or new?”

“Old, but I’m gonna help Trey with a few things at the new place, so Magnus is meetin’ us there.”

“What time?”

“Three.”

Brantley glanced at his watch: 14:39.

Twenty-one minutes and Reese only had to travel across the street to make his appointment, leaving Brantley some time to seduce him. Not quite enough time for a quickie, but plenty for…

Oh, yeah. Plenty of time for that.

“What’s your plan for after?” he asked Reese as his body hummed with anticipation.

“If I can, I figured I’d swing by and talk to Holt. See if he’ll give me more on this supposed conspiracy.”

Brantley sat up straight, all amusement disappearing. “You really wanna go down that rabbit hole?”

Reese exhaled heavily. “I don’t know yet. When I think about all that Travis’s family’s been through and how…” Reese cleared his throat. “How we played a role in that. Yeah. I wanna help. More than that, I want answers. I think Travis wants us to do it, too.”

“Why hasn’t he said something?” That was the part Brantley didn’t understand. For some reason, Travis was avoiding them. Was that why? Because he blamed them for what happened?

“I think he’s been holdin’ off. The wedding and all.”

Ah. That made sense, too. Kinda.

“Now that it’s done,” Reese continued, “and Simon’s lookin’ to dig in his heels, I think it’s only a matter of time before Travis comes to us.”

Brantley nodded. “And because Holt Callahan was the one who uncovered the link between Kylie’s mother and Maximillian Adorite, you think that’s a good place to start?”

“As good as any. Simon wants our input, and I’d like to understand what their angle is before we proceed,” Reese said, as though Brantley wasn’t completely in agreement. “I’d like to sit down with Holt and have him tell me exactly what he told Travis.”

“You don’t want me to come with you?”

Reese stood tall and grinned. “Someone’s gotta hang back and handle the Monday call.”

“Ah, hell.” Brantley had completely forgotten about that damn call. Every Monday they chatted with Z, giving him an update on their cases. He usually managed to come up with an excuse and left Reese to chat with his brother. This was likely payback.

“You sure you don’t wanna do that? I could take Tesha.”

“Not a chance, Navy boy. I took the last three calls. You owe me.”

“I can think of a dozen ways I can pay you back. All will take”—he looked at his watch—“less than fifteen minutes.”

“So you marry a guy and suddenly he forgets all about the romance because he can get it done in fifteen .” Reese sighed dramatically. “I shoulda known.”

God, he loved this man. More so when he teased him.

“Fine. But I can’t promise Atticus won’t flirt with me while you’re gone.”

“Nice try.” Reese walked toward him. “Let him flirt. That ring on your finger says you’re mine for life.”

Brantley rubbed his thumb on his wedding band—something he found himself doing often—as he leaned back in his chair. He smiled when Reese planted his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward until their lips nearly touched.

“For life,” Reese repeated.

“Damn straight.” Brantley tilted his head back, closing the gap between their mouths. He let Reese kiss him, knowing the man wouldn’t walk away without branding him after a remark like that one.

Reese didn’t disappoint, angling his head, his tongue stealing into Brantley’s mouth.

It was all Brantley could do to keep from grabbing him and manhandling him over to the couch.

What he wouldn’t give to strip Reese naked and bury himself deep inside his warm, willing body.

He thought for sure his lust would’ve dimmed by now, but it seemed that being married had only amplified his need.

It didn’t matter that he’d fucked Reese before they rolled out of bed that morning—a routine that was becoming one of the very best parts of his day—or that tonight, when they went to bed, he would no doubt find a way to seduce him again. He couldn’t get enough.

Curious as to whether Reese’s willpower was stronger than his, Brantley slipped his fingers into the waistband of Reese’s jeans. He found the swollen head of Reese’s cock, teasing the tip. It was enough to have Reese gasping into his mouth.

“Let me suck you,” Brantley told him, snagging Reese’s lower lip between his teeth.

“We’ve got things to do.”

“Those can wait.”

“You’re procrastinating.”

“I want to suck your cock. I wanna make you come down my throat.”

Reese pulled back enough for Brantley to see the glitter in his golden eyes. He took that as a sign to proceed. Not breaking eye contact, he continued to fondle the head of Reese’s cock with his fingertips while he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

“You know you wanna fuck my mouth,” Brantley taunted, tugging Reese’s boxer briefs down to free his beautiful dick.

Reese grunted, standing taller and planting one hand on Brantley’s head. He was taking charge, something he’d done quite a bit these past few days. He was giving himself over to the desire that burned like wildfire whenever they were in the same room.

Brantley peered down, admiring Reese’s cock, his mouth watering in anticipation.

“You sure you want this?” he asked, letting his breath fan over the swollen head.

“Brantley…”

He lapped the bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip, then licked around the crest.

Reese grunted again, his hand tightening on Brantley’s head. “Put me in your mouth.”

Unable to resist, he pressed a kiss to the tip, then wrapped his lips around the bulbous head, sliding lower, swirling his tongue around the velvet-smooth flesh, relishing the familiar taste of strong, healthy male.

“Oh, yeah,” Reese rasped, his voice low and soft.

Brantley let Reese take control, pumping his hips, driving his cock into Brantley’s mouth as those strong fingers pressed firmly into his scalp. He could do this all fucking day, surrendering to this man. His partner. His lover. His husband.

“Fuck yes, Brantley. God, that feels good.”

He let the awe in Reese’s voice drive him, sucking, licking. He took his time, not wanting to rush but eager to give him the pleasure he deserved. He knew Reese was getting close because he began ramming his dick in deeper, pushing into Brantley’s throat. His groans echoed in the small office.

“Gonna come,” Reese warned. “Oh, yeah. Suck. Hard.”

Brantley did as requested, letting Reese use his mouth, fucking his face roughly.

He felt the first pulse of warning and prepared himself to consume every last drop.

Reese let out a garbled shout as cum splashed his tongue.

Brantley swallowed it down, easing off Reese’s dick slowly, disappointed that he had to stop.

“Jesus,” Reese hissed, lovingly caressing Brantley’s cheek. With a huff and a sigh, Reese released him as he stumbled back, righting his clothes as he gasped for air. Brantley leaned back in his chair and smiled.

“You good to walk out of here?” Brantley asked, laughing when Reese grabbed for the desk as he headed for the door.

“I’ll get you back for that one later.”

“Promise?”

Reese looked back over his shoulder, his eyes glittering and a sinful smile on his face. “Damn straight.”

Brantley laughed as Reese echoed his words from earlier.

“Don’t you dare miss that call!” Reese shouted as he disappeared into the hallway. “I’m takin’ Tesha.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he muttered. And he would certainly let Z know exactly how ridiculous he thought the weekly calls were. Again.