Page 14 of Missing Pieces (Brantley Walker: Off the Books #12)

Reese woke to the sound of Brantley’s phone buzzing on the nightstand. Before he could elbow him and tell him to answer, Brantley was groggily muttering, “Hello.”

He couldn’t make out what the person on the other end of the line was saying; however, he could tell they were female, and he detected some excitement in their voice.

“Calm down, JJ,” Brantley said, his voice thick with sleep.

Maybe it wasn’t excitement. Perhaps it was panic. Was it time? Was she in labor?

The questions were enough to rouse him out of sleep, making it impossible to drift off again.

She was rambling on, too quickly for Reese to make out. Not that he cared to eavesdrop. Provided it didn’t mean he was expected to be out the door in ten seconds once Brantley disconnected.

“Let me talk to Baz,” Brantley rasped, his voice low.

Reese rolled to his back and propped his arm over his eyes, wishing for a few more minutes of sleep. It was a pipe dream at this point, but he wasn’t quite ready to get out of bed.

“Yes, I believe you. But I’d like to hear it from him.”

Smiling into the darkness, Reese listened until a deeper voice sounded on the phone.

“Is she really in labor?”

Reese dropped his arm and turned his head to stare at Brantley, waiting for the answer he wouldn’t be able to hear. The room was dark, but the light in the hallway—the one they kept on for Tesha—provided enough glow to see his silhouette.

“Well, that’s good to know.”

Since Brantley didn’t sound panicked, he figured they had time yet. Which gave Reese an idea. He wasn’t ready to get out of bed, but he definitely wouldn’t be going back to sleep, so there was only one thing left to do.

Moving slowly, he tugged the blankets off and scooted down the bed.

He felt Brantley shift. A second later, the bedside lamp came on.

Brantley’s eyes opened, following him as he said, “Did Dr. Tinder say when?”

Reese settled between Brantley’s legs, smiling when Brantley shifted to make room. He peered up to see the man watching, one arm tucked underneath his head, the other holding his phone to his ear.

“Is there anything we need to do for y’all?” Brantley asked. “Want us to stop by the house? Grab anything?”

While Brantley continued to watch him, Reese used the softest touch to tease Brantley’s cock until it was hard and thick. With their eyes locked, he leaned down and took him in his mouth.

Brantley’s soft gasp made him smile despite the cock stretching his lips.

“Yeah. Okay. We’ll … Sure, Baz. Keep us updated.”

Expecting Brantley to hang up, Reese began sucking him deeper, gently massaging his balls.

“Yeah … uh … fuck … No. Sorry. I was … Yeah. All right. I’ll wait for him to call, sure. Later.”

Reese pulled off Brantley’s cock and wrapped his fist around the thick shaft, stroking as he stared up the length of Brantley’s body.

“Wait for who to call?” Reese asked.

The phone clattered when it hit the nightstand.

“Does it matter?”

Reese chuckled. No, it didn’t. Not at the moment.

He stroked with both hands.

“You’re just rackin’ up all the payback points, aren’t you, Tavoularis?”

“Figured you needed some motivation this mornin’.”

“So your mouth found its way to my dick to incentivize me?”

Reese chuckled, then resumed the blowjob, enjoying the way Brantley’s grunts and moans grew louder.

“You know how much I wanna come down your throat right now?”

Reese moaned, urging him to do exactly that.

“If I do, I’m still fuckin’ you in the shower after our run.”

Reese peered up at him, met Brantley’s gaze, hoping he could see the anticipation those words gave him.

“You want that? You want me to bend you over in the shower and ram my dick deep inside you?”

Fuck. His cock thickened, pulsing.

“I need to feel you,” Brantley continued, bowing his back as Reese took him deep in his throat. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

Seeing all those rock-hard muscles flex and bunch as Brantley’s body arched and writhed was all he needed to continue. He loved watching this man, no matter what he was doing. But seeing him come undone was his favorite.

“Ah, Reese … fuck … don’t make me come yet. I need to be deep inside you, baby.”

Yeah, he kinda needed that, too.

Unable to wait, Reese pulled off Brantley’s cock and crawled up his body, draping himself over him.

“Now,” Reese insisted, reaching for the lube bottle sitting on the nightstand. “Fuck me now.”

Brantley’s smirk was laced with mischief. “I think I wanna wait until after the run.”

“Fuck you,” Reese said without heat, straddling Brantley’s thighs as he poured lube into his hand and slathered Brantley’s dick with it.

Laughing, Brantley tucked both hands under his head, groaning as he pumped his hips. “I love it when you’re hot for me.”

Which was all the damn time, but Reese was able to hide his arousal better than Brantley. Then again, he happened to like that his husband made a point to let him know how much he wanted him.

“Ah, yeah,” Brantley moaned as he fucked Reese’s fist. “Keep doin’ that.”

If he didn’t know better, Reese would think Brantley was about to come and leave him aching.

“Fuck me, Brantley,” he pleaded, although he didn’t let up, stroking Brantley’s cock firmly.

“How do you want it?”

He didn’t bother telling Brantley he would take whatever he wanted to give him. He knew better. Brantley wanted to know. He was a generous lover.

“Hard and deep.”

“Well, that’s a given.” Brantley grinned. “Fast or slow?”

Reese considered it. “Fast.”

Brantley grinned. “On your stomach.”

He wasted no time, moving off Brantley and flopping onto the bed.

Seconds later, Brantley was manhandling him into position, pulling him this way and that until Reese’s knees were bent and splayed wide, his ass hanging off the edge of the bed while Brantley stood behind him.

He gripped the comforter tightly as Brantley breached his anus with the thick head of his cock.

Reese sighed, breathing through the initial discomfort, then giving himself over to the pleasure as Brantley pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch.

Oh, fuck yes. He forced himself to relax even more, accepting Brantley’s cock.

He loved this part. Feeling Brantley, becoming one with him.

It was quite possibly the best feeling in the world.

He knew how much Brantley loved morning sex. Reese had never been big on it until Brantley. It had grown on him. He loved starting the day with Brantley fucking him into oblivion. Or vice versa. He usually had no preference, but there were moments like this when he wanted to be at Brantley’s mercy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tight like this,” Brantley moaned, gripping Reese’s hips as he rocked deeper into him. “You feel so damn good. You still want hard and fast?”

“In a minute,” Reese sighed, resting his head on the bed as Brantley pushed in and pulled out, slow and deep, caressing his prostate and making him see stars.

Brantley chuckled, his hands moving over Reese’s back as he maintained a slow, delicious pace. It lasted only a few minutes before Reese was pushing back against him, urging him deeper. Brantley provided, driving into him until he was fucking him in earnest.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Reese … don’t you come yet.”

Reese grunted, not sure he could hold off.

Brantley slammed into him several more times before reaching around, his fingers curling around Reese’s cock, the side of his index finger rubbing the extremely sensitive spot just beneath the head.

Reese hissed, the sensation more than he could handle as Brantley fucked him and stroked him at the same time.

“Oh, God, yes. That’s it, Reese. You’re close. Squeeze my cock. Now you can come, baby.”

And he did, crying out Brantley’s name as his orgasm seemed to go on forever. The best part was that Brantley was right there with him.

“We thought for sure we’d beat you here,” Violet Anderson said as she approached the table Archer had gotten when he arrived twenty minutes ago.

Archer smiled up at his friend’s girl. “I’m an early riser.”

“Not usually, he’s not,” Simon quipped as he sat in the booth once Violet got situated.

Simon knew him too well, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t argue his point. “Hey, I’m turnin’ over a new leaf.”

“New location, new leaf, huh?” Violet smiled and snagged a menu from the stack docked neatly on the table near the wall. She passed it to Simon, then looked back at him. “So when do you start the new gig?”

Archer grinned as he’d been doing ever since he left Brantley and Reese’s house yesterday. He wasn’t sure what it was about the prospect of working for this task force, but he was eager to get started.

“I haven’t given them an answer yet.”

“What?” She looked sincerely confused. “Why not? Do you not want it?”

Oh, he wanted it all right. More than he’d wanted anything in a long time.

“He tends to overthink big decisions,” Simon said, still perusing the menu.

“I do not,” he argued, though it was somewhat true. “I just want to get all the information I can before I decide.”

“You like to be informed,” Violet said with a grin. “Good to know. You’re gonna take it, though, right?”

“It’s somethin’ I could see myself doing, yeah. The people are cool.”

“Speaking of cool people. How’d it go with JJ?” Simon asked.

“Good.”

“You met her?” Violet asked.

“She wanted to interview me.”

Violet’s eyes glittered with curiosity. “How’d that go?”

“Good. Real good.” He’d actually enjoyed meeting the badass Jessica James. It gave him a better understanding of the woman who seemed to be the glue that kept the task force together.

“And it pays well?”

Better than Archer had been expecting. “It does.”

“And you’d be good at it, right?”

Archer smirked because Violet was looking at Simon when she asked, evidently attempting to get him to participate in the conversation.

When he didn’t respond, she elbowed him. “Right?”

Simon looked up, frowned. “Yeah, sure.”

She huffed a laugh. “You don’t even know what the question was.”

“You said he’d be good at it.” Simon smiled. “And to answer, I said, yeah, sure.”