Page 69 of Blades and Bone

Brodie smiled, his fangs returning to the roof of his mouth. “And why would you think that?”

“Because you make me do stuff.”

“And you think I’m not doing that? I told you to pick up the nail brush.”

Hamish grabbed it and scrubbed a couple of fingernails. “My hands weren’t that dirty.”

“I never said anything about your fingernails.”

Hamish blinked, water trickling over his skin.

“Bend over and clean your feet.” He tossed the soap on the floor.

Hamish glanced at the soap and then back at Brodie, his gaze pausing on Brodie’s now hard cock. “And what are you going to be doing?”

“Helping.”

Hamish gave one fingernail a perfunctory scrub.

“Or not.” Brodie leaned against the tiles, wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked as if he didn’t care.

He watched as Hamish took far too long to think his options through… There were far more than the two presented. Was he even thinking that widely, or had his attention narrowed so far that getting out of the shower, changing directions by kissing him, or biting him since Hamish’s fangs were still down, weren’t even considerations?

“Make me.”

Brodie stilled. “Are you sure you want to go down that path?”

He dropped the nail brush. “Oops.”

“Fine.” He pushed off the wall and grabbed a handful of Hamish’s hair. “Last chance.”

“I don’t think you can.” His posture was cocky, but his words lacked the edge they’d had only seconds ago.

Brodie grasped Hamish’s balls and folded him over before he’d finished gasping. “How was that?”

“Unexpected.”

“Good. Pick up the brush and the soap.” He helped maneuver Hamish to complete the tasks but didn’t let him go. Once he held both items, Brodie stepped in front of him, keeping Hamish’s head between his thighs. He could go lower, but not higher. It was only then he released his balls and hair.

“Really?”

Brodie didn’t bother answering that. He placed one hand on Hamish’s ass cheek. “Not what I had planned, but it will work. You can do my feet while you’re down there.”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Hamish muttered.

Brodie ignored him as the brush tickled the ends of his toes. He slid his other hand over Hamish’s back, and down his crack. It would have been a much better view from behind him. As soon as his fingers brushed Hamish’s hole, his body jerked. Brodie kept playing with it, alternating between running his fingers over the tight pucker and circling, enjoying the way the muscle responded.

It wasn’t long before he was sure Hamish had stopped cleaning anything.

“Are you questioning your choices?”

“Yes. I think I’m drowning.”

“You’re talking, so you’re not. If you’d like to return to the previous option, you know what to say.” He pressed a little more firmly and was rewarded with a slight softening, as if eager to let him in.

“I’m sorry, I would like help.”

Brodie stepped away so Hamish could stand. His cheeks were flushed from having his head down, and he gave Brodie a glare.