Page 29 of Stealing His Human

To Nedrick’s pleasure, Brett chuckled but didn’t shy away from him. “Exploring’s a dirty business, I guess,” Brett stated, rubbing his right hand over his jaw as he held up his left. “So, the plastic bag?”

“Yeah. Let’s get you out of that shirt first,” Nedrick stated, reaching for the hem of Brett’s t-shirt.

As Brett lifted his arms and bent forward, allowing Nedrick to strip him, he muttered, “You like undressing me.” His head popped out the hole, and he straightened, arching a dark brow. “Don’t you?”

Knowing he needed to go with the truth, as Nedrick eased the shirt over his cast, he nodded. “Yes, I do.” Once the shirt was removed, he held it in his hands as he pinned his human with a serious expression. “I’ll always enjoy undressing you, my mate.”

Brett’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. His eyes narrowed. For a second, he seemed to be searching Nedrick’s face for something.

Then Brett scoffed softly and nodded. “Right. Mate.”

Focusing on his feet, Brett began toeing off his shoes.

Watching Brett, Nedrick got the distinct feeling that he’d just missed something. Then, recalling that his human had asked for the plastic bag, he lowered to one knee and fished one out from the side pocket of the backpack, as well as a rubber band. Rising to his feet, Nedrick sucked in a harsh breath as he swept his gaze over Brett appreciatively.

Without prodding, Brett had stripped to a pair of dark red boxer-briefs. His muscular thighs were on clear display, as was his flat stomach and trim waist. The skintight underwear hugged him in all the right places, showcasing a beautiful front-bump.

Nedrick’s mouth watered with a desire to drop to his knees and worship that hidden package... a package that appeared to be swelling beneath his appreciative gaze.

“Hey, swimming first,” Brett stated, moving his casted hand into Nedrick’s line of sight. “That’s for later.”

Wait. What?

Snapping his gaze to Brett’s face, Nedrick stared into his mate’s green eyes. His breath caught as he spotted the desire swirling in their depths. Nedrick nodded slowly, the realization that his mate intended for them to explore their carnal desires a little later filling him with heady anticipation as his own cock began to swell.

Okay then.

Clearing his throat, Nedrick focused on Brett’s arm and carefully banded the bag in place. He hesitated for just a second before reaching for the fly of his shorts. Nedrick couldn’t do a thing about his reaction to his mate, especially after a look like that, and he never wore underwear, so he gave a mental shrug and shucked his shorts.

Brett chuckled softly, the sound husky and low. “Right. Never shy around me.”

Nedrick paused as he eyed Brett. He found his mate’s focus riveted to his erection, which gave a twitch at the scrutiny. When Brett licked his lips, Nedrick barely held in a groan as a fresh rush of heat surged through him, and sweat beaded on his brow for a new reason.

Snapping his attention to Nedrick’s face, Brett smiled crookedly. “So, skinny dipping?”

Shrugging, Nedrick admitted, “I never wear underwear.”

Jerking a nod, as if Brett was coming to a decision, he shoved down his own boxer-briefs. They’d barely hit the ground before he’d started moving toward the water. His ass muscles flexed and relaxed, entrancing Nedrick.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” Brett hollered over his shoulder, and Nedrick laughed as he rushed after him.

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For the most part, Brett waded waist or chest deep, floating a little here and there. Nedrick noticed his mate was always careful to keep his arm out of the water as much as possible. His human eventually grabbed onto the branch of a large tree trunk, which was resting half in and half out of the water. He curled his left elbow around it and relaxed in the water.

Nedrick dove deep and swam to the bottom. He explored behind the waterfall and found a ledge but not a true cave. Standing on the ledge, Nedrick leaped through the curtain of water and dove into the lake on the other side.

The water was refreshing, but it did nothing to temper his need for his mate. It didn’t help that, every once in a while, while Brett was floating in the water, Nedrick would catch a glimpse of his human’s prick bobbing into view. The crown of the rigid pole would break the surface of the water as if waving at him before Brett sank his hips back under.

If Nedrick hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought Brett was teasing him.

That can’t be possible, right?

Nedrick was damn tempted to grip himself and find relief while swimming. Resisting, he decided maybe he could tempt Brett into sharing a rub-off. His mate hadn’t touched his dick, yet, but he’d always been more than happy to accept Nedrick’s touch.

The prior night in the tent after the fish fry, after Tabatha and Tyler had retired to their tent, Nedrick had curled around his mate and jacked him, and Brett hadn’t had any reticence in rocking his ass against Nedrick’s erection, helping him get off as well.

One little baby step at a time.

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