Page 4 of Stealing His Human

Maybe it’s because I turned down her offer to share a tent last night.

While Brett knew Tyler expected him to bed Karissa on their camping trip, he hadn’t decided if he wanted to take that step with her. He wasn’t ruled by his dick, after all. Considering Karissa had been friends with Tabatha for a couple of years, if Brett slept with her and it didn’t work out, it could not only mess up the girls’ friendship, but Brett’s own friendship with Tyler.

As often as Brett had heard the adagebros before hoes, he didn’t think that would fly in this case. Tyler loved Tabatha dearly. In fact, Brett knew his buddy had bought a ring and was planning to pop the question at some point this trip.

Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to invite Karissa camping. She’s gonna get ideas that I’m so not ready for.

Settling down and getting married wasn’t even a blip on Brett’s radar right then. He had one more year of college, and focusing on his studies took plenty of his time. Brett realized he probably shouldn’t have even agreed to that first date with Karissa.

Hindsight sucks.

Following Nedrick to hisGMC’s rear wheel, Brett watched the wiry Good Samaritan slide the jack under his vehicle’s frame. Then he fitted one of the sockets of the four-way tire iron onto a lug nut. With a wrench that made it look easy, Nedrick loosened the nut.

“Hey, when I asked to borrow your jack,” Brett began, touching the man’s shoulder to get his attention. When the man’s intense brown-eyed gaze lifted and pinned on him, Brett felt his mouth go dry. Not understanding the odd reaction, he quickly swallowed before finishing, “I didn’t mean for you to change it for me.”

Nedrick grinned widely, his eyes appearing to twinkle. “Happy to help, mate,” he responded and even winked. “I’m a mechanic. I’ll have this off swift, fast, and in a hurry for ya.” Then Nedrick gripped Brett’s calf and squeezed gently. “Why don’t ya pull out your spare?”

Brett jerked a nod, surprised to find the hairs on his shorts-clad leg lifting from the feel of Nedrick’s palm on him. Even the skin on his leg began to goose bump. “Uh, o-okay.” Confused by his body’s reaction, Brett pulled away to do just that.

As Brett reached into the rear cargo area of his vehicle, he tried to figure out what the hell was going on with him. He’d never had a reaction like that from a smile and touch from a guy. It was... odd.

More than a little, actually.

Deciding to dismiss it, since Brett didn’t understand it, he slid a cooler over to the right. He focused on easing the tire out of the well under the cargo area. Brett flexed his arms and grunted, dragging it forward.

“Can I help?”

Karissa’s perky voice came from Brett’s left, startling him. He felt the tire slip from the fingers of his left hand. The tire rotated, pulling from his right hand’s grip. The heavy object banged back into the well, pinning his fingers between it and the well’s metal side.

“Shit,” Brett hissed, yanking his hand free. Pain radiated through his pointer and index fingers. He gripped his right wrist with his left hand and peered at it. Seeing blood oozing from a gash in the tip of his index finger, Brett grimaced, closed his eyes, and blew out a breath. “Damn it,” he muttered, trying to ease his racing pulse.

Brett had never been good with the sight of blood, much to Tyler’s amusement. His buddy had teased him aplenty about it.

Good thing I don’t plan to go into the medical field.

“Oh, no!” Karissa whined, grabbing his left forearm. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hey, you okay?”

Brett heard Nedrick’s question, but he was too busy focusing on his breathing—and controlling the pulsing pain in his hand—to respond.

“Damn,” Nedrick murmured, gripping his wrist lightly. “Let me take a look.”

Feeling Nedrick’s strong fingers lift his arm, Brett released his own hold and just went with it. He felt his pulse slowing as the pain began to ease. Brett knew he would need to suck it up and clean the wound, but he needed another few seconds.

When Brett felt warm lips wrap around his bleeding digit, he snapped his eyes open. Shock rushed through him at the sight before him. Nedrick had stuck Brett’s finger into his mouth, and he stared at him with calm reassurance in his brown eyes.

The heat of Nedrick’s mouth, coupled with the feel of the guy’s soft tongue gently lapping at his fingertip, shot a strange bolt of warmth straight to his gut. He felt his stomach clench, and he sucked in a sharp gasp.

Brett stared at Nedrick for a heartbeat, two, before gathering his scattered wits about him. “What the—” he began, tugging lightly, but Nedrick didn’t release him.

Instead, Nedrick winked and smiled around Brett’s finger while sliding his tongue over the tip of his digit again. The move caused the fluttering in his belly to morph into something hotter, which traveled south. To Brett’s surprise, he felt his prick begin to chub up.

Karissa whining, “Ewww, that’s disgusting,” yanked Brett out of his shocked stupor.

Brett jerked his hand away from Nedrick with more force, and the other man released him with a grin and a shrug. The man cut his attention to Karissa and claimed, “When I get a cut, and my finger’s hurting, the first thing I do is stick it in my mouth. Don’t you?”

“W-Well—” Karissa blustered, her cheeks darkening a bit.

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