Page 17 of Stealing His Human

“Well, I was heading into the trees to take a piss when Karissa pushed me,” Brett explained, finding his tongue. Feeling his cheeks start to heat with embarrassment, he admitted, “Um, and I really still need to go.”

“Karissa pushed you?” Nedrick growled, his eyes narrowing with anger flashing within them. “I’m gonna wring her—”

“Hey, uh, let’s not, huh?” Brett quickly cut in. “Just let it go.” Shifting his weight, he glanced toward the wall and judged the distance. Maybe he could slide to it and use it to stand. “Just gotta—”

Nedrick’s eyes widened a second before he nodded. “Right, right.” He swept his gaze over him. “I’m sure you’d rather stand to do that. Let me help you to your feet.”

As Nedrick wrapped his arm around Brett’s upper back and helped him to his feet, he felt his bladder clench again. While he wasn’t a religious man, he prayed to whatever deity who might be listening that he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

Chapter Seven

Nedrick helped Brett to his feet. While he relished the opportunity to have his mate in his arms, he damn sure didn’t like how it had come about. Still, his human’s strong frame felt amazing pressed close against him.

Feeling Brett sway on his feet, Nedrick tightened his left arm around his waist while gripping his right upper arm. “Easy, there,” he encouraged. “Take your time. Don’t want you to fall.”

“Really gotta piss,” Brett countered through gritted teeth.

Wincing, Nedrick knew that feeling. Nature was calling to his sexy human.

Nodding, Nedrick carefully helped Brett turn to face the cave wall. “All right.” He glanced toward his mate’s fly before squeezing his upper arm. “Think you can manage one-handed?”

“Yeah.” Brett placed his right hand on his fly and popped the button but hesitated on the zip. “You gonna watch?” he asked, arching a brow at him.

Nedrick barely resisted smirking at the man he soon hoped to make his lover. “Well, I’ll look away if you’re shy,” he teased with a wink. Sobering, he added, “But I’m afraid you’ll fall down if I release you, so, uh, yeah. Not going anywhere.”

Brett frowned, pinching his lips in obvious indecision.

Hoping to help ease Brett’s sudden bout of shyness, Nedrick took a step to the left and behind the other man. “I’ll stand here behind you,” he told him. Squeezing where he held his mate’s waist and upper arm, he encouraged, “Do what you need to do, handsome.”

With a sigh, Brett must have decided to just go with it.

Nedrick heard the telltale sound of a zipper being undone. Then his mate’s shorts shifted beneath Nedrick’s left hand, so he eased it higher up his waist. When his palm settled over the smooth, warm flesh of Brett’s waist, just under the hem of his t-shirt, the hairs on Nedrick’s arm stood on end, and he couldn’t help rubbing his thumb along the flesh of his mate’s back.

So good. So hard yet smooth.

Wonder if my mate feels like that everywhere.

The sound of urine hitting the dirt wall dragged Nedrick out of his lustful thoughts.

Right. Help my mate, then worry about seducing him.

Hearing Brett’s soft moan of obvious relief caused Nedrick’s lips to quirk up. He knew the feeling—one of relief mixed with pleasure. Sometimes, when your bladder was overly full, it just feltreallygood to pee.

Finally, the sound of Brett urinating tapered off before disappearing altogether. Nedrick felt it when his mate shook off, then seemed to lose his balance. When Brett took a shuffling step forward to catch himself, Nedrick pressed closer and wrapped his arms around his mate’s torso to help.

“Easy, handsome,” Nedrick crooned as Brett caught his balance. “No vigorous movements.”

Brett sighed softly and shook his head once, slowly. “My head’s ringing a bit,” he admitted. He peered over his shoulder at him, revealing flushed cheeks. “Thanks for not letting me take a header into the wall I just pissed on.”

Nedrick chuckled. “My pleasure.” It was, too, because his left hand had slid farther up under Brett’s shirt, and now he currently palmed his mate’s hot, hard abdominals. “Go to the gym much?” Nedrick asked curiously, teasing his fingers along the grooves of Brett’s stomach. His mate didn’t have a full six-pack, but there was definite delineation there.

“Yeah,” Brett mumbled, as he began righting his shorts. His voice dropped, taking on a note of huskiness. “Great stress relief from studying.”

“I imagine so,” Nedrick murmured, wondering when he would be able to get an eyeful of the flesh he felt under his hands. While his right hand cradled Brett’s pectoral through his shirt, Nedrick could still feel the firmness of the muscle. Unable to help himself, he blurted out, “You feel amazing.”

“Uh, thanks,” Brett muttered. A second later, he hissed, “Shit,” as he tensed in Nedrick’s arms.

“What’s wrong?” Nedrick barely resisted the urge to peer over Brett’s shoulder so he could look down at him. His instinct did have him lowering his gaze, which showed him an enticing peek of the tops of Brett’s glorious ass cheeks. Doing his best to focus, Nedrick registered his mate’s rough breathing, and the angle of his left elbow told him his mate no longer cradled it toward his chest. “What are you doing?” Holding Brett in place with his palm to his chest, he moved his left hand to grip his mate’s left elbow. “Arm up, handsome. You’re not supposed to be using that hand.”

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