Page 54 of Blades and Bone

“Does there need to be one?”

“I think so. I think I need the line because otherwise I don’t know what I’m doing. I want to be able to have a normal conversation or disagreement.”

“Okay. You make a mess and clean it up.”

“Meaning?” Because as far as Hamish was concerned, the waters were still very muddy.

“I can ask if you’re making a mess, and if you say you are, it’s game on. If it’s a no, then I need to ask questions and figure out what’s going on.”

“Why are you letting me make rules?”

“That’s part of negotiating. And if you know the rules, then you will find a way to manipulate them, which will be fun.”

“So to get what I want, I just make a mess?”

“What do you want? Aside from coming. I can hear the lust in your heartbeat and smell it on your skin.”

He sighed—that was the downside of being with a vampire. The shirt might hide the physical evidence, but he couldn’t do shit about his pulse. “Is that not enough?”

“I don’t know…is it?”

That was definitely a trick question.

“Why don’t you think about your answer on the walk home?”

It seemed so reasonable. Logical. Perfectly acceptable like a glass dildo. But it wasn’t the same as a dick. Brodie was far too good at keeping everything locked down. “What do you want?”

Brodie rested his ass against the desk, hands on either side, fingers curled over the edge. “Ah, now that is a very different question.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Brodie let the silence stretch, listening to Hamish’s heart and watching the way he shifted his weight as if impatient for an answer. He’d be lying if he claimed not to want anything when there was a very naked and very pretty man in front of him, and they were alone in his office.

He could say that he just wanted him to get dressed so they could leave, but he wanted to keep this conversation going, so Hamish opened up a little more, but he was acutely aware of demanding too much when Hamish had already expressed confusion.

They had, however, established some rules, so he was willing to throw out a request and see what happened. “I want you to blow me.”

Hamish rolled his eyes, and Brodie half expected some smart retort. “Fine.”

“Fine? Your enthusiasm is overwhelming.”

“So is your bedside manner. Have you heard of foreplay?”

“I thought that’s what we were already doing.”

Hamish moved closer. He dropped the shirt on the floor and ran his palms up Brodie’s chest. “Like touching and kissing?”

He didn’t get a chance to answer as Hamish’s lips pressed against his. He released his grip on the table and slid his hands over Hamish’s hips. His skin was cool from being naked, but his blood was hot, and his pulse fast. Hamish rolled his hips, and his dick pressed against Brodie’s thigh.

Brodie broke the kiss first. “Before you lose control of your fangs.”

Hamish glanced away, lips pressed together.

“Grab the napkin. I don’t want to make a mess.”

That got his attention. He held Brodie’s gaze for a moment, then stepped back and crossed the room to grab it off the sideboard, before returning and offering it to him.

Brodie smiled. “It’s for you.”