Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,10

to have more vigor than he did earlier when Addy and Stone were here.

Five steps later, we entered his en suite bathroom. Brick plopped down on the ledge of the bathtub, bracing himself with his right arm so as not to put any strain on his left side.

Pulling the warm soapy washcloth from the sink, I squeezed it once, then moved toward him, wiping his face. He didn’t utter a word as I ran the cloth over his arms, then down his chest, careful of the bandage.

Touching Brick was torture because all I wanted to do was straddle him and have my way with him. But he was in no shape for such activities, even if I did all the work. He still had a fever and it could be days before his infection went away. If he only had the injury to his outer thigh, it’d be a different story. My selfish need would have to be put on the back burner for now. I’d wait however long it took, as long as he was okay in the end.

The first time I laid eyes on him I was instantly attracted. He was a sexy, gorgeous, tattooed biker, someone I never saw myself with. For years, I’d been surrounded by the elite in fashion, which meant that most of the people were rich, spoiled, and sometimes snooty.

Brick and I were worlds apart, yet we had this undeniable connection neither of us could understand.

I wrung out the washcloth and applied more soap. “Lift your arm for me.” I washed the underside as well as down the length of him until I came to his waist. Soon, I’d have to remove his boxer briefs. I only prayed I possessed the restraint necessary when he was splayed naked before me. I tended to his other side before washing his legs, careful of the bandaged area on his outer right thigh. Then I moved to his feet. He flinched once, then again when I hit a ticklish spot on the arch of his foot. I looked up at him and he gave me the most heartwarming smile, telling me so much without having said a word.

With a separate washcloth, I rinsed away any residual soap.

“I feel better already.”

“Good. But I’m only halfway done.” I had to remove his only piece of clothing, wash his most private area before tending to his back. “You don’t have to stand for this part, but I do need you to lift your butt so I can slide these off.” I gripped the waistband of his underwear as I spoke and he didn’t hesitate, rising off the edge of the tub so I could shimmy them over his ass, then down his legs.

“I can’t guarantee I won’t get hard.” There wasn’t a hint of shyness or embarrassment in his voice, and I didn’t blame him. Brick was large… everywhere. Even in his wounded state, the man exuded a raw sexuality I’d never been privy to before.

“It might make it easier for me to clean you if you were.” He widened his eyes and I laughed. I ran the cloth over his dick, and it twitched. Before I could repeat the motion, he pushed my hand away. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. It’ll just be easier if I stand.” I didn’t get a chance to argue before he stood to his full height of six foot five, towering over me. I wasn’t short for a woman, coming in at five foot eight, but the man always made me feel tiny, more so when crouched down in front of him, the height difference magnified in the tiny space. “Did I ever tell you I love when you’re on your knees?” His wolfish smile excited me.

“You have, in fact, although right now is not a good time to remind me of that when I’m trying to take care of you.”

“I can think of another way you can take care of me.” As he spoke, his cock thickened, and I licked my lips, grappling with any good sense I had left to resist him and finish him off. Just not in the way he hoped.

“That’s not happening until you’re better.”

“But your mouth will make me feel better.”

“Brick,” I said in warning, struggling to keep my smile at bay.

“Fine.” He flicked his wrist. “Continue.”

And I did, washing the length of him before gently cupping his balls in the wet soapy cloth.

“Fuck, Zo. Keep doin’ that and I’ll make you suck me dry.” His filthy mouth