“Shh, settle down, big boy,” I murmured, pinning Luke with a forceful gaze. There you go, I’m in charge here. “Let him get these off you.”
Luke stilled and glared at me as if he wanted to break free. I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head, tightening my grip slightly. We both dropped our eyes to his raging erection.
“I think I know what’s causing the problem,” I smirked, gesturing with my chin to Brian who followed my gaze.
“Well, probably, but I can’t attend to both at the same time. And I don’t know if I’m so inclined to attend to his dick with the goddamn attitude he’s giving me. If you can get him to ask for a hand job politely, I’ll think about it.”
My gaze drifted back to Luke’s, still steely and obstinate, but now conflicted. He had heard what Brian said. But I still had an impossible task before me.
“You heard him, Luke. Do you want a hand job or not?” I said.
“Fuck off, cowboy.”
“Not until you behave yourself. I’m helping Brian.” I said.
“I can’t…even think. He fucking rode me ragged.” Luke spat onto the floor of the grooming bar. “Didn’t finish me.”
“Who, Kamal?” I asked.
“Who the fuck else?”
Brian finished with Luke’s bands and stretched his arms up, fastening them to the wrist cuffs. “Why didn’t he finish you, Luke? Weren’t you behaving?”
“Bastard’s got it in for me, I tell you. I’ve asked Adam to switch me to one of the others.”
Brian laughed. “I’m pretty sure none of the others want you, Luke. You’re a goddamn hazard to yourself and everyone else.”
“Fuck. You.” Luke hissed, staring at Brian.
“Hey, I’m gone after today. So, you can curse at me all you want. Jensen’s the one who’ll have to deal with you.”
Luke turned toward me as I finished removing his harness and collar, leaving the man completely, gloriously, naked.
“You want me to…” I asked, pointing at Luke’s standing prick.
“What the fuck do you think, cowboy?” Luke said, but the vehemence of his tone was more modulated.
Still. I raised my eyebrows, not moving, staring him down. “I’m supposed to get you to ask politely. Want to surprise me, or are we going to leave you alone and spray you down?”
Luke worried his lips, obviously struggling with what he wanted and what he had to do to get it. He glanced at Brian who ignored him, picking up the pieces of Luke’s gear and taking them to the pile.
“Ask me nicely, Luke, and I’ll look after you,” I promised, taking a step and leaning in close. “Maybe you can help me out later.” I said softly, so the others wouldn’t hear.
Luke cleared his throat, cheeks flushing. His voice was a desperate whisper. “Please get me off, cowboy. I’m begging you. I can’t think of anything but fucking your sweet ass in the shower, and it’s making me fucking crazy.” Luke’s blue eyes flashed up at me. “If we were in the bunkhouse right now I’d flip you over your bunk and fuck you in front of all of them. Let them see how good we fit together.” His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths, and his prick twitched with eagerness.
“See,” I said, hands trembling. “How easy was that?” I could picture him doing exactly what he’d described.
Luke’s lip curled up and he yanked at his bindings as I turned to Liv. “Can you throw me the lube?”
“Sure. Gonna give him some relief?”
“He’s earned a bit of relief.”
Brian shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d go that far. But whatever. He does settle for you. Good luck with him.”
“Could I have some gloves, too, please?” I asked Liv.
Liv grinned and passed me a pair. “Here you go, cowboy.”
