Chapter 4

“Humor me,” Scott commented, as if he could read Brandon’s thoughts. “You look amazing. I could just eat you up.”

“Weren’t you just?” Brandon asked, letting a plaintive note creep into his voice. “And now you’re all the way over there, taking pictures.”

“Well, I haven’t got a third guy,” Scott quipped, “to hold the camera while I swallow your crank.”

Brandon groaned at the visual, the muscles in his thighs quivering with repressed anticipation. “Maybe what you need,” he said when he could talk again, “is a tripod. And like a whatchamacallit…”

“A candy bar?” Scott paused, looked over the top of his camera, silver-blue eyes amused.

“A remote. They have cameras with remotes, don’t they?”

“Might just be an idea. Later, though.” Scott tilted his head to one side. “You can go ahead and scurry out of those jeans, babe.”