My thumbs brush lightly across them once.
She shudders beneath my hands.
I reach down and wrap my fingers around the toy again. I pull it out slowly.
Her hips drop back onto the mattress as the vibration disappears.
“Okay,” I say quietly. “Take the pillow off.”
She pulls it away and immediately looks down.
Her eyes widen the second she sees them.
She stares at the barbells for a long moment before lifting her gaze back to mine.
“You’re insane.”
“For you, always.”
My hands settle on her thighs while I look at them again.
Her legs open slightly on the bed.
“They look good. Thank you.”
“Yup,” I say quietly. “Now let me admire my handiwork.”
The metal glints faintly under the light while her nipples remain stiff around the fresh piercings.
“You’re thinking about how they look while you fuck me.”
“I am.”
She smiles slowly.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I slide my hand slowly up her thigh while the other pushes my sweats down.
The knock at the door cuts through the room. It is loud enough that both of us freeze. Brooke’s body stiffens beneath my hands while her breathing shifts. Her eyes snap toward the bedroom door. Another knock follows. She sits up slightly on the bed, her legs still parted around my hips.
“Who is it?” she asks.
I step back from between her legs and pull my sweats up first, dragging the fabric over my hips. The movement forces my cock forward against the front of the material. I exhale quietly and slip a hand inside the waistband, shifting my dick upward until it sits flat against my stomach instead of jutting outward through my sweats.
It still presses firmly against the cloth, but at least it is less obvious.
Brooke slides off the bed at the same time, her attention already fixed on the sound outside the room.
I cross the bedroom and reach the door.
Beau waits in the hall, shoulders tight. Travis stands behind him with a tablet tucked against his chest, his jaw clenched, dark circles under his eyes like he has been staring at the same screen for too long.
“Living room,” Beau says. “You both need to see this.”
Brooke pulls on the first clothes she can reach, then follows me down the hall. We gather around the television on the wall.
Travis flicks something on the screen. The television feed shifts to a breaking news banner. A reporter stands in front of a graphic with two photos side by side.
