Free Heartsville 04 - Clique (Jayden Brooks) by Heartsville

groan and grunt.
    Turning my head, I mouthed his jaw, nipping at his beard until he covered my lips with the kiss I’d been seeking. Our sweat–and-lube-slicked bodies writhed together in an erotic dance I never wanted to end.
    I tore my mouth away, gasping for breath, and for the first time caught a glimpse of our hands threaded together on the bed. My brows scrunched in confusion but quickly cleared when Brandon nuzzled into my neck. He shuffled back, gripped my hips, and tugged me to my hands and knees.
    Finally.
    Wanting friction against my cock, I reached for the pillow, and stilled at the sight of my hand.
    What the hell?
    It took my brain a few ticks to decipher what I was seeing, and the second it did, the itching sensation I’d felt took on a whole new meaning.
    “Uh, Brandon.” I sat back on my knees, bumping into Brandon’s chest, and strained my eyes in the low light of the room to look down my body. I swiveled my hips to the left to capture some of the light from the hallway and gaped at what I saw.
    I sucked in a huge breath. “Ohmygod, Bran!”
    Brandon wrapped his arms around me, kissing my shoulder. “Hmm?”
    “Are you itching?”
    He moved his hips side to side suggestively and said with an exaggerated leer, “Yeah, itching to get inside you.”
    I rolled my eyes and bit the hell out of my lip to strangle the giggles threatening to break free. Oh my God, this was priceless. “Were your parents’ dogs in your room earlier?” I asked.
    Against my nape, he murmured, “Yeah, probably. Why?”
    Gripping his wrists, I lifted his hands from roaming my body and held them up where he could see. “Look at your hands.”
    He gasped. “What the hell?” He jumped off the bed, hit a switch, and flooded the room with light. “Are you kidding me!”
    The shocked expression on his face as he regarded his lube-and-fur-matted hands was nothing compared to his visible horror when he looked down his body.
    It was the final straw. I broke down into hysterical laughter. When I hit the mattress, tufts of reddish dog fur were launched into the air, which only made me laugh harder.
    Brandon stood next to the bed with his shoulders slumped and arms hanging limply at his sides. “This wasn’t what I had in mind, Brandon grumbled.
    God, he was sweet. “I know. But I like that it’s something neither of us will forget.” For all the heat we’d generated, it’d be the sweet and funny that’d stick with me. The intimacy that’d been missing from my life.
    My answer had pleased him. The soft smile peeking through his scruff melted me further. He reached a fur-covered hand for mine and drew me from the bed. “True. And now we have a reason to take a shower.”
    I chuckled. “Trust me, I never need a reason for that.”
     
     

Nine
     
     
    My first official fitness shoot had an audience. And going by the amount of oil slathered on a couple of the guys, they were hoping to get in on the action. Or at least become part of the background. It didn’t bother me. Hell, this shoot and the demand for more like it was the result of Grant’s success. I had concrete evidence of the value of time for picture agreements. But there’d have to be a balance—especially since I had to barter with the owner of Pumped to do the shoot in his space.
    This shoot with Joey and Max was a paying gig. They were both professional bodybuilders and fitness experts, and they wanted new photos for their website and upcoming marketing opportunities. I knew they were a longstanding couple, but they projected a much different dynamic than the one I witnessed from behind my lens. It surprised me and made me happy for them.
    “A few more shots here, and then we’ll move to the bench.” I adjusted the lighting a smidgen.
    “Hey, Adam, the bench in the steam room is free,” said a deep gravelly voice.
    I glanced over my shoulder and had to suppress my groan. “Hi, Hank… John.” I nodded in their direction.
    Hank was the crass