Heartsville 04 - Clique (Jayden Brooks) by Heartsville Read Free Book Online

the door and yanked it open. “I’m so glad to see you.”
    Brandon’s chuckle did funny things to my chest… and a fair bit lower. “I can see that.” He tipped his head meaningfully. I followed his gaze and looked down at myself—naked but for the bright blue boxers sporting an ape handling a very large banana.
    Doh!
    I was sorely tempted to gasp and cover myself, or at least puff out my chest and tighten the muscles in my gut. Thankfully I knew better than to even try it. Nothing to do but brazen it out. But that didn’t stop the blush spreading across my chest in unfortunate splotches. “It’s cold out here, come on in.”
    I stepped back, let them into the studio, and quickly locked the door. Before I could turn, I found myself pressed against the frigid glass with his warm body covering me from behind. His beard tickled my shoulder as Brandon nuzzled into my neck. “Not that I’m complaining about the view, but maybe you should put on some clothes.”
    That sounded like the worst idea. Ever. I decided that maybe he needed some help with ideas. I had loads of them. One particular load I’d be happy to share. I arched my spine, tipping my ass up. All the better to grind back against him. He groaned and started sucking a spot on my neck.
    A garbled mess of moans escaped my throat.
    “God, I love the way you smell. The way your skin tastes,” Brandon breathed against the nape of my neck.
    Then something bizarre happened.
    I started laughing. And dancing foot to foot. I squeaked and snorted and jerked and rolled my face against the glass.
    Still pressed against me, Brandon grumbled, “That’s not the reaction I was aiming for.”
    Around my helpless giggling, I panted, “She’s… tickling….” I tried to escape her little tongue and razor-sharp puppy teeth. “My… toes,” I howled.
    Brandon stepped back and started laughing as I took off with Lulu in hot pursuit of my toes. “Hey, where are you going?”
    “Upstairs. Someone wanted me to get dressed.” I kept on the move, running in circles around props, giving Brandon time to catch up.
    “Someone has a big mouth,” he mumbled.
    I took hold of my semihard dick, thrust my hips forward, and sent him an exaggerated leer. “That’s promising.”
    Lulu caught my big toe with a tooth and I squealed and darted for the back stairs.
    Brandon snorted, clearly amused with our antics, and gamely followed.
    Fierce little Lulu hesitated at the flight of stairs leading up to my apartment. She whined, pawed at the first and second stair, then retreated and danced in a circle. I sat on a cold step a third of the way up, spread my knees, and patted the step below in encouragement. “C’mon, Lulu. You can do it.” She whined and looked toward Brandon, who was watching me with a fond expression that I could get used to.
    My body was covered in gooseflesh from sitting nearly naked in the unheated stairwell, but the look in Brandon’s eyes caused a heat deep in my belly. Lulu’s pitiful whimpers drew my attention again. The young miss just needed a little more encouragement. I scooted down a few steps. Her ears perked up and her tail wagged in a frenzy of anticipation, and her gaze darted between my face and my toes. The little tyrant.
    “Lulu darling, I do believe you’ve developed a foot fetish.”
    Brandon’s voice was a deep rasp. “An Adam fetish, more like.”
    With a cheeky grin, I said, “Let’s hope it’s contagious.” And incurable.
    Once I was in position—close enough to be a temptation but just out of reach—I straightened my legs and wiggled my toes. She lunged for them. I expected as much. What I hadn’t expected was for her to be so wildly successful that she’d skip a step entirely. I screeched and practically flipped to my hands and knees before scrambling up the stairs with Brandon’s laughter echoing behind me.
    Once in the apartment, the polished wood floors offered no traction to the blue-gray pup. I easily maintained a lead