Chapter 54
Seth
Brooke’s voice breaks above me.
My head is still between her thighs. She lies on her back across the bed with her thighs draped over my shoulders while my hands hold her hips in place. The sheets are twisted beneath her and her fingers are buried in my hair while my tongue moves slowly across her clit.
Her hips twitch against my mouth.
I hum quietly against her and let the vibration roll through her while my tongue slides lower.
“Seth,” she moans.
I reach beside the bed and pick up the small vibrating toy.
She feels it the second it presses between her legs.
“Oh my—”
I slide it inside her.
The vibration hits instantly. Her body jolts beneath me as her hips lift against the sensation.
“Oh—fuck—right there.”
I keep my mouth on her while the toy hums deep inside her, the vibration building with every small movement of my hand. My tongue works steadily across her clit while the toy pulses inside her.
Her breathing breaks into uneven gasps while her thighs tighten around my shoulders.
Then she comes.
Her body tightens hard around the toy while her hips lift against my mouth. A broken sound slips out of her throat as the orgasm rolls through her.
I keep the toy inside her while I slow my mouth.
My tongue traces one last pass across her clit before I pull back.
I sit up between her legs.
Her chest rises and falls quickly while she watches me.
My eyes move over her body while her breathing slowly settles. Her chest lifts and falls against the sheets.
My gaze settles on her nipples.
The barbells that used to sit through them are gone.
I reach out and drag my thumb slowly across one, pressing over the exact place where the piercing had been. The skin feels smooth beneath my fingers, but I can still trace the faint line where it closed if I press just enough.
“What?” Brooke asks when she notices me staring.
“I miss your piercings.”
My thumb presses harder before I pull my hand back.
She exhales, her voice quieter when she answers. “Grant took them out before he brought me to the manor.”
The words land, and something in me turns violent.
He saw her like this.
Grant stood over her and looked at her body. He put his hands on her tits. He touched her. That fucker took out her piercings like he had the right to decide what stayed and what didn’t, and then he dragged her into that place.
My jaw tightens until it aches.
Elliot died screaming.
I remember every second of it. I remember the sound of it.
I remember how long it took. I remember cutting into him, the way the blade bit and tore, the way his body came apart piece by piece while he was still alive long enough to understand what was happening.
I remember packing what was left of him into boxes.
It still isn’t enough.
Grant is still breathing. And he will die in agony.
I lean forward and press a slow kiss against Brooke’s stomach, letting my mouth move upward along the center of her abdomen while I force the rage into something I can control.
Earlier, when Travis went out to get supplies, I had him pick up a sterile piercing kit for me.
I already knew I would fix this.
I lift my head and look at her again.
“Do you want them redone?”
Her brows pull together slightly. “Yeah,” she says after a second. “But I can’t exactly walk into a shop right now and get them done.”
“You know I have my piercing license. I got it when I opened the shop.”
“Oh,” she says, a little surprised. “Okay… I didn’t know that.”
I hold her gaze for a second longer, then I reach beside the bed and grab one of the pillows.
She looks at it.
“What are you doing?”
I place it over her face.
“Hold this over your head.”
She laughs softly beneath the pillow.
“Seth?”
“Keep it there.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”
She sighs into the pillow but keeps it pressed over her face.
“That usually means you’re about to do something weird.”
“Probably.”
I slide out of bed and reach into the nightstand drawer. The kit sits exactly where I left it.
Before I touch anything else, I glance back at her.
Her body is still loose from everything I have just done to her. The toy sits abandoned on the bed beside her thigh.
I step back to her.
My hand closes around it, then I slide my other hand between her legs, parting her just enough. She inhales the second I touch her, her body reacting immediately.
“Seth—”
I press the vibrator back inside her.
Her back arches, a broken sound slipping from her throat as her hips lift off the mattress. I hold it there for a second, making sure it is exactly where I want it, feeling the way her body tightens around it.
“Stay,” I tell her quietly.
She nods, breath uneven, her fingers gripping the sheets.
I pull my hand away and turn back to the nightstand.
The sterile needle remains sealed in its packaging while I pull on a pair of gloves and set the jewelry out. I reach for the clamps and taper next.
Behind me, she shifts against the mattress, her breathing soft but unsteady as her body reacts on its own.
I tear open the sterile packet and move back beside her.
The cooler air in the room makes her nipples tighten immediately.
My fingers settle around one, rolling the bud slowly between my thumb and forefinger before positioning the clamp. I ease it into place with care, tightening it just enough to hold firm.
She inhales sharply beneath the pillow.
My hand slides between her legs and grips the base of the toy still buried inside her. I pull it halfway out before easing it back in slowly.
Her hips lift immediately as the vibration hums deeper inside her.
My mouth lifts slightly. I drag my thumb slowly across the other sensitive peak, then fit the second clamp in place, adjusting it until both sit secure against her skin.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs into the pillow.
“Relax.”
I move the toy once more, pushing it in slowly until it is seated deep inside her again. The vibration settles into a steady pulse.
Both of my hands return to her chest. I quickly clean her nipple with an alcohol pad. One hand steadies her breast while the other positions the needle. My fingers roll the clamped nipple once, testing the exact spot where the old piercing used to sit.
The tip of the needle rests against her skin.
I push it through.
Her body jerks beneath the blankets and a sharp sound breaks through the pillow.
“Ah—fuck.”
The sound carries pain and pleasure at the same time.
Her hands tighten around the pillow while her breathing grows heavier.
I guide the taper through immediately after, following the fresh channel to keep it open and smooth. Her body reacts again, a strained sound slipping from her throat as the pressure shifts.
I follow the taper with the barbell, feeding the jewelry through in one steady motion before removing the taper and twisting the ends into place. A thin line of blood forms around the entry point. I wipe it away with a gauze pad.
Her nipple swells slightly around the metal, the clamp still framing it.
The sight of it makes my dick harder.
Her hands still clutch the pillow over her face while the toy continues to vibrate deep inside her.
I clean the second nipple with alcohol and roll it slowly between my fingers again, adjusting the clamp slightly before lining up the needle.
Her body reacts immediately. Her hips shift beneath the blankets, the vibration still working inside her.
My fingers steady her breast and I push the needle through.
Her back arches against the mattress and a long moan pushes through the pillow.
“Oh my god… Seth.”
I guide the taper through the new channel, keeping the motion quick before sliding the second barbell into place and removing the taper. My fingers tighten the jewelry until it sits secure against her skin before releasing both clamps.
Her chest rises and falls steadily now while both nipples sit pierced and perfect.
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.”