Fake Friends - Saxon James Page 0,29
spicy that makes me want to lean forward and press my nose into his chest.
“Okay, that’s good.”
“How have your posts been going this week?”
“Good. Loads of people still asking when I’m going to show your face. They’re starting to think you’re butt ugly.” He throws a grin my way. “Not far from the truth.”
I pat the back of his head. “We both know you think I’m hot as fuck.” I’m only joking, and I fully expect for him to tell me to piss off, but …
“I guess I can’t deny it, when it’s never been a secret.”
Hmm … hello. That’s a massive step up from pain in the ass, so I’ll definitely take it.
Circus has set up some kind of desert backdrop, with a wooden deck floor and twinkle lights overhead. There’s a fold-out wooden chair and animal skin rug, which I’m going to assume is fake. Given Circus’s aversion to eating animals, I can’t see him decorating his house with them.
“I figured you can sit in the chair, pretending to look out at the view, and I’ll sit on the rug facing the camera.”
“Will that work?”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Well, that’s true. The guy knows how to take a good photo. I sit like the good dog I am, and Circus takes his position. When he’s in front of the camera, he’s like another person. So charismatic, I can’t look away.
He loops one arm around my calf and gives the camera such a sexy pout, I have to remind myself to turn, before my face wrecks the shot. We take a few more, each shot getting more creative with ways he can make it look good without getting any of my recognizable features in the frame.
Circus flicks through a few of the photos on his camera. “Okay, back in the chair, I want to try something.”
I’m like his little puppet with the way I so obediently follow what he says. And as soon as my ass hits the seat, Circus hands me his phone.
“These are two influencers I’ve been following for a while now. They started around the same time as me and then they teamed up. I have no idea if they’re actually dating, but these guys are the shit. They get modeling contracts and advertising campaigns and all the good stuff.”
I take his phone and flick through a few of the posts. My first thought is that these guys are hot. Really hot. I pause over a picture where one of the guys is biting the other’s lip … and they’re both naked. All I can see is one of their asses, but I start getting warm around the neck. I scroll a little slower, studying each of them.
And while none of them are overtly sexual, they’re all a hell of a lot sexier than anything we’ve taken.
“I can’t help but think there’s a big difference between their stuff and ours,” I say.
“You can see both their faces.”
Well yeah, there’s that too. And I have to admit, their expressions are one of the biggest draws. It’s hard to believe they’re not actually dating when they look at each other like that. “You know my rule,” I remind him.
“I know. I want to see how we can create something like that while keeping you secret.”
Something like … that. Okay. So my whole plan was to deny anything gay if my parents saw these photos, but if we’re taking the sex factor up a notch, that’s going to be borderline impossible.
I clear my throat. “Okay.”
What’s that? I have zero self-control?
There’s no arguing with that assessment when Circus climbs into my lap. I inhale deeply, trying to steel myself against the war of loathing and lust fighting for space in my mind. My hands are dying to reach out and touch, but I’m not sure where the lines are here. I’m not sure if the lines exist at all.
Circus cups my neck, and the look he gives me steals my breath away. He’s far enough back that his face will be in the shot, but it’s closer than we’ve been in a long time, and when those deep gray eyes meet mine … I’m a goner.
“What’s the matter, scared?” His expression is challenging.
I lick my lips and reach up to run my knuckles over his cheek. See? I can do this. Every other time it’s been all Circus touching me, him directing me what to do.
This time he’s making me initiate.
He leans into my touch, closing his eyes, and something