Fake Friends - Saxon James Page 0,58
around to the back of the car. I reluctantly follow him. He’s got a stack of blankets and pillows piled up back here, and he offloads our luggage to the front seats before starting to set up.
“You had this planned, didn’t you?”
“Why do you think I rented an SUV?”
“It’s going to be impossible to sleep back here.”
He reaches up to kiss me. “Who says we’re going to be sleeping?”
“Ah. Not just a pretty face.”
He crawls in first, and I pull off my shirt and follow him. Dusk has set in, staining the trees around us in an orange glow. Circus snuggles into my side, and as much as I might want to jump his bones, I’m also completely content right here. Until he pulls out the photos of the other night.
“I want to post some,” he says, and my face must go white or something because he starts to laugh.
“I don’t think …”
He holds one up of me jerking off. “Nothing like this. These are mine.” He flicks through the pile and finds one where he’s facedown, naked, and looking like he’s asleep. “Maybe this?” He starts to drop a few down. One where we’re cuddling, one of me with my thumbs hooked in my briefs, and another of me standing with my back to the camera, ass on full display.
I shift a little. “Everything we’ve done so far … I could explain it away as just modeling. All pretend. These …” Everything from our lack of clothes to the expressions we’re wearing hint at total intimacy. “They’re private. I want these to be ours. For us to just have this. No one else.”
At first, I’m sure he’s going to argue. And okay, there are some photos here we could definitely get away with, but I’m oddly protective of that night.
“What if we post some from during the day instead? There were a few of those you loved.”
“You’re right.” He gathers the pile he laid out, and I take them from him.
“I hope you know I’m keeping all the ones of you. All of them.”
“That’s fine because I want to be able to see your dick anytime I want, so I’ll be keeping yours too.”
I laugh as he slides one of my naked photos from the pile and flops back on the blankets.
“Ooh, Rowan. Look at you and your big cock …” He pretends to lick the photo.
I pluck it out of his hand and place it back on the pile. “You know …” I’m not sure now is the time for this conversation, but we might as well have it anyway. “You could see it anytime you wanted, even without the photos.”
“Like right now.”
I laugh. “Yes, in a minute.”
Circus pouts. “But you said whenever I wanted, and I want to now.”
“Hey.” I catch his hand as he reaches for my pants. “Give me a second. I’m trying to say that once we get back, I wouldn’t mind if this keeps happening.”
He looks torn. I’m not surprised, because when it comes down to it, I don’t have a whole lot to offer him.
“You could help me with my gym,” I continue. “And I’ll keep posting and you’ll keep getting your followers and we’ll spend time together, and at night, we’ll keep each other company.” I swallow. “Until you find someone who can give you everything you deserve.”
“You want to be my little sex toy?” Circus asks, raspy voice even scratchier than usual.
“Hell yes …” And more. But that more part can stay with me until I can—if ever—give him an actual life with me.
I reach for Circus’s shirt and pull it over his head before leaning down and kissing him. I take my time, exploring his mouth with my tongue, and just sinking into the feel of him against me. All I can do is hope and pray that he doesn’t find someone special in the time it takes for me to get my shit together.
I hum against his mouth as he pushes my pants down, and then I roll over and pull him on top of me. I hurry to flick open the button on his pants and let my hands trail over his ass as I push them down.
“You sure no one will come out this way?”
“Nope.” He ducks his head to drag openmouthed kisses over my neck. “You want to stop?”
“I don’t think I’d want to stop even if there were crowds of people.” A moan rumbles in my chest as he sucks a mark into my