Page 59 of Wild Fixation
The host deploys those blown up pictures she’s been holding. She turns one around, and it’s me and Seth at the diner the other day, him feeding me a forkful of waffle.
“I’m sorry to say, but the secret might be out,” the host says.
The audience laughs, and I force myself to laugh as well, as much as I want to snatch that picture away and tear it up. It wouldn’t help. The images are all over social media.
“It might be,” I agree.
“So, I have to ask, were the waffles any good?”
This time it’s easier to smile. “They were excellent.”
She sets that picture aside. The next one is Seth dragging me into his house, me tucked protectively under his arm. It’s from the night he finally admitted he cares about me, the night before the waffles.
There are others. Seth and I at that ice cream shop. Seth and I outside my place. Seth helping me out of the club on my birthday. They’ve captured every second of our lives, left us no space for privacy except behind a bedroom door. I give the answers I was trained to give and do my best to smile.
Then the host says, “So, I understand Seth has been rehired as your bodyguard.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Isn’t that a bit of a conflict of interest at this point?”
She says it like a joke, and it gets a couple chuckles, but I don’t laugh along. Seth saw it as a conflict for so long, and it kept him away from me. It took a lot to convince him to come back.
“No,” I say, “I don’t think it is. There’s no one who would keep me safer than him, so there’s no one I’d rather have doing that job.”
A strange sort of quiet washes through the studio, but I don’t care. I’m looking backstage again, right into Seth’s eyes. That answer wasn’t for the cameras or the host or the audience.
It was for him.
“Well, isn’t that sweet?” the host says to break the tension.
“It isn’t,” I say, turning my gaze back to her. “It’s just the truth.”
She smiles, softer and more genuine than all those wry smirks. “Then I’m glad you have him. We wouldn’t want anything happening to the most exciting new voice in the music industry. Baptism Emperor, everyone. When we come back, you’ll get to hear their new single, ‘Escape.’”
The crowd cheers, and for the first time in weeks, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter Thirty
Seth
“OH, GOD. YES. YES.”
Jacob’s sweet moans patter down on me like cool rain hitting my flushed face. His nails dig into my chest, his thighs spread around me as he bounces on my cock with a vigor that borders on dangerous. I feel like I’m doing nothing but lying under him, but he screams my name at his spacious bedroom.
“Seth, fuck, right there. Just like that.”
He throws himself down my cock, bowing his back and crying out as his ass slaps against my hips. His nails claw at my skin, pleasure twisting through his face. I cling to this thighs and watch in wonder, afraid if I close my eyes this impossible human will dissipate like a dream. No one’s ever taken me like he does. No one has ever wanted me so bad, and been so bold about saying it. Maybe someday I’ll get used to it, but it feels like that day is a long, long way off.
Jacob’s eyes snap open. He peers down at me, gaze bright with lust. He tips forward, shifting to cup my face in his hands, my cock sliding out of him a bit.
“Fuck me,” he says against my lips. “Your cock feels so good, Seth. Fuck me.”
I respond faster than I responded to any command ever issued during my time in the military. I seize his hair in one hand, yanking Jacob to my mouth. My other hand snakes between us. Jacob rewards me with a whimper when I grab his cock.
Then I plant my feet on his bed and give him what he wants.
I jerk my hips up frantically, pounding into him, driving my cock as deep as I want. I know he wants it as well, especially as every thrust knocks a cry from his mouth and into mine. A private serenade composed from his moans slithers down my throat, a song only I will ever hear.
