Page 22 of #BURN


Font Size:

“No doubt about that. It felt good, just…he sort of came out of nowhere and surprised me, not only with that, but the stuff about the deal. And now he’s off in LosAngeles.”

“You’re going there to sign this deal, so I imagine you’re gonna seehim.”

“Yeah, we’ll see each other forthat.”

“Now I definitely know why you want to know what dick tastes like. Hopefully you’ll be enjoying that sooner than later.” We shared a laugh. “I say you just give it a try. It’s not gonna taste bad. I love sucking Beau’sdick.”

“I’m overthinking it, aren’tI?”

“Maybe blue-balling a little bit, man?” he teased, starting like he was going to pat my shoulder. “Oh shit. Don’t want to get this crud all over you. If someone’s gonna get you all messy, it needs to be Dax Munro. I’m glad you asked me about it, even if that was the weirdest possible way you could have asked me about liking aguy.”

I laughed. “Thanks for being cool about it. This might actually be my official first coming-out conversation too. Maybe I should just get a shirt that says: ‘Prollybi’?”

“Eh, it sounds more like: ‘Definitely bi-curious.’”

“Or, ‘Hi, I’m a need-to-google-this-a-bit-moresexual.’”

He snickered before adding, “Beau thinks it’s gonna suck not having you down at the station while you’re doing this campaign. You know we expect you to hang with us every once in awhile.”

“I totally will. The guys are myfamily.”

“We’re all ready to support you. It’s really cool what you’re doing for the Fever Fightcampus.”

“Eh, it’s what I can do. I’m glad this company’s been flexible with letting me work a little bit longer so that we could figure out scheduling and everything. Now back to the pressing issue at hand: is this internal leak in Nance’s car gonna be hard tofix?”

He gritted his teeth. “I’ll just say I think your sexual preferences were a much easier issue to resolve than this leak. It’s gonna be a bit of work. I’ll get Beau to grab some stuff for me and get it done this week, though. How’sthat?”

“Perfect!”

“Meanwhile, you keep me posted on how it goes with thatdick.”

I laughed. “Willdo.”

Like with most things in life, I was just going to have to figure it out. And hell, if I could run into a burning building, I could definitely manage getting a cock in my mouth and figuring out what that waslike.

9

Dax

“You’re meetingup with Hottie Firefighter this afternoon?” Carter asked as he lounged in a chair in my suite at the London hotel we were staying at. I’d met with him after breakfast to go over the itinerary for the weekend. Hacksmore wouldn’t be arriving for our meeting until the following day, so we had some time to chat and go over everything. “And I can’tcome?”

“It’s just cocktails, and we’ll be discussing details about his contract and his obligations with Hacksmore Designs,” I replied, a little annoyed that Carter was even asking aboutit.

“As long as I get to come to the first photoshoot with him and his Shar-Pei, I’mfine.”

“Mac, youmean?”

“Oh, that’s right. Mac. That’s such a cute name. Yes, I expect to be on set. I’ll fetch Hottie Firefighter coffee…protein bars…act as afluffer.”

“His name’s Jace, not Hottie Firefighter.” I’d meant that to come out far less hostile than it had, but there was this defensive part of me that wanted to at least remind Carter that Jace was a person, not just some hot viral image for his enjoyment. That was part of the cruelty of celebrity status, something Jace had a taste of but couldn’t know the full repercussions just yet. They would not see him, the human being, the man who was interested in using this money to do something authentic, from the goodness of his heart. He would just be a set of abs at their disposal. He would be as much of a product as the clothes he’d be wearing forHacksmore.

“I know his name,” Carter said. “What is he doing with the Shar-Pei while he’shere?”

“He’s at home with hismom.”

“Oh my God. That’s even moreprecious.”

They’re gonna eat him alive, was all I kept thinking. Hacksmore wasn’t wrong about Jace’s appeal, and what people had seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg. They wanted his realness, his coolness, his friendliness, and the moment they were presented with even more of it, they would want to leech every good quality he exuded, in the worst possible wayimaginable.