Page 7 of Never Forget

Scott’s body heat disappears from in front of me, and before I can say, “Five,” a wet, hot mouth closes around my cock just as the first spurt of cum explodes out of me. I’m not sure what kind of animalistic noises leave me as he sucks my orgasm like a milkshake through a straw, bobbing up and down as the pulses get weaker and the aftershocks kick in.

Scott catches me as I collapse against the wall, untying the binding at my wrists as he pulls me against him. My arms instinctively come up to wrap around his neck, and he lifts me, taking a few steps before sinking down on a bench set against the wall and arranging me in his lap.

He kisses my forehead and then, finally, my lips. I open for him and his tongue pushes in my mouth, feeding me the taste of my release.

“I knew you were a sweet thing,” he says, giving me another deep, filthy kiss before settling my head on his shoulder. I push my nose into his neck, licking the salt of his sweat.

We stay like that for a while, with me completely zoned out and leaning into Scott’s warmth while he pets and praises me in a low, calming voice. I feel like I’m floating.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that, it could be five minutes or five hours. I feel satiated and sleepy and limp.

I feel… nothing.

No overbearing grandparents disappointed with my life choices. No public to impress. No band to chase around and be responsible for. No reckless, pushy, careless manager to worry about. No spiraling best friend who needs me to take care of him.

Just quiet, blissful nothing.

A loud cry nearby startles me out of whatever trance I was in. My eyes shoot open, and I look around, realizing that Scott must have removed my blindfold at some point. And just like that, my surroundings crash in on me.

There are people everywhere, and while no one seems to be paying attention to us, I’m still cradled in a strange guy’s lap, half naked with my dick flopped out. I wipe my face, wet with tears I didn’t realize were still falling, and scramble out of Scott’s lap. Where did my mask go? It probably got stuck on the blindfold. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but I’ve been sitting here, exposed in just about every way I could be. Anyone could have seen me like this. Scott saw me like this, and now I can barely meet his eyes because I’m not just embarrassed, I’m afraid of the disappointment I’ll see in his eyes over the way I’m scrambling to put myself back together and the way I’m looking around like I’m a wanted fugitive.

The fact is, I’m not no one. I’m not as recognizable as Jesse, or even Will, but with my tattoos and piercings, I’m not hard to spot, and it would be easy for someone to work out who I am. The NDAs and rules in this place would hopefully protect me from this landing in the tabloids, but the attention would be too much.

I don’t want people to want to fuck me because I’m a rockstar. I’m all too used to pretty boys and girls falling on their knees or bending over for me without even having to ask.

That’s not what this was supposed to be. It’s not what it was. It was…

A mistake.

“I–I have to go.”

“Wait–” Scott reaches out to steady me, but I shrink away from his touch. “Can I get your number… or maybe your actual name?” He gives me a kind, self-deprecating smile that isn’t doing much to hide the hurt of me leaving this way. Hell, I didn’t even get him off after he just gave me the best sexual experience of my life, but I can’t be here anymore.

“I’m… no one.” And he won’t be seeing me again. This isn’t me. This can’t be me. “I… can’t…”

Then, shielding my face as best as I can, I keep to the shadows until I can flee through the back entrance of the club and into the cool night air.

With one last look behind me to make sure Scott or anyone else isn’t following me, I take off down the alley to hail a cab.

On my way back to my hotel, I replay the entire night. Scott’s smile and comforting gaze, the way his voice made me feel all swimmy, the way my body came alive.

It might never happen again. The risk just isn’t worth it. But I did it.

For just a little while, I was no one.

ONE

SCOTT

THREE-ISH YEARS LATER.

I open my eyes to soft light filtering in through lace curtains and the sound of the ocean waves hitting the shore. Smiling, I move to stretch, thinking about a run along the beach. Most everyone will still be asleep, except maybe the boss and the little boss. Both Blake and Emmy seem to be early risers like me. It’s how I first got caught sneaking out of Naz’s room before the sun came up. Not that I really care what anyone thinks, but it could have negatively affected my job. And if I’m not Naz’s bodyguard, I don’t have a good excuse to keep him close. The prickly fucker wouldn’t allow it any other way.

Speaking of prickly, my arm is dead asleep and I’m a little concerned about blood flow, but when I look down to see Naz’s sleeping face, his mouth turned down into a scowl, I don’t dare try to extricate myself. Naz doesn’t snuggle, and we’ve never purposefully slept together before. There was one time on tour when we both passed out after a very long, very athletic night of sex, but of course Naz felt some kind of disturbance in the peace and woke up after a couple of hours and kicked me out. That was the first time I got caught sneaking out of his room.

But it wasn’t the last.

We’ve been fucking around for months, but it’s nothing more than that. Or at least, it isn’t for him. He makes a point of telling me that every chance he gets, but I like to think I’m growing on him. Especially in the moments after our more intense sessions, when he lets me hold him or kiss him softly while we both come down. For as long as he can stay in his peaceful subspace, he’s mine in every way. Sometimes it lasts long enough that he falls asleep in my arms. When that happens, I want nothing more than to stay and soak up every second, but I won’t betray his trust by going against our pre-set rules.