Chapter 11
EvanAnn
Today is flying by and dragging at the same time. I want to spend all my time with Damon until he has to leave. It’s barely over twenty-four hours before he heads off to Crowne Mawr.
Thursday afternoon has me waiting for rehearsal. And rehearsal has me waiting for the end of rehearsal.
I’m usually able to focus, but today there’s a ticking clock. I haven’t been separated from Damon since I moved in. I haven’t really been alone in that house either. Next week is going to be strange. I’m excited to spend time with Cam and Hawk, but I’m so used to having Damon at night.
As soon as rehearsal ends, I can go home to him.
Crawl into bed with my men and have them take me to another plane of existence. Because I need them, and it’s all I can think about. It’s consuming my mind. But it wouldn’t matter if I rushed home, because the guys have hockey. That keeps Damon as busy as rehearsal keeps me.
We just collide at night. He watches me study, brings me food, makes me shower with him, fucks me so deliciously good that I sleep like the dead. It’s hard to imagine not sleeping with him in our bed.
I always slept on my own until I moved in with him, and now I’m not sure how I’ll sleep without him. No warm body dragging me into dreamland. No arms holding me tight, protecting me from everything, keeping me safe.
Hopefully Cam, Hawk, and I can work out a schedule so I’m not really alone any night. I’ve gotten greedy. I can’t help it. It’s not my fault they spoiled me.
Besides, I’ve seen the envious looks of the girls around school. They want my men just as much as I do. It would be in bad taste if I didn’t enjoy what I had and what those girls can’t have. I’m going to hold on to it and refuse to let go.
I stretch my hand. The wounds are scabbed over, and it’s probably okay to not bandage it every day, but Damon takes the time each morning and night to make sure I’m taken care of. And even though I don’t need it, I love every second of it.
Being taken care of is a novelty that hasn’t gotten old. Neither has being manhandled or fucked.
“EvanAnn.” Keira clears her throat, and I look up from where I was supposedly taking notes. Or more like daydreaming about how much I want to be with my guys. I’m hopeless.
“Yes?” I straighten and try to focus. This isn’t like me. I’m usually able to push everything into the background and focus on what’s important.
Keira raises an eyebrow, and I glance down at my phone where I was typing notes. There’s not much there. “Is it okay if I call a break?”
I glance at the clock and wince. I should have called a break ten minutes ago. “Yes, please.”
She nods and turns to the cast. “Quick break. We’re almost done for the night. Just another hour to go.”
There’s a couple of groans as everyone filters out of the little room. We’ve been at this for weeks. Earlier it was a thrill to be in here, but when you spend most of the afternoon in these rooms and then after school, eventually you want to be somewhere not so... black.
Keira sits next to me. “So, what’s got you distracted?”
I blow out a breath. “Damon leaves for Crowne Mawr tomorrow, so tonight is our last night.”
Keira smirks. “You know most couples don’t get to sleep together every night until college.”
I lean back in my chair and glance around the room. There are a few backstage people on the set resetting things. I should really tell them to take their break. Mia comes back in and joins us at our table.
“So, one of your men is abandoning you.” Mia smiles and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “I guess the others will have to pick up the slack.”
The heat in my cheeks is almost unbearable. I put my face in my hands as Keira and Mia chuckle.
“Maybe it’s time to have a girl’s night,” Keira offers. “We could watch movies, eat pizza, wear sweats, and complain about boys.”
Mia lights up. “Oh my god, I haven’t done anything like that since middle school.”
“I’ve never done anything like that,” I admit.
“Then it’s a date.” Keira sits up straight with a pleased smile. “Or at least something we can schedule. I’m sure you both have things to do this weekend.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to call boys things.” Mia grins at Keira. “I’m all for objectifying them, but things is a little harsh.”
I shake my head, but can’t help the smile on my face. This is what I’ve been missing all these years. The love from the guys is good, but having friends is something I thought I might never have.
“Whatever. I’ve seen the way Liam and Fletcher follow you around,” Keira teases with a smile. “They’d let you walk them around on leashes if you wanted.”
Mia puts her finger to her lip like she’s considering it. “Maybe the next party I will.”
“The only one who would be wearing a leash in my relationship is me.” I lean back in my chair as I consider how my guys might treat me as their pet. I wouldn’t mind trying it out. My cheeks heat. “Though Cam might let me experiment.”
“That’s it, girlboss.” Mia laughs. “Cam looks like he might be a happy little submissive with the right touch.”
Flames must be coming out of my head. My face feels way too hot as I avoid their knowing looks.
“Okay, next week, what about Sunday or Wednesday?” Keira looks at her calendar on her phone.
“I think I can work that out.” Mia flashes me a grin, and Keira turns to look at me expectantly.
“I’ll find out which works better for the guys.”
“Yay!” Keira practically wiggles in her chair in happiness.
Damon might not like the shift in plans, but he won’t be here. It’s only one week. The rest of the cast returns from the break, and it’s time to focus again. I’m determined to concentrate on the play this time.
The hour left of rehearsal flies by as we discuss how to fix the Othello/Desdemona problem I was having. Mark, Mia, and I sit down separately and really talk it through. Working with Mia and Mark to help me figure out the problem was Keira’s idea while she works with the other cast members.
Neither Chase nor Hawk are here tonight. About fifteen minutes before the end of rehearsal, Hawk, Cam, and Damon walk into the space. They’re quiet and take seats in the audience, trying not to be disruptive, but I don’t think those three can go anywhere and not be a distraction.
The girls are the most easily distracted by them. Not Mia or Keira, but Sophie and Crystal act like they’re auditioning to be the guys’ girlfriends. Tits and ass pushed out. They’re a little louder. A little poutier. A little more annoying.
The guys sit and watch me like the predators they are. The back of my neck tingles, and I can’t wait to leave with them.
I need to start using my writing hand for notes. It’s been frustrating just using my phone. Last break, I unwrapped my hand in the bathroom. It’s time. The cuts are closed, and the air will be good for the wounds.
When Damon notices my hand, his eyes narrow on it like he’s going to make me fix it. A little rush goes through me. What would he do if I didn’t obey him? If I forced him to make me do it?
I like it when he holds me down and makes me take every inch of him.
“I never imagined a day I’d see EvanAnn distracted from her play by dick.”
My cheeks heat at Mark’s words as I turn to face him and Mia again. Mia struggles to keep from laughing, but then just releases it. Keira turns to check on us before rolling her eyes and returning to what she’s doing with the others.
“I mean, it must be good quality dick to be that distracting,” Mia says with a conspiratorial nudge to Mark.
“Unfortunately, I’ll never know,” Mark laments. “They seem to be focused on one girl in particular, and there’s no competing for their attention.”
I clear my throat, trying to take charge. “Are you two finished?”
“Probably.” Mia chuckles.
Mark smiles. “Sorry, it’s just nice to see your feathers finally ruffled. You’re an amazing director and usually so focused and career-driven that I worried you’d be hard to work with.”
My mouth opens and closes, but I don’t know what to say.
Mia laughs again. “Please say you can come and hang out with us to watch movies at Evan’s this week, Mark.”
He arches an eyebrow at her. “What did I tell you about propositioning me?”
Mia rolls her eyes. “You’d be fun to hang out with. That’s all I’m saying. Besides, I’ll get plenty of dick this weekend. You’d be so jealous.”
Mark chuckles. “I get my fair share of dick.”
“Evan, Keira, and I are getting together to keep Evan company while her main dick goes to college.” Mia glances over at the guys and gives them a little finger wave.
I look over my shoulder at them. Putting them behind me was the only way to keep my attention on what I’m working on.
Not that it stops me from wanting to look or sneaking a glance.
Damon rolls his eyes. Hawk leans back in his chair like he couldn’t care less what Mia does.
Cam notices me and sends me a kissy face.
I wink at Cam before turning back to face Mia and Mark. “You should come, Mark. It would be nice to hang out with you outside of all of this.”
Mark takes a breath and gives me a nod that almost looks like a bow. “I’d be honored.”
“You keep looking at her like that, and her boyfriends might get the wrong idea.” Mia bumps Mark’s shoulder with her own.
“I’m pretty sure they know where I stand.”
I raise an eyebrow and refuse to turn back around and look at my guys.
“Full disclosure. I asked Hawk if he’d be interested in experimenting.” Mark shrugs. “You never know. Some very straight guys say yes just to make sure or because they’re curious. Some guys just can’t turn down a blow job.” Mark’s grin grows. “Hawk was not interested, but he let me down gently.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. Mark asking Hawk to fuck him? I would have paid good money to be a fly on that wall. Mia grins, and Mark gets this wicked look in his eyes.
“If any of your guys feel like experimenting...” He gestures to himself as an offering.
“I think the only one they want to experiment with is me, but I’ll definitely let them know they have options.” I shake my head, but laughter still pulls my cheeks tight.
“Then I’m in on movie night to learn more about what that statement means,” Mark says, and Mia claps her hands.
“We should focus.” I glance over my shoulder quickly before returning all my attention to Othello and Desdemona.