Untamed

Kiera slowly turned around, but she didn’t look any more comfortable with my makeshift covering. My cock was still hard as a rock inside the vase, and none of me touched the sides. My piercing was almost touching the bottom though. Fantasizing that the vase was really A

“As I was saying…what the fuck are you doing here?”

She frowned. I was drunk enough that it was easy to see A

I held my hand up; I didn’t want to hear it. “I look like me with darker, shorter hair. No biggy. Is Kell with you?” I shifted to look down both hallways, but I didn’t see him.

“No, it’s just me, Je

Great, the three women who probably hated me the most were who A

Kiera indicated the door. “I just heard a noise, and wanted to see what it was. I didn’t realize…” She sighed and pointed down the hallway where a couple of guest rooms were. “I’m go

She darted away after that. Removing the vase from my cock, I waved with it. “Maybe. I might just wear this again!”

I was certain I heard her groaning.

I spent the rest of the weekend ignoring the trio of visitors. Well, pretending like I was ignoring them. I was attentive to their every word, especially when they talked about the D-Bags. It’s not like I wanted to know what the guys were up to…but if they were crying and shit over me being gone, well, I wouldn’t mind knowing about that.

From where I was sitting, I heard Kiera say, “The third album is doing well, but the guys feel like it’s incomplete, you know? I mean, they can’t tour, they can’t do music videos, they can’t really promote it at all. I think it wouldn’t have done nearly so well without all the hype around the way Griffin…Well, he made quite an exit.”

There was a moment of silence, then A

“Matt feels like they should just let it go and start fresh. They’re having auditions this weekend, to replace…him…”

That was Rachel’s voice, from what I could tell. The girls were hanging around the pool in the backyard, splashing their feet in the water. I was in the living room with the doors open. For the fresh air, of course.

Je

Another pause, then Kiera spouted, “Is Griffin really going through with this, A

I glanced up to where I could just see the tops of their heads over the potted plants around the front of the pool. I wasn’t sure how A

A

Stopping, she glared at me long enough so that I heard A

The murmuring got quieter after that, and Gibson got louder, so I didn’t hear much more. I’d heard the truly important part anyway—they hadn’t found anyone yet.

A

I gave her a brief smile in response, and she took that as, Please, tell me more! “Rachel was really quiet about her plans with Matt, but I bet they tie the knot soon. Maybe a winter wedding…that would be fun.” She sighed, and I couldn’t help but wonder…if Matt and Rachel really did walk down the aisle, would I be invited? You’re dead to me.

Shaking my head, I redirected my attention to A

Putting down my cereal spoon, I told her, “Maybe it’s time we tried for another baby? Why don’t we try out some of those things in the Kama Sutra book you picked up?”

A

Standing up, I held my hand out for her. “We should get started then. I’ll grab the water…I have a feeling I’m going to need to be well hydrated for this.” Over my shoulder, I tossed out, “Alfred, watch the girls for a bit.” A

Chapter 14

Awesomesauce. For Best Results, Add Me

In between filming, rehearsing, and rerecording voice crap that hadn’t turned out right, I was doing interviews. Everyone was still going nuts over the whole band breakup. I didn’t really want to talk about it anymore, but talking about it gave me a chance to talk about my show—and that I did want to discuss.

Stretching out in my motorhome-trailer, I enjoyed a moment of peace and quiet while I waited to be called to the set again. There was a lot of standing around and waiting involved in this job. I hadn’t expected that. I hadn’t expected a lot of things, like pissy directors telling me I couldn’t convince an ape I was a human. He’d sent me to my trailer to “cool down,” after I’d informed him that his penis was more appropriately sized for a fruit fly than a dude. I’d even given him a friendly tip, that manscaping that shit would make it look bigger, but he hadn’t appreciated my thoughtfulness. Whatever. The break was nice anyway. My feet hurt.

I was just considering popping open a beer when the door to my trailer was knocked on. Was it time to return already? Ugh, I couldn’t yet. Maybe if I ignored them, whoever it was would go away. No such luck. The knock returned even louder. Damn it.

“Mr. Hancock? Are you in there?”

Recognizing Harold’s voice, I smiled and got up to get that beer. He wouldn’t be the one collecting me to go back on set. I had time. “Yeah. Come on in¸ Harry.”

Opening the door, he frowned as he walked inside my trailer. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” Like always, he was wearing a suit, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he did all day that required him to wear a tie.

“How’s it hangin’ on your side of the universe?” I asked him.

Normally he’d roll his eyes when I talked, but today he only gave me a tight smile. “Things are just fine, my friend,” he said, taking a spot on the couch. “How is filming going?”