“It won’t be in the final cut, obviously, but he said it might help me focus less on the cameras,” she explained. “He let me make a playlist.”
I grinned, recognizing the song. It was “Is This Love” by Whitesnake. “Is this your personal bang list, Final Girl?”
She blushed. “Maybe.”
“Countdown!” someone shouted, and I straightened, getting into the character of Ronny McCoy—the charming, not-all-there boy next door. You’d think after five murder sprees in which he was a major target, he’d have left town completely—but no, Ronny was still living in Simon Says’s proximity.
But it was all paying off, because finally, he was getting laid.
The cameras rolled, and Evie and I were replaced by Ronny and Lucy, the lovers. We made out while standing up, taking direction from Dante. While he had told us he’d let us improvise, his director’s soul couldn’t help but bark too frequently for my taste. We filmed an hour of making out and heavy petting, then they called for Evie to take a small break so they could get the money shot.
We got the full-frontal scenes of me stalking naked to the bed. I kept my mind solely on Evie and me in thePsychohouse to stay hard. I’d do it again and again if we could. I wanted to fuck her on every set on this lot. Making a mental list of all the places we could fuck kept my mind off the camera that was inches away from my dick, catching every pore, wrinkle, and drop of precum falling from the tip.
By the time we got to the bed, I was getting a little lightheaded from the lack of blood in my brain. It’d been going to my groin for hours now, and I needed release.
“You okay?” she asked me as we took lunch.
I bit back the urge to invite her into the bathroom to get this handled before we returned to set, but the thought of hearing Dante complain about my limp cock for the rest of the day kept my fantasies at bay.
“Yeah. I just...need a minute.”
I was pretty sure my frustration was clear on my face every moment the cameras were off. People stopped checking in on me, and I found Red Bulls and water left on my chair instead. We returned from break, and I almost growled when I got onto the bed and discovered exactly how strong her modesty patch was. I closed out everything around us and zeroed in on trying to make her as sexually frustrated as me. I kissed her thighs, licking up and down her body. I planted kisses on her bare breasts and pinched her nipples.
She groaned and threw her head back. Dante was shouting words of praise about her acting skills, but only I knew she wasn’t performing for anyone but me.
I ground my palm against her mound, and she thrust her hips up into me. Was she…
I moved between her thighs and pressed my erection against her modesty patch. If I wanted to, I could rip the fucking tape off and take her. The idea was so tempting, my mouth watered, and my cock pleaded for more against the patch. My hand drifted down, running along the seam of the modesty patch… I scraped the edges with my nails, daring myself to rip it off.
Leaning in, I whispered in her ear for only us to hear. “We could have number four, right here, right now. What do you say, Final Girl?”
Chapter 50
Evie
Crisis Management
“Cut!” Dante shouted and ran onto the set, shoving Sebastian off me. “What the fuck is your problem?” he shouted, just as the modesty patch Sebastian had torn from my body fluttered to the floor.
Crew members pushed Sebastian so hard he fell to the ground with a loud thump. He scrambled to his feet and glanced around, blinking rapidly, as if he was just as shocked as everyone else. Realizing everyone was looking at him, Sebastian stormed toward his chair, grabbing his robe, and slid it on.
“Oh, now you give a shit about modesty. Get the hell off my set.” Dante swung his arm toward the door and pointed at the exit. He then turned back to me. “Evie, are you okay? Fuck...” he hissed.
The new intimacy coordinator rushed over with my robe and helped me off the bed. I covered myself quickly, just as embarrassed as Sebastian.
“I’m going to get so fucking sued,” Dante groaned.
Putting their hands on my shoulders, the coordinator led me off the set and shot questions at me, asking if I was okay, if Sebastian hurt me, if I wanted to cancel the shoot. So many voices were being thrown in my direction, I couldn’t focus. It was so hot I was dizzy. My vision got spotty, and then suddenly, everything went black.
I WOKE INmy trailer with a cold rag on my forehead. Raissa and a plump young Black woman with long braids in a medic uniform sat a short distance away. I sat up, and the room started to spin. Laying back down, the two ran to my side.
“How are you feeling, Ms. Reyes?” the medic asked, pulling out a blood pressure cuff.
“Just dizzy. What happened?”
“Sebastian... “
Suddenly, it all came back to me. We’d gotten too into the moment. Everything around us had disappeared, leaving only our lust. He’d ripped off my modesty patch and was just about to…
