Page 9 of Hitched at Randy’s (Diner Days)
Nine
Cam
I rub my hands on my shorts before I open the car door. I’m nervous tonight for an entirely different reason than usual. Evan falls into place beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Is this okay?” he asks.
A warm heat blossoms on my cheeks from the touch. “It’s fine,” I say quickly. It’s no big deal. Just my husband wrapping his arm around me. Fuck, that sounds weird. I better get used to it in a hurry because I need to act normal tonight. Act like it’s normal for my husband to touch me in a familiar way. Like we haven’t been entirely impulsive with our drunken wedding and some of this was planned.
Zach spots us first, his eyes widening as he takes in Evan’s arm around my shoulder. “Who is this fine specimen?” he asks, giving Evan an obvious once over. I try not to be jealous of the attention.
“This is Evan, my husband.” The word feels off coming out of my lips, but Evan tightens his grip on my shoulder, reassuringly.
“Husband? Cam, where have you been hiding this man?” Neil asks, his eyes snapping to us at the word husband.
“It was kinda a spur of the moment thing,” Evan says. “We were in Vegas, and it just happened.” He shrugs it off as if it’s really that simple.
“You married a man you just met in Vegas?” Zach asks, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Who said we just met? I’ve known Evan since I was twelve.”
“So this is real, then?” Aria asks, her gaze going from Evan to me. “I told them I ran into the two of you earlier, but no one believed you’d actually do a thing like this.”
Evan pulls out a chair, motioning for me to sit first as we join the group. “It’s real,” I say, holding up my hand with Evan’s ring on it. A flash of light blinds me for a second before I cue in on Aria’s phone.
“You two are such a cute couple,” she says, tapping away on her phone. I’m too dazed to say something about her taking our picture. It shouldn’t matter.
“Can we set up and get to playing?” Zach asks, waving his hand over the board spread out on the table.
“I need to order a drink,” Neil says, waving down a server. “You want anything?” he asks, looking at Evan and me now.
“I’ll have a coke,” Evan answers.
“Water for me.” I pull out my dice from my pocket and notice Evan watching me.
“How does this work? Am I playing too, or are you guys already too far in to include me?” he asks.
“The party happens upon a wandering traveler headed in the same direction,” Zach says in his best DM voice. He slides a pre-filled character sheet in Evan’s direction. “Here, we keep some on hand for when people drop in. You can pick a few things, like the name and class.”
I tune out Zach as he works with Evan to set up his character for the game. I need to focus on something other than how perfectly Evan fits in with my friends. It’s too easy to think of this as something permanent, and I can’t let that thought take root. As attractive as the idea is, Evan isn’t mine to keep. He has a life to get back to that doesn’t involve me. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the fantasy of it for tonight. The way his hand brushes against mine more than once as we reach for our drinks. Or the charming way he uses his character to dash into battle and protect mine. I catch Aria giving me a knowing look and realize maybe I’m not doing as good of a job hiding my feelings as I’d hoped. But fuck, isn’t that the point of tonight?
We get to relax and take the edge off, having fun living in a fantasy world, and I’m not talking about the DnD game. I roll my dice, passing my perception check and spotting a trap before the party blunders into it. I’m having so much fun that the night passes almost too quickly. The server telling us her shift is ending soon is our cue to wrap up the game for the night; the party reaching an inn after successfully completing this leg of the journey.
“So, what did you think?” I ask Evan as we walk to the car.
He wraps his arm around my waist even though no one is around to see it. “I can see why you go. They’re a great group. I’m glad you have them. It was fun. Thanks for letting me join.”
“Thanks for going along with it,” I say back. I’m lucky Evan went along with the charade. “You were a great husband.” I find myself leaning closer, but as I turn to look at him, something vibrates against my leg. “I think your phone is ringing.”
“Oh, right.” Evan pulls away to get his phone out and glances at the caller ID before he answers it. “Hey Vi,” he says.
I don’t have to ask what she says back because I can hear her yelling through the phone. “What the hell, Evan? What’s this I see of you and your new husband? I leave town for a job, and you go off and marry someone else?”
“Vi, wait, let me explain.”
“Don’t you Vi me. Jokes on you, I was gonna break up with you, anyway. I want you moved out by the time I get back.” The call goes dead and, for a moment, I think it dropped until I realize she hung up, not even giving Evan a chance to talk.
“Fuck,” Evan cusses under his breath as he slides his phone into his pocket again. “Well, looks like the engagement is off.”
“Sorry,” I say, not sure what else I’m supposed to do in this situation. “This is all my fault. I never should’ve convinced you to go to Vegas.”
“Cam, stop. This is as much my fault as yours. Besides, didn’t you hear Viola? She was already planning on breaking up with me. The only thing you did was help me see how much the relationship was already over.”
We climb into the car, the ride home awkwardly silent, but when we get there, I’m not quite ready to go to sleep. “You wanna watch something?”
“Sure,” Evan says as he claims a spot on the couch, backing into the arm and spreading his leg along the back of the couch to recline. “Sit with me?”
I take the invite, sitting between his legs and leaning back to rest my head on his chest. Part of me wants to bring up Viola and see if Evan wants to talk, but I can’t bring myself to do it. He’ll bring it up when he’s ready, and I need to accept that. I grab the remote and turn on the TV. Evan rests his hand on my hip, and we watch the show together.
Lying with Evan like this as we watch the TV feels calming. His arms wrapped around me, the solid form of his chest under my head. I can feel the rise and fall of his breathing, and the rhythm of it soothes me. It’s easy to fall into a sort of half-awake trance where I can just be at ease. Not have to think about things like ex-fiancées or our impending divorce. Evan says something I don’t quite catch, and I turn in his grip to look at him. Our faces are a mere breath apart. All it would take is the slightest movement, but I don’t close the distance.
Evan does.
His lips press against mine as one of his hands moves up my back to my neck, holding me firmly in place. I slide my tongue forward, parting his lips.
Evan shakes my shoulder. “Cam, wake up. You’re humping my leg.”
Fuck. My eyes snap open, and I realize I must have dozed off. The kiss was just in my imagination.
“Sorry.” My cheeks are on fire, and I’m afraid to turn to look at Evan in case I try to reenact the dream. “I should head to bed.” I stand up, but Evan does as well. He turns off the TV and follows me to my bedroom. We don’t talk as we strip down to our underwear and crawl into bed together.
Part of me wishes we didn’t have to pretend this was real tonight with my friends, that Evan was my husband for real and he’d actually kiss me. I drift off thinking that and hoping I don’t embarrass myself further in my sleep. Our bodies are tangled together when I wake up, and Evan is curled into a ball with his ass pressed into my crotch. My packer, still in my underwear, rubs my T-dick, teasing me with filthy thoughts. My morning wood might not be obvious, but I need to escape this situation without humping Evan’s ass. That’s the last thing I need him to wake up to.
I roll over, stretching as I clear Evan’s body. He’s still asleep as I walk to the bathroom. I push down my underwear and turn on the shower, climbing in before it even has a chance to heat up. My hand goes straight to my T-dick, rubbing the head and pulling at the skin to better expose it. I already know it won’t take much to get me off. My dream of kissing Evan pops into my head again and my mind takes it a bit further, thinking of him in the shower with me. Touching me. Down on his knees, sucking my T-dick. My body clenches, and I place my other hand on the shower wall to balance myself as my orgasm washes over me.