Decker's Wood (10 page)

“Quick Fucks!” she declared to the bartender who smiled widely as he began making us more shots. I noticed Andi glancing at the brunette who had taken up residence at our booth, glaring daggers in her direction. She turned back to the bar and picked up our shots, handing
me mine. “Here’s to one bitch ditched.” I clinked my glass against hers and we knocked back the shot. A few guys standing beside us applauded. Andi gave them a little unsteady bow. One of the guys was wearing a shirt which read, ‘Kiss my nuts goodbye’.

Andi pointed at him. “You, where are your nuts going?” she demanded.

The guy to his side slapped his back. “He’s getting married next weekend.”

“You poor thing,” Andi said with a serious expression. “Free sex on tap for the rest of your life, you must be completely bummed.”

The bachelor grinned. “Yep, completely bummed.”

“You should have a shot with me,” Andi said, pointing at him again.

We ordered another round and Andi threw it down, slamming the empty shot glass on the bar with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Damn, you are a little firecracker. Please tell me that’s not your man behind you there?” whispered one of the men, invading Andi’s personal space.

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t meant to hear him, but he was too wasted to realize how loud he had spoken. I wanted to punch the fucker in the face, throw him over the bar, and hand him his ass on a platter. Instead, Andi quickly fixed the situation.

“Actually, this is my husband. We’re celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary.”

The guys all looked at us dubiously.

“Where’s your wedding ring?” one of them asked.

Andi didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t like flashy jewelry so we got matching nipple rings instead.”

Five sets of male eyes dropped to Andi’s tits. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and cupped her breasts, moving her back to my chest and kissing her neck. I could feel her nipples immediately harden. I looked up at the shocked faces before us.

“You look at my wife’s tits again and you all might lose your fucking nuts.” Their gazes immediately left Andi, and after a short awkward silence, Andi coughed.

“Baby, it’s hot as hell in here. How bout we take this home and I’ll let you tie me up again.”

The group of guys all choked on their beers.

“Mmmmmm,” I murmured, hiding my smile in the arch of her neck, my hands still clasped possessively over her breasts. “I do love tying you up, but only if you promise to do that thing
with the ice cubes and your tongue.” Five groans met the wicked words I said just loud enough for our audience.

Andi faux sighed. “You drive a hard bargain.” She turned in my arms, placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. “But I do so love making you scream like chimp on fire.”

We both laughed as she led me away from the bar.

“Good luck with the loss of your nuts,” she threw over her shoulder to the bachelor who raised his glass in response.

The fresh air outside the bar did nothing for the raging hard-on I was now sporting. I tried to shift it as we walked back to Andi’s apartment.

“Problem there, Decker?” Andi asked, looking a little too impressed with herself.

Little did she know how completely ecstatic I was with my massive erection. It had been missing for so long, I was more than happy to walk around in public with it.

“No more so than those lovely little nipples begging for attention there.” I nodded to her tits. She slapped me across the chest and tripped over a crack in the pavement. I caught her before she fell to the ground. “Damn,
your drunk,” I noted.

“I told you we were going to get as drunk as a biddler’s fitch, I mean fiddler’s bitch,” she slurred.

“I don’t even know what a fiddler’s bitch is,” I confessed.

“You know somethin’? Neither do
I.” Her body leaned into mine for support as we stumbled along.

“Andi, you’re butt-toast, jump up.” I leaned forward so she could jump on my back.

“My butt is what?” she asked indignantly, her hands on her hips. She was trying hard to look serious, but she couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from her face. “Baked, shit-faced, buzzed, wasted…drunk. Last chance for a piggy—” Whomp. I nearly fell forward from the way she threw herself onto my back. “Damn, Country, I thought you’d be a hell of a lot lighter than this.” It didn’t take long to regain my footing, and we recommenced the two block walk to her home.

“So, you have a pretty dick, huh?” she whispered in my ear after a short while.

“I’m not one to boast, but it is kind of awesome.”

Andi snorted then went quiet, her head resting on my shoulder. I actually thought she was asleep until she asked me to put her down so she could find her keys. I unlocked her front door and reached the security key pad right before it was started screaming, “intruder alert”. Andi stumbled up the stairs to her apartment, and I reset the alarm before following her up. I hoped I wasn’t being presumptuous in assuming I could crash at her place, on the couch of course. There would be absolutely no sex, none whatsoever. As Andi stumbled towards her bed, she began to peel off her clothes, starting with her boots. I would have tried to stop her, I should have tried to stop her... Oh who was I kidding, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to stop her. The thin top was whipped off over her head and her jeans inched down her bare legs. She collapsed onto her bed wearing nothing but a sexy red strapless bra and a matching pair of red lace panties with little bows on each hip. Fuck me, my cock was has hard as forged steel and straining with impatience to get out of my jeans. She was supposed to wear cotton-tail panties, damn it! Friends without benefits should not wear lace!

“Let me see if I have this right. You have no female friends who you haven’t fucked, except me of course,” Andi began rambling from the bed. “Your job has you naked, donating sperm but not for babies. You read scripts occasionally because you are kind of an actor and you have an awesome dick.” I took a few tentative steps towards her, my eyes slowly mapping her body, every soft delicate curve. “Oh, and let’s not forget you have won a pussy eating award and carry the title Dr. Anal.” Her glazed drunken eyes snapped to mine, a frown creating a small crevice between her eyes. “Are you a porn star?”

ANDI

Yeah, I was most definitely butt-toast as Decker so eloquently put it. My thoughts had gathered in a tornado of vague clues Decker had been gifting me since I arrived in New York a week ago. Somehow they all led to the same conclusion, porn star. I watched Decker’s reaction, my eyes squinting to keep him in focus, readying myself for the moment he burst into laughter and told me I was bat shit crazy. I continued to concentrate on the shocked expression he wore, but it wasn’t followed with laughter or denial. “Holy shit, you’re a porn star?” I shrieked. I had been going over this in my mind for the last week and not once had it occurred to me that Decker might be a porn star. I mean, A FREAKIN’ PORN STAR? Who does that? Decker rubbed his neck awkwardly, trying desperately not to look at my almost naked body. Oh shit, I was half naked, laying on a bed, in front of my hot friend, WHO IS A FUCKING PORN STAR! “You don’t have a
mustache,” was my first observation.

Decker rolled his eyes. “We’re not living in the seventies,
Country, very few porn stars have mustaches.”

I pushed myself up on my elbows and took him in, tall and wide, sex on a very lickable stick. His hair was untamed around his handsome face. Dark eyes that roamed over my body like a predator. He obviously hadn’t shaved in a while, a healthy dose of scruff giving him an almost earthly, mountain man look. He didn’t look anything like a damn porn star.

His eyes darted nervously around the room before settling on a ratty old shirt discarded on the floor by my bed. He picked it up and threw it my way. “Can you, like, cover a little of that.” His finger drew a line in the air up and down my body.

“I would have thought an adult film star wouldn’t be so shy around a little feminine flesh.”

Decker gave me a small smile. “Country, unless you want me sinking my cock into your sweet little pussy, I suggest you cover up a little. You are too damn tempting to be lying there like that.”

I glanced at the shirt then back at Decker, hesitating. I mean, my number one fantasy, since I was old enough to understand and truly appreciate the word sex, was the thought of sex with Decker. Decker Steele…the porn star. Reality smashed into my brain with a quick hard bitch slap and I pulled the shirt over my head. He slept with women, for money, on film. Like hell was he touching me. Once my shirt was in place
, Decker seemed to relax a little. He still looked anxious, almost youthful as he stood in the middle of my apartment with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“So,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you a famous porn star?” Of all the things I could have asked, I asked that?

Decker shrugged. “I’ve won a few awards, and I get noticed occasionally, like tonight.”

“Pussy eating award,” I murmured. The thought of Decker so expertly devouring me sent a shiver through my body. Decker leaned against the back of the couch, putting a little more room between us.

“That was one of them,” he said with an arrogant grin.

“How often to you, like…perform?” I asked, trying to find the words in my tequila addled brain.

“Depends on what jobs I’m offered, but I haven’t worked in front of the camera in almost a year. I’ve been directing.”

“Oh,” I managed to breathe, a little relief settling into my shocked brain. The thought of Decker working behind the camera rather than in front of it was much easier for me to accept. “Do you make women audition before filming them?” My own small form of acceptance quickly drowned under something akin to jealousy.

“Not like that, no. The production company I work for only hires people we know, friends. They don’t need auditions because we know what they can and can’t do.” I chewed on my lip nervously, a thousand questions just waiting to burst free. “Maybe we can talk about this another time. It’s late and we are both a little wasted right now,” Decker suggested as he moved around the couch. “Is it okay if I sleep here?” He pointed to the sofa.

“Uh
huh.” I watched as he kicked off his shoes and pulled at his shirt, dragging it up over his head, exposing his toned torso. A small embarrassing groan escaped my lips. His body was carved from every woman’s fantasy, a canvas of smooth, bronze skin. The muscles in his arms bunched as he reached for a cushion and arranged a makeshift bed. My gaze floated lazily over that male beauty. I could tell he was hard through the denim of his jeans and I blushed at the sight. It’s not like I hadn’t seen an erection before, but knowing Decker had one right now, because of me, well, it did wonders for a girl’s ego. When my eyes returned to his face, he stood watching me with an amused look. “Don’t worry, Country, this is a normal reaction to a beautiful woman. Well, not entirely normal as I’ve been having some issues down there, but I’m not about to jump you or anything. I wouldn’t do that to you. We’re friends, right?”

“What sort of trouble down there?” I found myself asking, ignoring the ‘friends only’ comment. I didn’t want friends, I wanted Decker. Decker who screwed women for a living? Oh heck no. I pushed my knees tightly together.

“Nope, not getting into that with you.” Decker stretched out on the couch. Casey had joked that maybe Decker had penile dysfunction. How close to the mark had he hit? Or did he have gonorrhea or something? That was a sobering thought, clearing all lust from my brain faster than a prairie fire with a tail wind.

“You’re like a real life Dirk Diggler,” I whispered with a small smile. He was nothing like the baby-face Marky Mark though. Decker was one hundred percent wild man.

“Dirk’s got nothing on me, Country.” I heard him murmur from the couch.

“Does Bradley know?”

“Yep.”

“That butthole. I’m so kicking his ass next time I see him.”

Decker laughed softly. “He was just protecting you, and me I guess. I’m not embarrassed by what I do, but it’s not Bradley’s place to be telling people. And he was no doubt hoping you would never find out, you’re far too innocent for the life I live.”

I snorted as I struggled to shove pillows off my bed. “I’m not a freakin’ virtuous angel, Decker. I’ve had sex, probably not as much as you, but I’m not some prissy flake like you and Bradley seem to think I am.”

“I had to explain the ins and outs of anal, Country. You want me to explain DP now?” I thought about that for a moment. I was too intrigued to stop myself.

“What’s DP?”

“Double penetration, two men, one woman.”

My mind floated over that scenario. “Like at the same time?”

“Like a sandwich, one on top, one on the bottom—”

I threw a pillow at him before he could go any further. “You’ve done that?” I exclaimed. “Are you bisexual?”

“No, Andi,” he chuckled, “I love women. But in my job, I’ve been required to share them with other men which was no hardship, because I never really saw them as anything other than a work colleague.”

I finally got the covers back to a point where I could squirm beneath them. “But what if yours touches his, while you’re…you know…doing it?”

Decker sighed loudly. “I guess the fact that I’m not attracted to men means I don’t think anything of it. Maybe a slight reposition is required to prevent crossing swords, but it’s not like I do it regularly. I’ve only done it on a few occasions, as it’s not my preferred sexual indulgence.”

I snuggled under the covers, my body cocooned in the cozy warmth of my bed. “What’s your preferred indulgence?”

“Straight up, plain ol’ sex, with a woman. Hard and fast, slow and soft, sixty-nine, doggy style, missionary, against a wall, over a couch, just your typical fucking. Now go to sleep.”

I couldn’t help but wonder what sex with Decker would be like. Obviously he would be good at it, and he would no doubt find my extraordinary lack of experience boring. But I didn’t need to worry, ‘
cause we weren’t going to be having sex anytime soon, or ever. I mean, we were just friends. He was pretty to look at, he made me laugh, and he might be fun to fantasize about. But Decker was forbidden fruit. I was okay with that, right?

“Decker?” I called out, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, Andi.”

“I’m cool with you being a porn star.” Somehow I felt he needed to hear that.

“Thanks, Country.”

The quiet enveloped us again.

“Decker?”

He groaned loudly. “Yeah, Andi.”

“You can share the bed with me if you want. Your feet are hanging off the couch, and I trust you. We are friends after all.”

He didn’t answer for a long time. “I’m not sure I can trust myself,” he admitted.

“Don’t be a dumb ass, the bed is huge. How about I threaten to unman you if you touch me? Will that make it easier?”

Decker’s shadowy figure stood from the couch and approached the bed. “Not really, I can be stubborn and persistent when I see something I want.”

I couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness, but he was standing right by the bed, and I knew he was looking right at me. The innuendo behind that admission made my heart flip. The desire to kneel before him and run my hands over that perfectly sculpted chest was burning through my body.

“Lucky you don’t want me like that,” I whispered. He made a huffing sound before climbing into the bed, careful to maintain as much distance from me as possible as he stretched out on top of the covers.

“I will smother you if you don’t zip that sassy little mouth and go to sleep,” he grumbled.

“Zipped.” I made a show of zipping up my lips, inserting a zipping sound effect and all. “Oh, and I promise I won’t Google you tomorrow, no matter how curious I am about your pretty dick,” I added quickly. Part of me really wanted to Google Decker Steel
e and check out this extra special penis. Another part of me couldn’t stand the thought of watching him have sex with other women. Been there, done that, even bought the shirt, hated it.

“Andi,” Decker groaned. “You can’t invite me into your bed and start talking about my dick. We might be friends and all, but I am also a mere male and my body knows beauty when it sees it.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” I gasped.

“Yes, you’re beautiful, smart, funny, feisty, every man’s dream come true. Now go to fucking sleep before I find something to gag you with.”

Silence descended as I lay there, absorbing Decker’s words. He thought I was beautiful. How many years had I hoped to one day to hear those words from Decker’s lips? Here, now, separated by a line of friendship with an ocean of confusing pornography and sex, he had finally said it. My heart should have soared with delight—he finally saw me. Instead, I found myself wanting to weep. I was lying, practically naked, beside him, he had put his hands on me tonight, pressed his lips to my neck, inhaled me like an addict needing a hit, and we had flirted and laughed so effortlessly. So many of my fantasies and dreams had come true in one night, yet he had never felt more distant and unattainable. Thankfully, my best friend, tequila, helped numb my thoughts. I finally fell into a drunken coma.

*

Queasiness forced my eyes open, and I had no time to appreciate the fact that Decker was nestled behind me, his arm thrown over my waist, spooning me close into his chest. Instead I scrambled from bed and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me before empting the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Damn, tequila was so not my friend anymore.

“Andi, you alright?” Decker called out from behind the door.

“Do I sound alright to you?” I snapped when I finished gagging. He was quiet for a moment, and I thought I heard him gag.

“Are you alright?” I found myself asking between panting breaths.

“I will be if you could manage to keep it down.”

“What the…” I didn’t get the rest out as I began to throw up again. Finally
, I drew in a deep breath and flushed the evidence of my weak stomach away. HATE YOU, TEQUILA! The sound of music seeped under the door, old school stuff, Elvis. I cringed. Decker had tinkered with my stereo. I turned the shower on and ignored my musical outrage as I showered and brushed my teeth. Having no clean, dry clothes in the bathroom, I wrapped a towel around myself before slinking out into the apartment. Decker was in the kitchen. His gaze lifted to me, his eyes widening at my lack of clothing.

“Sorry about that,” he nodded towards the bathroom
, “I have a weak gag reflex, even the sound of someone else losing it makes my stomach roll. Blood, spit, and jizz I can do, hurling makes me green. I almost lost my guts in your kitchen sink.”

I scrunched up my nose at that little admission and quickly made my way over to my closet and grabbed the first thing my hands landed on. Decker was gentleman enough to keep his gaze averted as I returned to the bathroom to dress. Great, I thought as I glanced down at my clothes. I had managed to pick up my oldest, rattiest shirt which just happened to have ‘My Heart Belongs to
the Back Street Boys’ across the front of it. My heart so did not belong to BSB, but my father had bought me the shirt when I was a teenager with some ridiculous notion that all teenage girls loved them. By the time I reemerged, Decker was sitting down with a plate of bacon and eggs. The fact he had played with my stereo irritated me more than the fact he had helped himself to my food. Any thoughts of irritation died when I noticed the bowl of ice cream sitting in front of an empty chair.