Decker's Wood (18 page)

“I’ve got them placed strategically all over the place. You never know when the mood might strike.”

“Good thinking,” I panted as his firm rigid length rubbed against my pussy until it slipped down to my entrance and was thrust forward in one, long, hard stroke. His mouth left mine for a moment, his forehead resting against mine as he drew back in a leisurely pace, then re-entered me with a long, sure, deliberate stroke that forced a breath of air from my lips. He kept the torturously languid pace until I was squirming beneath him, my feet hooked over his thighs in an attempt to force him closer, harder, faster. With one last kiss, Decker drew back, unhooked my legs and positioned them against his chest. Pressing a kiss to my calf, he took my waist in his hands and began thrusting into me with fast demanding thrusts. My hands immediately sought out the iron headboard as I was quite literally fucked across the mattress. I was throbbing with the build of another orgasm. My breathing was coming fast, my heart pounding. The sight of Decker taking me with such intense force was going to throw me over that ledge.

“Fuck, Country, you feel so damn good,” he murmured. “You look fucking perfect under me.” That’s all it took, a few sweet yet dirty words, and I was screaming his name again. When my eyes finally cleared, Decker was grinning, still moving fast. Letting my legs go he leaned forward, buried his face in my neck and spilled himself with a lot of cursing and shouting. Once we had both caught our breath, he pushed himself up on his arms, taking his heavy weight off my body.

“You were supposed to be the loud one this time,” I grumbled.

Decker kissed my nose. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they heard the bed slamming against the wall just fine.” My hands covered my eyes with mortification. “Come on, let’s eat so we can do that again.” Decker stood and made his way to the bathroom, washing up, walking naked around my apartment without an ounce of shame. I was still lying in bed, feeling far too spent to bother moving.

“Are you going to put clothes on?” I asked, my eyes lingering on his gorgeous cock. “Do you have any idea how unsanitary it is to eat like that?”

Decker turned back to face me as he took a bottle of water from the fridge. “What’s wrong, Country? Does my nudity bother you?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s just…” I waved a hand at him. “It’s distracting,” I groaned, blushing.

Decker grinned as he approached me, not even attempting to cover himself. “Distracting?”

“It’s just swinging around in the air, demanding my attention. Distracting!” I knew he was up to something from the wicked look in his eyes.

“I’ll show you distracting.” He climbed up onto the bed and stood directly over me, one leg on either side of my stomach. I looked up those long legs, my eyes setting directly upon his proud and beautiful manhood. Then he started swinging his hips about in a hula hoop motion.

“OH MY GOD, DECKER!” I screamed. His dick was swinging around wildly, and he was laughing like a damn school kid performing his first dick trick.

“What’s up, Country, you don’t like helicopters?” His laugher was contagious and I found myself laughing so hard I snorted, which only made Decker laugh harder until he finally lost his balance and fell in an ungraceful heap on the floor beside the bed.

“Holy shit,” I said through hiccups of laughter. “Are you okay?” Decker was still laughing, which I assumed meant he was okay. He reached for my arm and pulled me down to the floor with him. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard,” I confessed.

“I can’t remember the last time I did the helicopter,” Decker chuckled.

“You’ve ruined me, Decker. I’m never going to be able to hear, see, or say the word helicopter again without thinking about that.”

He kissed my cheek. “Good, now I just have to come up with a way to get you thinking about my cock the other twenty-three hours and
fifty-five minutes of the day.”

DECKER

Andi was freaking out. It would have been amusing if that red blotchy rash hadn’t
began to crawl up her neck. She pulled the sun visor down, again, to observe the nasty red eruption in the mirror.

“You want me to stop by a drug store or something?” I asked, genuinely concerned. Andi gave her neck a gentle rub, and my visor a not so gentle shove back to the roof.

“No. It will disappear as soon as I settle down.” I had tried every trick in the book to ‘settle her down’, but nothing had worked. Apparently, meeting my parents was scarier than moving across country alone and opening a new business. I guess I was somewhat to blame since I had sprung the parental visit on her less than an hour ago. I had almost forgotten about my mom’s invite to dinner. Andi and I had been enjoying a leisurely day, lying around her apartment, interrupted only by my inability to keep my dick out of her. I hadn’t really understood the concept of the term and song “Afternoon Delight”. I got it now. That moment when lunch is done, you feel all sleepy and lethargic, and then you glance across the room to see your girl lying on a couch, wearing nothing but a shirt and panties, her head stuck in front of a book. I ripped the Kindle out of her hands, plucked her right off the couch, and placed her on the bed where I fucked her slowly and thoroughly. Afternoon fucking delight! When I remembered about the dinner date with my parents, I had all but knocked Andi off the couch in my haste to check the time. Andi had fifteen minutes to change before a forty minute drive to my folk’s house. One hour to come to terms with the thought of meeting my mom and dad. She had already met my dad, but the two of them together, at home, for dinner, was a much bigger deal.

“Country, my folks are cool. Completely laid back and they know nothing about this.” I signaled back and forth between the two of us. “We’re just friends. You’re Bradley’s cousin, and Mom was worried about you being all alone and friendless in New York. It’s just a meal, no
pressure.” She rubbed at that damn rash again. “I thought it was the men who were supposed to freak out over meeting the parents.”

Andi gave me an irritated glance. “I’ve never met the parents of a…” She seemed to get lost for words. “I’ve never met a guy’s parents before.” She amended her sentence. The idea that she might have wanted to say boyfriend had me feeling both thrilled and terrified. What we had didn’t have a label, not yet. This was the experimental phase, the tryouts. She was Andi, I was Decker. We weren’t a couple to be labeled. And yet, I liked the idea of Andi and I being more permanent, being stamped with our own ridiculous couple name, like Deckand. I found myself grinning at my own idiocy, and yet somewhat brilliant couple name. Beside me, Andi pulled at her denim skirt. It was short, sexy short, and the lacy top she had matched it with made it difficult for me to keep my hands to myself. One glance at the blotchy red skin on her neck doused my arousal. I hated that she was so nervous she’d broken out into hives.

“Stop freaking out, Country, you’re making me tense,” I confessed as we got closer to my parents’ place. That warranted a sly grin from her.

“I can help with that,” she purred, giving me a look that had my arousal back, firmly in place. And when I say firmly, I mean the almighty fucking Kong had woken and was ready for action. The devil had taken over my dick and mind, as my foot fell from the accelerator and I imaged pulling the car over so Andi could ‘help me’ with my tension. An irritated horn from the car behind me broke the spell I was under. Andi laughed and I couldn’t help but shake my head and smile.

“If I wasn’t so happy to finally have an erection again, I’d spank you right now.”

Her smile dropped. “What do you mean finally have an erection again?”

Oh shit! Did I really just say that out loud? My brain was definitely malfunctioning. The look on Andi’s face told me she wasn’t simply going to let this go.

“I’d been having a few issues.” I didn’t elaborate. This conversation had reached a whole new level of intimacy between Andi and I that I was a whole lot uncomfortable with.

“What sort of issues?” she persisted.

I groaned. “The sort that affected my ability to work.”

Andi was quiet and just when I thought maybe she had dropped it, she spoke. “That’s why you retired.” I cast a nervous glance in her direction, a little surprised she knew I had retired. Her shifting emotions were enough to give me whiplash. She had gone from a bonafied freak out, to seductress, to joyful, back to freaking the fuck out all in the span of ten minutes.

“Yeah, I could have used medication or drugs, but that’s not who I am.” She was quiet, too quiet, too still. Was she worried there was something wrong with me? “Obviously everything is okay now.”

“Obviously,” she murmured with a furrowed brow.

“I mean, it seems okay from my end. Everything okay from your end?”

She blushed and shrugged. “No complaints here.” She smiled, but it was forced.

What did I miss? How did we have a mood plummet into ice queen territory in less than a minute? It’s not like she was the one whose body suddenly packed it in and turned limp. I would have pressed the issue except I was steering my car into the short driveway of my parents’ modest two story suburban home, complete with white picket fence and yapping poodle. As I slid from the driver’s seat, I noticed Andi was looking ill once again. She didn’t attempt to move, and I walked around to her side of the car. She even sat and waited for me to open her door. Or maybe she thought she could hole up here for dinner without anyone noticing. I grabbed the cake from the floor by her feet, hoping she would follow it where ever it went. It worked like a charm. She quickly scrambled from the front seat.

“Okay, time to chill. You already know my dad, and my mom is just as easy going. We aren’t dating, so there is no pressure. Hell, you could even belch at the table and it would be cool.” She cast me a disbelieving look. “They are going to love you, Andi, there isn’t anything not to love.” She stared at me for a moment, and I stared back while the words that had just spilled from my lips sank in. “Except the puking episode the morning after our unexpected wedding anniversary. And the fact that your furniture doesn’t match, your inability to keep a pet without killing it, and the overabundance of pillows on your bed, they’re ridiculous. And you like country music, which is unforgiveable,” I rambled. Andi’s shoulders seemed to relax, and she gave me a grateful smile as we walked up the porch. Before I could reach for the door, it swung open and I ran into a six foot wall of muscle.

“Fuck me!” I exclaimed, completely shocked.

“Hey, little brother. Miss me?” I looked into the eyes of my eldest brother, Daniel. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he hadn’t even called ahead to let me know he was going to be in town. “Well I’ll be damned. Mom said you were bringing a girl around and I told her she had to be having one of those senior moments when insanity spontaneously sets in. I didn’t think for one second my little brother had it in him to bring a real live girl home to meet the parents.” He turned his blue eyes and dimpled grin on Andi who looked like she was ready to faint. “You okay there, sweetheart? You look a little pale,” Daniel asked with a furrowed brow.

I grabbed Andi’s hand and dragged her forward. “This is Andi, Bradley’s cousin, and she’s not used to family crap, so be calm. And what the fuck are you doing here?”

Daniel grinned at me and stepped aside. “Helping our mom cook you and your girl pie. Come on in.”

“Decker, I missed you so much,” came Mom’s soft voice from behind Daniel. Her hair was thrown into a messy ponytail, her face free of makeup, but not free of flour which was smeared across one cheek. I reached over and wiped it away before she pulled me in for a hug.

“Mom, I was here like two weeks ago, and we spoke on the phone yesterday.”

Mom peeked around my arm and gave Andi a welcoming smile. “Mom, this Andi. Andi, this is my mom, Sarah.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Steele,” Andi replied politely, still looking a little pale and a whole lot nervous.

“Oh please, call me Sarah. While I love my husband to death, his mother is completely crazy. Whenever I hear someone say Mrs. Steele, I automatically head for the wine cabinet.”

“Decker told me she has a little rat problem,” Andi said with an easy smile.

My mom laughed. “Sweetheart, the rats are the least of her problems.” My mom sighed as she took Andi in. “You are absolutely adorable. Isn’t she adorable, Decker? Like a country bunny that you just want to hug.” Then she went in for the kill, enveloping Andi in a big hug. Andi’s eyes widened in surprise before she returned the embrace a little awkwardly.

“Oh, ummmm thank you. Although where I come from we shoot bunnies, so it’s nice to know you cuddle them here.”

My mom laughed as she pulled Andi into the house.

“Mom, what’s Daniel doing in town?” I asked, hoping to get a straight answer from her.

“Oh some engineer’s course thingy, it went right over my head, but he’s only here for the weekend.”

“Yep, the wife only let me come for the weekend, and I’m busy with lectures both days. I think she’s worried you will corrupt me with strip clubs again if I stay too long.” Daniel tossed me a beer from the fridge. I handed it to Andi who took it with a grateful smile. Nothing like a little liquid courage to help get a girl through meeting the parents. “A woman who drinks long necks, my dream come true,” Daniel sighed, holding a hand over his heart. My gaze moved back to Andi, and my head followed her movement, tilting to one side as she leaned over in front of the oven to inspect what was cooking inside, teasing me with a spectacular ‘almost’ view of her ass. Someone clearing their throat caught my attention. My dad stood beside Daniel, both of them wearing smirks. Busted.

“Dad,” I said, matching his smile. He shook his head and gave me a hug.

“Decker, good to see you’re taking such good care of your best friend’s cousin. Bradley will be most impressed with the hospitality you’ve shown Andi.” I’d been in the house for less than a minute, and I’d already been thoroughly chastised right under Andi’s nose.

“Decker has been amazing, Joe, and I’ve already told Bradley. I could never have completely uprooted my life and plonked myself in the middle of a big
, scary city without Decker’s help. I have no idea how I assumed I could do it on my own.”

My mom and dad both gave Andi a dreamy look, and Daniel couldn’t help but raise his ring finger and not so discreetly rub his chin with it.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.

My mom jumped to attention and began clanking pots and pans. “Shepherd’s pie, garden vegetables, and garlic bread.”

My mouth was already watering. “Could you boys set the table? It’s almost ready.”

Being back in my parents’ house like this was almost as if I had never left. I knew where everything was, and Daniel and I moved around the kitchen with ease, throwing things at each other accompanied with the occasional your momma joke that Mom, justifiably, took offense
to. Andi sat at the breakfast bar, watching with fascination. The only thing missing in this scene was my other brother, Drew. The three of us together would have destroyed Andi, she would have run fast and far away from the crazy Steele household. My heart broke a little when I remembered Andi was an only child. She wouldn’t have had family meals like this. I quickly understood the look of sorrow and wonder that consumed her. I gave a tug on her hand and drew her over to the large dining table, sitting her between my mom and me.

“Rub a dub dub…” said Daniel, sitting in front of his full plate.

“Thanks for the grub,” I finished for him, grabbing my fork, digging right in.

“So, Andi, Dad tells me you own a book store,” Daniel somehow managed to get out of his mouth stuffed with food.

“I do. It’s been officially open for almost two weeks now.”

Daniel swallowed his food before speaking
again. “You do know the only reading Decker does is scripts, and trust me, the scripts are real easy to follow,” he said with a smirk.

“Not at the table,” my mom growled.

“I’ve heard he’s quite the star,” Andi said with a wink, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Daniel looked a little surprised. “You know about the porn?”

Andi looked a little surprised herself as she looked around the table. “Ya’ll know about the porn?”

“
It’s okay, Andi, we know about Decker’s career. While we don’t love what he does, we do appreciate that he at least does it well,” my mom said with sarcasm.

“It’s disturbing that your bare ass has graced my bedroom TV screen,” Daniel grumbled, pointing his fork at me.

I shrugged. “Hey, I’m not the one watching porn while trying to entertain a lady,” I said in my own defense. “Maybe you need to up your game if you need a little skin flick assistance.”

“Boys!” my mom snapped.

“Isn’t the kitchen table a sacred place? Perhaps we shouldn’t be using the word porn so much at a sacred place,” my dad muttered.

“I thought your sacred place was on the crapper?” Daniel said thoughtfully.

“Oh good lord, can we stop talking about porn and crappers at the table, please?” Mom yelled, and I knew this was a direct order from the boss herself. At that moment, Andi started laughing. It started like a quiet low chuckled and ended up an almighty roar.