Dirty Boy (19 page)

“Do we do this before or after dinner?” she asked.

“How about once before and once after?” Kelan suggested.

Although she nodded, she didn’t move. Kelan polished off his wine, stood, and headed to her. Not giving her a chance to protest or panic, he lifted Story into his arms, kissing her as he did so. Story didn’t immediately respond as she always did with Max, satisfying him to no end.

“Open your mouth,” Kelan whispered, threading his fingers through her hair.

This time, Story complied faster than Max appreciated and kissed Kelan as if having his tongue down her throat granted her eternal life. The sight of the two of them repulsed Max. He wanted to rip her out of Kelan’s arms and smash his face in, reinforcing the necessity of witnessing their sex.

“Stop.”

At first, Max thought he’d imagined the soft word, until Kelan set her on her feet.

“I’m not doing this. As much as I could,” she admitted, before rounding on Max. “I
have
to fuck whoever on set, but you’re not turning me into a bigger whore for your personal amusement. Or some type of dumb guilt. You don’t want me upset because you’re screwing everything and their grandma? The answer is simple, Max.
Don’t
fuck them. Problem solved.”

“You think you’re a whore because of your job?”

“I don’t have a job. I have an obligation. A payoff.”

“You have an exchange,” he growled, resentful of his relief.

“Max, I’m tired,” she said on a sigh. “I’m hungry. I need to wash my clothes. Can you not be an asshole for one night?”

He hardened his resolve. “Your window of opportunity is fast closing to fuck another man outside of work.”

She stomped to him and jabbed his shoulder. “When did you become my lord and master? If I want to fuck ten men in my spare time, you have no say in the matter.”

Her words thrust him back into familiar territory. “If you want to stay out of jail, I
am
your lord and master.”

“You’re not doing this. You’re not wielding that threat when it’s convenient for you to prove a point. I got it the first time you mentioned jail. Why do you think I’m still here?”

“Leave and I’ll have your mother arrested,” he lied. His father would have his ass if they did anything to Barbra. “Which shouldn’t matter to you since she ratted you out.”

“She didn’t rat me out. She flat out lied. I might be angry with her but she’s still my mother and she wouldn’t last a day in jail.”

“Such touching loyalty.”

“You are
such
a fucking dickhead,” she snarled. “You’d do well to have some loyalty.”

“I
am
loyal,” he snapped. “To the people that matter. My father and brothers. If you’re suggesting I should be loyal to you, give me a reason why?”

“I’m not suggesting anything at all,” she said. “I’m thrilled to be living under your roof and have to fuck everything I see. Become a mini
you.
”

“You’ve only fucked me, Story. What the fuck are you talking about?”

“What about Addie?” she said in lowered tones.

“What about her? If you’d stop judging me, you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Your preachy bullshit about looking to the future is just that—bullshit. You didn’t fuck Kelan because you wanted to prove a point to me, not because you didn’t desire him.”

“I didn’t fuck him because I’m not spreading my legs to ease your guilt. And I definitely didn’t want you here watching us. If you
really
wanted me and him to be together, you would’ve left so we could do it on our terms.”

“So you’d sleep with Kelan? Why? Is it because you think you’d have a better shot at a fucking relationship with him? You’re more naïve than I thought. I don’t hide what the hell I do. He does. He’ll fuck you, tell you he’ll call you, and never fuck with you again.”

“He’s
your
friend and he came over here to fuck me while you watched,” she jeered. “Of course I know he’s like you with women.”

Brow lifted, Kelan folded his arms and grinned, enjoying the fuck out of himself, despite her insults.

“I don’t know him enough to figure out why he sleeps around. Maybe, it’s because he could, being so gorgeous.”

Kelan’s grin really deepened at Story’s compliment.

“But you? It isn’t about the fact that you’re an overwhelming piece of man candy.
Or
your big penis.
Or
your incredible kissing.”

Max glared at Kelan’s shaking body from his hard laughing. Story ignored him and continued on.

“You’re running from your past. I’m so sorry. I wish I could help you. I can’t. You’re the only person who can help yourself. Get over your pity party and recognize the people who care about you. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and live. Life’s passing you by and you don’t even know it.”

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do.”

She lifted her chin. “I just did.”

Rushing to the stairs, she ran to the second floor, not stopping until she reached her door. Instead of slamming it shut, she closed it softly, her understated message all the more ominous.

“She’s not Kayleigh, asshole,” Kelan warned. “Stop punishing her for shit she didn’t do.”

“She’s a
woman
,” Max stated, as if that explained everything.

Babs’ confession crossed his mind. Had she spoke the truth? And what the fuck did she mean by “figure it out”?

She was a prime example that women were to be enjoyed, entertained, and spoiled. But they weren’t to be trusted. Or given control. Not ever again.

Story fidgeted with the knot on the robe Ryker had purchased for her, watching Max and Addie laugh amongst themselves. As usual, the set was a beehive of activity. Lights and cameras were being positioned. Set props were being added or removed. Vista sat on a corner stool, filing her nails. Eric wore a headset and held a copy of the script in his hands, flipping through it.

It reminded Story she had to speak. Only a few lines since the primary focus was the sex. Still, she didn’t want to mess up. Eric expected her to. Max was already angry with her. And…Addie was there. The gorgeous woman had been nothing but kind to Story, but she was secure and comfortable in her status and her sexuality. She went both ways and didn’t care what anyone thought. More than that, though, Max seemed enthralled by her face and body.

That thought depressing her, Story started for the dressing room.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Max’s voice boomed across the set.

Story froze, hoping the floor opened up and swallowed her. Suddenly, everyone focused on her, thanks to Max. In only a robe, she felt quite self-conscious.

“I’m going to get my copy of the script,” she responded, surprised he’d been paying enough attention to her to notice what she did.

Max snapped his brows together in a ferocious frown. “Didn’t you study your lines last night?”

She’d escaped to her room, wondering how Max could’ve thought, in the
smallest
recesses of his mind, that she’d want to sleep with Kelan or any other man. That question had yet to be answered. Even if she asked Max, he wouldn’t respond. He had to know retaliation complicated matters. With her thoughts so jumbled up, she wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on her lines. She shook her head. “No, I didn’t go over them.”

“We can run through our lines together,” Addie offered, ignoring Max’s scowl.

Story looked at her bare toes, intimidated by Addie’s presence. It embarrassed her to remember how much she’d enjoyed their sex. Especially since she didn’t want to have to do it again but knew that she’d have to because of the storyline.

Taking the matter out of Story’s hands, the woman sailed ahead of her. “Come on, love.” She backtracked, grabbed Story’s hand and tugged her into the hallway.

In the dressing room, Addie picked up her copy of the script and nodded to where Story’s lay on one of the makeup tables. Like Story, Addie wore a robe. Unlike Story, she wasn’t self-conscious.

“Okay, I’m Jane, the neighbor,” Addie said, flipping through the pages. “I’m there to ask Max’s character, Will, to carry in something heavy. Hmmm.” She turned the pages back and forth. “Yeah. See, babe? After today, I’m done. Max is all yours.”

If only. “Max isn’t mine.”

Addie offered her a huge grin. “If you want him, I can help you get him. I’m a pretty good matchmaker.”

As much as Story wanted to accept Addie’s offer, she shook her head. “You’ll have to match me up with someone else,” she said, surprising herself. She wasn’t interested in getting with another man at the moment. “It isn’t going to be Max.” Words as much for her benefit as for Addie’s.

“Why? Because he’s Richard Head?”

She rarely thought of him as his porn persona. Maybe, if she did she wouldn’t have such a hard time adjusting. “How long have you known Max?” she asked, deciding not to answer the question since she didn’t have one.

“Three days.”

“I thought it was longer than that with the way you two are with each other.”

“We aren’t any way, sweetheart,” Addie said kindly. “We’re attracted to each other and it’ll be good for the screen. We’ve fucked a couple of times
just because
.”

Story swallowed. “Oh.”

“One of those times was with you,” Addie rushed to add. “It’s no biggie. Just a few extra orgasms. It’s just sex. Today on set will be just sex. Don’t let this job scare you. Stay strong and you’ll be fine.”

Story didn’t feel strong. Ever since she’d made love to Max after his bad dream, she’d been living with expectation. He was dealing with major issues and refused to let anyone get close to him. “What do you know about Max? What has he shared with you in your alone time?”

“Only what the world knows. Beyond that, I know a lot of the girls enjoy working with him. I know he comes from money. He has a cold streak a mile long that thaws completely when he’s fucking. I know Richard Head, not Max Sherwood. I don’t want to know him. I have a feeling I could fall in love with him. What woman doesn’t want a hot, sexy, wealthy, bad boy?”

Story had been half in love with Max since she was fifteen-years-old. Introducing sex into their relationship only deepened her feelings.

Addie went to her bag and pulled out a cigarette, a ten-dollar bill, and a small bag containing white powder. She cleared the surface of the makeup table she’d been using, set the cigarette down, and laid two lines out, then rolled up the money, using it to snort the coke. Wiping her nose, she picked up her cigarette. She took a drag, then held the smoke in before releasing it and holding the joint out to Story.

“It’ll help you get through our scene, sweetheart.”

Before Story could decline, the door flew open and Max stalked in. It was as if he’d been lurking just beyond and waited for an opportune moment to burst in.

“Did you learn the lines, Story?”

“Addie and me were talking,” Story admitted, holding her ground, despite Max’s glower. “Why?”

Addie remained silent, happily smoking, while Max looked as if he’d collapse in a fit of fury. He opened his mouth to speak, then snapped it shut. His face darkened. “Camera roles in ten minutes,” he said, and stormed away.

Addie pinched the top of the cigarette. “Do you want to rehearse the lines?”

She wanted to run behind Max and ask him exactly what had angered him. Since that wasn’t wise, she nodded at Addie, grabbed her script and dug in.

Max had followed Addie and Story to the dressing room with the intentions of rehearsing with them. Thinking they would’ve ended up fucking changed his mind. The threesome needed to be filmed, to get it behind Story, so he’d waited outside the dressing room to escort them to the set. He’d been telling Addie about changed scenes, also to accommodate Story, and she’d been telling him some stupid anecdote about a YouTuber, after inviting him to a party later that night. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen Story start to walk away.

He wanted to make sure she wasn’t leaving. Not that she had a way
to
leave, but he’d wanted to…Fuck. It didn’t matter if she wanted to go. He’d only wanted to make sure she wasn’t leaving him in a bind.

As he’d stood at the dressing room door, he’d smelled herb, and hadn’t been able to stay in the hallway. The moment he’d burst in and seen Story, he’d wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from his corrupt world.

Addie strutted into view with Story on her heels. Addie’s sensual beauty couldn’t touch Story’s innocence.

He glowered in her direction. He refused to be the older man who fell for a younger woman and protected her from life.
Refused.
It wasn’t happening now or ever. Story needed to be corrupted. Morally bankrupt people made the world go around. If he didn’t strip away her sweetness, then someone else would.

“Places, people,” Eric called.

Addie whispered something to Story, and she smiled. Max wondered…fuck no. He didn’t care what Addie said or did to Story. They were both consenting adults. It was their business.

Max removed his robe, watching as Story did the same. Unlike Addie, Story kept her back to them, showing her pretty ass and straight back, halfway covered by that mass of brown hair.

“I thought we were speaking first,” she said over her shoulder.

“We’re getting the threesome out of the way,” Eric explained. “Max’s idea. We’ll move to the other set once we’re done here, and shoot the rest of the scene.”

Addie was making the rounds in the room and now spoke to Ryker. He rewarded her with a grin and a swat to the ass. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, then headed to Story, setting her hands on her hips and turning her toward the bed.

Max hated the jealousy he felt, watching the easy way Addie touched Story. He wished…
nothing
. He wished fuck all.

“Hey, babe,” Addie said to Story. “This won’t be so bad. Relax. Ryker has some powder if you think that’ll help.”

Story barely got her soft, “I don’t do drugs,” before Max saw red and snarled, “Fuck no. Story doesn’t use and she isn’t about to start.”

Drugs was a road to nowhere. Whatever else he wanted for her, being an addict wasn’t it.

“She’s nervous,” Addie protested.

Story drew in a deep breath. “I’m fine,” she lied, looking anything but. She appeared terrified. “No one is forcing me to be here.”

The statement made Max wince. He wasn’t forcing her, per se, but he
was
holding jail time over her head.

Without speaking, Addie climbed on the bed and dragged Story down, climbing on top of her.

Story laid straight and stiff, her hands plastered to her side as Addie started kissing her.

“Action,” Eric called.

Jay, one of the cameramen, went to the bed for close-ups.

“Follow my lead,” Addie said, sticking her tongue out to visibly plunge it into Story’s mouth.

Another bout of jealousy hit Max, shocking him. But he wanted to be the one coaxing Story into relaxation. He walked closer to the set as Addie rose up. Story was supposed to eat Addie’s pussy. When he’d rewritten the scene to have “Shelby” service “Jane”, he’d been lost in the anger of Barbra’s accusations. Her stupid order for him to figure it out didn’t matter. What was there to figure out anyway? They were fucking thieves. After last night, however, when he’d been sick to his stomach at the thought of Kelan with Story, he knew he wouldn’t feel the type of vicious satisfaction he’d expected if he had Story’s character go down on Addie. The first thing he’d done this morning was call a meeting and tell Eric the script would change yet again.

Now, Addie was easing Story into the scene and Max didn’t like it. He’d have to change it again, to include himself. Story needed him to help her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t relax.

“Wait, Addie,” Max called, ignoring Eric’s glare and Jay’s irritated sigh. “Change of positions. Story, you’re going to suck me off while Addie licks you.”

“Make up your fucking mind,” Eric jeered.

“Shut the fuck up,” Max warned, then looked at Story.

“Thank you,” she mouthed.

Wanting to snap her head off but unable to, he nodded and joined the two women on the bed. He looked at Eric and signaled they were good to go. Jay got into place, as did Ryker. Per their plans, they’d shoot from two angles whenever he was in the scene.

Tuning everyone else out, Max focused on Addie’s head between Story’s legs. She widened Story’s thighs, silently positioning her for the best shots. Story groaned and lifted her pussy to Addie’s mouth. Max tapped his cock against Story’s lips, refusing to be left out. She opened and he sank into the wet warmth of her mouth.

The moment Story sucked him in, Max knew they’d need only one take to shoot the scene. Addie licked Story’s cunt with vigor, making a production of showing her tongue. The sight, the deepening flush on Story’s body and her moving hips, turned Max on. He threw his head back, ignoring the nips of her teeth, knowing she’d eventually learn how to blow him.