Dirty Boy (20 page)

His balls tightened. Pulling his cock out of Story’s mouth, he allowed his cum to jet onto her cheeks and lips.

Jay grinned at the beauty of that money shot. Even from Max’s angle, it was spectacular.

Caught up in her building orgasm, Story moaned and licked the cum from her lips. She cried out, and Jay focused on her ecstasy face. Clenching his teeth, Max turned away, until Jay got what he needed. Only then could Max release his breath and stretch out on the bed.

Immediately, Addie impaled herself on his cock, leaving Story’s cream on her mouth and chin. Story lifted her head.

Before Addie fucking him registered, Max turned to Story. “Face Addie and ride my mouth,” he ordered, leaving out the part where she kissed Addie.

This was hard enough on her.

Story settled her hot, wet pussy on his mouth. He tongued her clit, while slurping up her juices. The faster he gobbled her pussy, the quicker she moved against his mouth. Addie was squealing and riding his cock, intruding. As much as he tried to keep his mind on both their cunts, only Story’s mattered. Her taste, her scent, and her heat consumed him. He tugged her clit into his mouth and sucked it.

Screaming his name, Story came hard with Addie following. Giggling, the blonde topples over and laid next to him. Max kissed Story’s pussy lips and slapped her ass before moving her from his mouth.

“Sit on my cock.” He hadn’t come yet again after he’d shot off on her face.

She didn’t speak, but Addie giggled louder at Story’s dazed look. “If you’d had cock, I’d say you were dick drunk. Since you aren’t, poor baby, I’ll say you’re not used to coming so much,” she chortled.

Ignoring Addie, Max gripped Story’s waist. She bit down on her lip as she took him in her pussy a small fraction.

“Take all of me.”

Story sank down on him and shivered. She gasped, moving on her own, and without his encouragement.

“Max!” she cried.

She should’ve said
Will
but, fuck it, her pussy felt too good to concern himself with the particulars. They could do a voice-over and edit in the correction. Eric didn’t holler
cut
either. He must’ve known Max had no intention of stopping.

Addie leaned over and sucked Story’s hard nipple. That, too, was in the storyline. As much as he wanted to push Addie away, he had to let her continue.

He pumped into Story while Addie tangled her hands in Story’s hair and gave her another wet, open-mouthed kiss, then ran her tongue over the dried cum on Story’s cheek.

Max wasn’t going to last much longer. “Look at me,” he murmured, capturing her attention away from Addie’s kisses.

Dark with passion, Story’s green eyes met his. Just looking at her tipped him over the edge. Instead of giving them another money shot, he released inside her pussy.

“Fucking top notch,” Eric complimented, before yelling his usual, terse, “cut!”

“Ryker,” Addie called, getting off the bed and slipping on her robe. “I’ll give you a cock suck if you share your blow with me.”

Max sat Story next to him, ignoring the buzz of the set. He got to his feet. He was headed to the shower, so he didn’t bother putting his robe on.

“Get lunch, people,” he instructed. As usual, the caterer had set their food up in the break room. “We still have a conversation between Will, Shelby and Jane to film.”

“Okay, Max,” Addie called, placing her hands on Ryker’s shoulders and doing some type of Bunny hop behind him.

Shaking his head, he turned to Story. “Why don’t you shower? I intend to.”

“Good idea,” Story mumbled, her face so sad.

“Good job, Story,” Eric interrupted grudgingly. “You gave a fair performance,” he said, and walked off the set.

Those green eyes sought out Max. “I still don’t like girl-on-girl.”

Max thought for a moment and realized he was softening, opening himself up to unimaginable pain. “Too bad,” he snapped. “It’s part of what we do.”

He allowed that to sink in, hating the way her shoulders slumped. Before he capitulated and let her off the hook, he turned and headed to the shower, unable to escape the annoying truth.

She hadn’t liked performing with Addie.

Max hadn’t liked her doing it, either.

Story stood under the spray, washing away the sex of the day. She’d taken a shower at the studio, but she hadn’t cleaned away the memory of how she’d felt having sex with Addie.
Again.

Over dinner, she’d have to tell Max she couldn’t be with her, or any woman. It just wasn’t her thing. He’d listen to her. He wasn’t cruel enough to force the situation…She shut down her thoughts. He just might be
that
cruel. He certainly wasn’t a saint, demanding she stick around or else he’d press charges against both she and her mother.

What did you expect when you signed the contract?
Not this. Call her naïve, but she’d thought…Actually, she’d had no particular thoughts beyond money.

Sighing, she turned off the shower and wrung out her hair, then leaned out and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around her hair, before using the other one for her body. She opened her door and jumped. Max sat on the chair, waiting for her.

“You have to stop doing this!” she flared.

His expression didn’t change. He gave her the once over before speaking. Unlike earlier, he was dressed in cargo shorts and a T-shirt. She tightened her towel, so she wouldn’t drop it to tempt Max. If the man could be tempted. His blue eyes were frigid and distant.

“I’ve come to tell you I’ll be out for the evening. Don’t wait up for me.”

She hadn’t expected to hear that. In her head, they’d share a meal, better than the aborted one from last night, when he’d invited Kelan over. “I was just freshening up. I was going to cook dinner for us.” Which reminded her. Max needed more groceries. “Tomorrow, can we go to the store?”

He got to his feet, his gaze touching upon her entire body. “Tell me what you need and I’ll take care of it.”

He was a bachelor, so she supposed he did shop. “While I’m here I can make myself useful. I’ll do the grocery shopping.”

“That isn’t necessary. Lucky for me.”

She frowned. “How’s that lucky? And why isn’t it necessary?”

“Imagine what a lurch I’d be in if I depended on someone to shop for me out of the goodness of their hearts,” he said coolly. “And it isn’t necessary because my housekeeper will do it.”

So many responses ran through her head, but she decided not to stick her nose where Max could shove it away. She went with a simple reply. “You have a housekeeper?” The place was spotless. Besides, from what Story gathered, he wasn’t home much.

He nodded. “I do. She comes when I call her. Now that you’re here, I guess I’ll need to have her in once a week.”

“I can keep up the house and do the shopping.”

“You’re
not
getting the keys to my car.”

“I know how to drive,” she protested. “I won’t wreck it.”

“First of all, you’d have to drop me off at the studio. The agreement is that you’re on set until filming is over.”

She’d agreed to that
?

“Secondly, I have my housekeeper. Third, you may steal my car and make a getaway, thus escaping repaying me.”

Story stiffened and all her good will fled. “I
didn’t
steal any money,” she snapped.

“You’re calling your mother a liar?”

“Yes!”

“But not a thief? Or is it she only lied on you?”

“Max—”

“Keep your comments to yourself. The fact that you agreed to my demands is answer enough. Whether
you’re
guilty or not, we both know Barbra is. That’s why you’re here and that’s why I think she’ll talk you into stealing my car so the two of you can escape.” Max gave her a lethal smile, closed the distance between them and settled his hands on her shoulders. He held her gaze. “You’re off the hook if you tell me everything you know. Once I hear
why
Barbra did it, I’ll decide whether or not to press charges. She stole company money, Story. Dad might own ninety-percent and I have only two-percent, equal to the rest of my brothers, but I’m still an owner. She embezzled five thousand dollars from
me
.”

Story had already admitted that her mom took that money because his dad refused to
rent a freaking country
. It was so insane. There was no way Story could frame that in a good light. Additionally, if she explained that Babs had also stole her identity and got Story in debt, that would further seal her mother’s fate, proving she was a criminal.

Story hung her head. She could overlook her own stupidity for getting herself into the contract with Dirty Boys Studio. She could pretend her feelings for Max didn’t run deep and was based upon the time they’d spent together years ago. But the one thing she couldn’t do was escape the hurt of her mother’s actions.

She covered her mouth to hold in her sob.

Max dropped his hands and stepped back. “That’s what I fucking thought. You do realize what I’m allowing you to get away with? I’m not giving you money but I’m going to pay a year’s tuition. I’d say you two have gotten away with two hundred fifty thousand dollars and then some.”

“I didn’t steal that stupid money!” she snarled, swiping angrily at her tears, surprised that he was going to honor her request, anyway. He really
wasn’t
as heartless and unfeeling as he wanted to be.

He gave her a long, searching look, then nodded. “I don’t think you did,” he said finally, “but you know what happened. You know where the money is.”

Yeah, it was spent. Long gone. Blown away. How ever he’d want to say it, that’s what it was.

“I also believe she gave some of it to you.”

“That isn’t true! My mom sacrificed so much for me,” she cried, wanting him to understand her loyalty.

“Your mother’s a thief and a whore. She could’ve sacrificed her
life
for you and that wouldn’t excuse her actions. Who the fuck gave her the right to help herself to our money? Because she was once poor? Neither you nor she had the fucking sense to pay your expenses, so you’ve been reduced to giving up pussy.”

“I’m not a prostitute!”

“Did I say you were? Prostitution is illegal in California. Porn isn’t. But you don’t enjoy what you do. That makes you a slutty sacrificial lamb. You give the women in my industry a bad name.”

“And you give the entire male species an even worse name,” she said, ignoring the tears streaking her cheeks, so angry with Max she wanted to hurt him. “At least I have some loyalty. You’re only loyal to yourself and your cock, so fuck you.”

“Watch it, Story,” he warned her in a lethal tone. “Keep it up and you’ll be shedding those tears from a jail cell.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. You have no proof.”

“I have your mother’s confession,” he reminded her. “Something we didn’t need, since Dad knew the only other person with access to company checks was
her
. Do you want to play hard ball with me? Go ahead and try. I’ll have her bank records subpoenaed, so back down and recognize when you’ve lost.”

“How can you be so cruel?” she whispered, the fight leaving her. She didn’t want to go to jail for something she didn’t do. “I’ve never done anything to you, your father, or your brothers. I’m innocent in this entire matter. I swear to you.”

“That’s neither here nor there,” Max said in bored tones. “You’ve chosen the course of action by your silence and by agreeing to my demands.”

A massive headache was beginning to form. If Story had had any minutes left on her phone, she would’ve called her mother and raged at her. Now, she could only attempt a renegotiation. “I can’t do girl-on-girl, Max. Please, I didn’t like it.”

“You came both times.”

“I don’t care! I didn’t like it. I’m not attracted to girls.”

“That concerns me how?”

Sucking in a sobby breath, Story straightened her shoulders. She hadn’t gotten anywhere with this demand. She’d try for the second one. “Can I dye my hair or can you get me a wig? I-I…it’ll defeat the purpose if one day someone can identify me as having worked in, um, porn.”