DECKER

I awoke to the aroma of coffee. I lifted my head from the pillow and took in Andi’s apartment, albeit missing Andi. Casey’s unmistakable booming laughter from downstairs confirmed where she was though. My dick had obviously woken well before me, tenting the sheets like a flagpole. I smiled, the leaning tower of pee had been painfully absent for some time. I used to curse its existence, after all, taking a leak with a raging hard-on was no small feat. This morning though, after four mind blowing sexual encounters with Andi during the night, each one completed without medical interference, I was more than happy to find my dick still raging hard. With a satisfied grin firmly in place, probably as firmly as my insistent hard-on, I found my wet clothes from the day before in a neat dry pile on the back of the couch. With some gentle persuasion, I managed to pee in Andi’s toilet without so much as an errant missed drip. Then, with my morning wood mostly subsided, I dressed and made my way to the book store downstairs. Andi was making coffee behind the counter, wearing a cute pink dress that hit just below that delicious ass that had been in my hands only an hour or two earlier. Her customary cowboy boots were in place, her hair tossed into a haphazard bun on her head. Her face was free of makeup, she looked sleepy, but glowing. Just the sight of her was making me hard all over again. Casey gasped as I stepped off the bottom stair, holding a hand to his chest.

“Well if my eyes don’t deceive me, it’s the reverent lord himself,” he exclaimed with a thick Mississippi accent. Andi’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as she looked from me to Casey.

I winked at her. “Mission complete, Country.”

Andi glared at Casey. “You so did not hear me!”

“If we didn’t know Decker was over, we would have called 911,” said Lionel from the couch in front of the window, a newspaper open on his lap.

“Oh my god,” groaned Andi.

“Yeah, I think we got that,” murmured Lionel, not looking up from his paper.

Andi’s head fell into her hands with embarrassment.

“How about next time, I do the screaming. Will that help?” I gave Andi a wink, and she simply glared back.

“I tell my girl to go mark her man and she nails him,” laughed Casey.

Andi picked up the towel and threw it at him with perfect aim, hitting him right in the face.

“Haven’t you guys got poodles to manicure or something?” Andi grumbled.

“Yes. Marie will be bringing Chester by any minute. Go open up,” Lionel ordered Casey, his attention still set on the paper in front of him. Now that I was paying him a little more attention, I realized Lionel wasn’t in a great mood this morning. I gave Casey a questioning look, and he rolled his eyes in return.

“He’s still sulking over Scattergories last night,” he whispered as he past me by. “We still on for Friday, sweet pea?”

“We are, on one condition.” Casey paused at the front door. “You don’t bring up a word of what you heard last night.”

“I didn’t hear a thing,” he said with a mischievous grin. “See you around, oh holy one.” He waved my way before disappearing out the door.

Andi mumbled something before giving me a shy glance. I think she had been avoiding my gaze.

“I have some errands to run today, and I’ve got a meeting with my dad tonight, but I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

Andi shrugged. “Um...okay, I guess. You don’t have to call me though. I mean, you’ll be here tomorrow to watch the store for me, right?”

I grabbed a cookie from the jar behind the counter. “Course I will, but I’ll still call you tonight.” She shifted nervously as I leaned against the counter. I was crowding her and for some morbid reason I was enjoying her awkwardness.

“Okay, but I won’t freak out if you don’t call. I mean, it would be cool if you did call but I’m not going to go all girl cray if you don’t call. I’m not the clingy, needy type. Not that I have a reason to be clingy or needy over you. I mean—”

I stepped forward and kissed her, hard and passionate, loving the taste of coffee on her tongue. When I pulled away, I was ridiculously proud of the red flush in her cheeks.

“Andi, stop rambling or I will take you back upstairs and fuck you until you start making sense again.” Lionel muffled a laugh with a cough, while Andi’s blush deepened. “I’ll call you tonight.” I left. If I didn’t get out of there, I would end up dragging her back upstairs and burying myself in her glorious body again. As appealing as that was, I really did have things to do today.

*

“So, Fabian says you’ve been hiding a pretty little red head from us.” I knew Ryder was just jerking my chain, but the fact Fabian had been talking about Andi instantly pissed me off. Ryder’s smile faltered when he looked over at me. “Okay, the scowl is nothing new, but over a girl? That is pretty fucking new!” Ryder was grinning again. He was a good guy, one of the best, and probably the only one other than Bradley whose taunting I would put up with. Scratch that, I could put up with Andi’s teasing too. As long as she let me do what I did last night again, she could tease me ‘til the cows came home. Thoughts of Andi and our night together flittered through my brain and my hardening cock reminded me I was back in action. Yep, I had found my own natural form of Viagra—a stunning little firecracker from Texas. Ryder leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk in front of us which mildly bothered me. My night with Andi had me in a damn good mood though, so I ignored it. We were viewing the final edit from my last directorial job, Fuck Club, six scenes all depicted around the theme of fighting and boxing. My favorite scene was the final one that we were viewing now. Leah’s wrists had been bound to the side of a fighting cage and three fighters were taking turns at fucking her. Leah had been in her element for this scene. She loves light domination and restraints, and I knew she was crushing hard on Donovan Scott who was currently on his knees between her thighs, eating her pussy while Sean and Alex sucked on her tits. It was hot and all the actors really looked like they were enjoying themselves. Hell, they actually were which was rare in porn. Filming scenes was hard work and it took a healthy dose of fine acting, because as those in the industry put it, pornography was much like pro-wrestling, the shit ain’t real. Luckily for me, I had enjoyed most of the scenes I had starred in. There had been a few that had been a little harder to get into, but I had managed to at least feign enough enthusiasm for the scene to look hot and useable.

“You’re not going to tell me who she is?” Ryder asked, sounding offended.

“Andi Jennings, Bradley’s cousin.”

Ryder started laughing. “Oh shit, Decker, Bradley is going to kick your ass when he finds out you’re fucking his cousin. Isn’t she practically family?” Since Ryder has been around for such a long time, he was one of the few who knew Bradley and me well enough to have some idea how Andi fit into the equation.

“What makes you think I’m fucking her?” I was trying hard to concentrate on the screen before me, but my thoughts kept swaying back to Andi, and Ryder talking about her wasn’t helping at all.

“Because up until two minutes ago, you’ve been smiling like a man who just had his cock immortalized in the AVN Hall of Fame.” The AVN Awards were the porn industries version of the Oscars, and to be immortalized in their hall of fame was a big fucking deal, except I didn’t seem to care about it so much anymore. In fact, I could care less if I never set my eyes on another adult film ever. Huh, go figure. Andi had fucked the porn right out of my veins. “Damn, Decker, she got to you didn’t she?” I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t big on having heart to hearts with guys. I wasn’t big on discussing my feelings period. “So, there’s a spot open on The Bishop’s film.” It wasn’t a question, Ryder simply assumed I was off the film. I cast him a quick sideways glance before returning my attention to Leah’s glorious moans. Ryder was quiet, but unfortunately not for long. “What the fuck are you doing, Decker? This is your number one rule, right? You don’t do relationships because of the job. Now you’re dating, that means you are no longer doing the job, right? Or is she cool with this?” Ryder waved his hand toward the film in front of us. I reached forward and grabbed the remote, pausing the film, giving him my undivided attention.

“It was just one night; we aren’t in what one may call a relationship.”

Ryder snorted, his good humor suddenly gone. “This is not some two-bit hooker you picked up at Starlight Express.” Starlight Express was a bar renowned for having an anonymous and vast array of pussy for hire. “This is a friend, your best friend’s family, Decker, don’t you dare fuck her around. Bradley will beat the ever loving shit out of you, and I’ll stand right by his side and watch.”

I was slightly surprised by the venom in Ryder’s voice. He didn’t even know Andi, yet he was prepared to stand up for her. I was impressed at his loyalty; it’s why we got along so well.

“I’m not fucking her around. I don’t know what this is. I like her, my dick fucking loves her, but we haven’t exactly put a label on it. It’s too new to know where it will go.”

Ryder still looked pissed. “So what? You’re going to play this thing out and leave The Bishop on the sidelines just in case it isn’t what you hoped? That’s not cool, Decker.”

“I’m not playing with her!” I said, my temper finally snapping.

“Sure as hell seems that way to me. If you really wanted to give Andi a chance, you’d be on the phone to The Bishop right now, telling him you’re no longer available. There will always be porn, Decker.”

“This is The Bishop! I’ve been waiting to work with him for fucking years! I’m not going to toss that blindly aside over something that might not even start!”

Ryder sat back in his chair, his angry brown eyes glaring at me. I didn’t back down though. Theoretically, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I wasn’t working right now, and I wasn’t exactly dating Andi.

“Seems to me like you’ve already started something. Don’t be a dick, Decker. You made those rules of yours up for a reason. Either stick with them or call The Bishop.” He got up and left, bastard just fucking walked away from me, in the middle of work.

I wanted to punch something. I was frustrated and more so by the thought that maybe what Ryder was saying was right. Bullshit, I closed down that line of thought immediately. Andi had only been in my life for a little less than a month, and I wasn’t fucking anyone else at the moment, only her. But in another two weeks’ time, I was supposed to start filming on The Bishop’s set. Was two weeks enough time to know what I truly wanted? I wasn’t doing anything wrong though. I was just giving us time to explore this, see where it went. In two weeks, if I still felt the way I did today, I’d call The Bishop and quit. If I couldn’t see a future with Andi though, if she couldn’t see a future for us, I’d let her go. No harm no foul. Then why the hell did I feel like the world’s biggest asshole?

My cell phone rang, and without looking at the screen, I answered the call.

“Decker! Why am I only just now finding out that Bradley’s little cousin has moved to New York?”

“Hello to you too, Mom.” She sounded pissed. Was it pick on fucking Decker day?

“You know how I found out?” She ignored my hello. “Joyce McNally, that old gossip knows everything. Did you know Andrea’s father passed away?”

“Andi.” I collapsed back in the chair, flicked the pause button off, and the slapping sound of flesh filled the air.

“Andi who? And turn that filth off while you’re talking to me!”

I shook my head and hit the mute button. I, unfortunately, knew my mom and dad weren’t as opposed to porn as they make it seem. I wish I could erase that nugget of information from my brain.

“Andi, she prefers to be called Andi now. And yes, she told me that her father passed away from pancreatic cancer almost a year ago.”

Mom took a long calming breath. “Why didn’t Bradley tell you about her father?”

“I don’t know, Mom, perhaps because Andi’s life had nothing to do with me. It’s not like we were friends. I haven’t seen her since she was a teenager. It wasn’t my business?”

“Poor thing. She must be so lonely, no family or friends here. Have you seen her?”

I almost snorted out laughter. Ah, yeah, I’ve seen her alright. Right down to her sassy Tink tattoo, rosebud nipples, and sweet wet pussy. “Yeah, Mom, I’ve seen her a few times. I’m surprised Dad didn’t mention it; he knew she was here.” I could hear a faint growl start low in my mom’s chest.

“Good question, which your father will be answering tonight while I make up the spare bed for him.”

I chuckled at my mom’s harmless threat. No way would she toss Dad from the bed. She would be over her temper tantrum in the next five minutes.

“Bring her around for dinner this Saturday.”

I rubbed my chest. Taking Andi to meet the parents seemed a little premature, but I also liked the idea. I didn’t have to tell them anything was going on between us though; I would just be taking a friend to dinner. My friend with benefits, I thought with a smile. The smile quickly disappeared when I realized I might actually want more than friendly sex with Andi.

“And, Decker, you are going to see your father tonight, aren’t you?” Tonight was a meeting that I had been putting off for a long time. Dad wanted to bring me on board at Steele Structures in more than a silent partner capacity. He had been trying to draw me away from my bachelor lifestyle as an adult film star since the day he discovered I did it. Knowing my mom and dad had ‘accidentally’ picked up one of my earlier films from a downtown sex shop made me nauseated.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m going.” I was conflicted about the meeting now. There was definitely a part of me that had been tired of the lifestyle I had been living. I knew I needed a change, but for some reason, the thought of giving it up for good made me nervous. The loss of something that had been so integral to my life scared me a little.

“Good. Well, I’ll see you Saturday. Bring dessert.”

I smiled. I sure as hell was bringing dessert. Andi cake, best served hot with a dash of cream. The thought had me rock hard, again. Man, I had missed my erection, I thought with a grin.

“Not a problem. See you Saturday.”

“Okay, honey. See you then.”

I hung up the phone and grinned as Donovan spurted a fist full of cum over Leah’s open, expectant mouth. Beautiful, even if it had taken the wanker twenty minutes of fist pumping to get that shot.