He arched an amused brow. “Like, I’m renowned for lasting hours. You pulled that damn orgasm from my body like you owned it. I think you have a magic vagina.”
On one hand, I wanted to punch him for reminding me, yet again, of his vast experience in bed. On the other hand, I wanted to high five myself for bringing Decker down to the sexual status of us mere mortals. I drew in a deep breath, and when I released it, the massive realization of what had just happened hit me. I just had sex with Decker Steele, a porn star. Ex-porn star, I once again reminded myself. It was good. Shit, it was better than good; it was mind blowing and intense, and it had turned my brain and body to butter. My eyes began to flutter shut as Decker leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“You get two hours to rest and then I’m waking you up for round two.”
I chuckled a little at his solemn vow and allowed myself to float into the abyss of one sexually satisfied female.
Chapter 13
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.