“That it is,” he murmured as he turned his back on Melody Mona. Seriously? That could not be her real name. Standing, he took my hand and led me away from the small crowd of adult film stars and into the dark recesses of a shadowed corner. It was quieter back here, an air-conditioning duct blew icy air down on my shoulders, and I shivered as Decker pressed my back into the wall. His hands under my ass lifted me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “You are, by far, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen; beautiful inside and out.” He kissed my cheeks. “Those freckles of yours are maddening. It’s like someone spent hours finding the perfect position to drop a little speck on your beautiful skin, and I find myself wanting to kiss every fucking one of them.” He pressed a few more kisses to my face. “Those lips,” he purred as he bent down and licked my lips, “seeing them wrapped around my dick the other day was like I had died and gone to fucking heaven.” He kissed me, hard, passionate, completely and utterly R rated. As he kissed me, he ground his obvious desire for me into the little slip of lace that separated us. I found myself trying to climb his body in an attempt to get some relief. “I’m not going to fuck you here, Country. I want to, I want you so bad it hurts, but there is no way I’m taking the chance of anyone else seeing what’s mine.” Oh god, his neanderthal-esk declaration had me practically screaming for him to take me now. I could give a rat’s ass who saw us, but as Decker lowered me and straightened my dress, I peered over his shoulder and saw a small audience trying desperately to see what we were up to. Decker took my hand and led me back to the table.
“We’re gonna get going,” he said to Casey.
“While I would ordinarily object to the night ending before someone passes out or at the very least dances on a table, that little performance has me horny as toad on a lily pad. We’re ready to go as well.” Casey took Lionel’s hand and stood. Decker said a few quick goodbyes. He even gifted Leah and Cindy with a chaste kiss to the cheek. I have to admit it bothered me a tiny bit, but the gleam in their eyes as they gave me eager thumbs up made all jealousy disappear. Melody, on the other hand, seemed like she wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Decker, we need to talk about—”
“We have nothing to talk about,” Decker cut her off.
“Actually, we have quite a lot to talk about.” Melody went to argue, glaring daggers at me. ME? I wasn’t the one brushing her off.
“The Bishop—”Melody went to speak again.
“There is no Bishop,” Decker snapped.
“Decker,” the relentless blonde crooned.
“Oh good lord, if she was bacon she wouldn’t even sizzle,” I groaned.
Casey laughed loudly from beside me.
“Excuse me, but who on earth let a child into the club?” Melody said with a sneer.
I snorted because it was probably about the worse come back I’d ever heard.
“She inspired the slogan, the mind is a terrible thing to waste,” sighed Casey. The insult left his lips with a tone that was almost akin to sympathy. If Melody weren’t rocking a hard case of bitch, I would have felt a little sorry for her.
“Do you not have mirrors in your home?” Melody snarled at Casey, looking him up and down with disdain. I just knew Casey had the perfect come back, but Lionel stepped in.
“Baby,” he crooned in Casey’s hear. “There is no point in arguing with stupid, they will drag you down and beat you with experience every time.”
I laughed loudly. “You brought your father out tonight?” Melody exclaimed with faux shock.
“Awwww,” said Casey, digging into his pocket. “Here’s twenty cents, sweetie. You go call your friends and tell them how you got shot down by a gay man. Just be sure to give me the change.”
“I can’t believe you don’t like her,” said Lionel. “I mean, just look at that tan. I thought orange was your favorite color?”
I was laughing, and Decker was trying really hard not to. Melody’s orange tanned face was now red with fury.
“Ninety percent of that beauty I could wipe off with a tissue,” sighed Casey.
Before things could get out of control, Decker dragged us all through the crowds and out the enormous front doors.
“BEST…NIGHT…EVER!” I exclaimed, dancing around the sidewalk, waiting for a cab. Decker threw me over his shoulder.
“Stop moving around, you’re making me dizzy,” he said, slapping my ass.
“Oh, Decker, panty crotch. Cover that up,” demanded Casey, pointing at my exposed ass.
“Put me down or I’ll throw up all over you,” I yelled.
“Don’t you dare,” said Decker, lowering me to the ground.
“What? You wouldn’t even tempt the gag reflex for me? I thought I was special.” I stuck my lip out in what I knew was the worst pout ever. I wasn’t a pouter.
Decker kissed my temple. “You are so damn special I would hold your hair back and retch right alongside you.”
I was glowing. Glowing like a big ol’ lightning bug. My cheeks were sore from smiling, and my head was dizzy from the exhilarated bliss I was consumed with, or maybe it was the alcohol, but whatever. Decker said he’d hold my hair for me if I threw up, that was as good as a declaration of love. I was in love. Big smoochie, smexy, gooey love. I was also as high as a freakin’ kite, but floating in the clouds while in love with an ex-porno star was where I wanted to live, forever!
Chapter 19
Decker
Andi didn’t throw up the next morning. She came dangerously close to it, but half a tub of ice cream later, she was looking a little less green as she diligently poured coffees and took customers on an informative literature journey of her store. I left her to struggle on through her hangover and went to visit Karl. He was recovering well and Mom had him booked into a great rehabilitation facility.
The next night was supposed to be a boy’s night out, but I found myself still a little whipped from Tinsel Town. Instead, the guys came to my place for a game of poker and a few drinks.
“Did you hear that Will accidentally slipped his whistle in Jamie’s backdoor?” asked Robbie, sitting opposite me. I shook my head. No, I hadn’t heard nor could I believe it. Nobody ‘accidentally’ sinks their cock in the wrong hole. “True story. It was a group scene, lots of lube. He was lining up, then whoops, he’s up the stinker instead of the pinker.” Robbie was brutally crude, but we were used to it now.
“Bullshit, he knew what he was doing,” argued Ryder.