Dirty Boy (14 page)

She gasped in surprise, then melted against him. Standing on tiptoe, she opened to him, tangling her tongue with his.

Keeping what he needed in one hand, he settled his other hand on her hip and backed her toward the bathroom door. He almost forgot his goal and lost himself in the sweetness of her mouth.

Moving away from her, he reached around and opened the door.

“Let’s do this,” he coaxed.

Licking her lips, Story stepped back and heaved in a breath. “I’m capitulating because you won’t give up, not because you kissed me senseless.”

He grinned at her lie. “Fair enough.”

She walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Combing her fingers through her hair, she arranged it over her shoulder then looked around.

Max remained silent, opening the plastic and replacing the cap with the nozzle before shaking the solution. He pretended he wasn’t paying attention to her turning on the shower and adjusting the faucet for the right temperature.

She got a towel from the cabinet and hung it on the hook, then glanced around, intense concentration on her face. Max sat the bottle on the edge of the sink, then stepped out of his loafers. He removed his shirt and dropped his trousers, kicking them away.

His movements transfixed her. Desire darkened her eyes and his satisfaction ran deep. Without speaking, he walked to her and began taking off her clothes. Hoping to relax her, he slid his finger along the curve of her jaw, gliding them down to the sleekness of her neck, trailing his way to the hem of her T-shirt. He raised it over her head, revealing a white cotton bra and the pale skin he wanted to taste. Using the opportunity to kiss her again, he settled his hands at her waist. Their mouths fused together, Max unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

Clinging to him, she wrapped one hand around his hard cock and tugged, passing her thumb over the head.

Max pumped into her thrusts and unhooked her bra. Story stepped back and let the garment fall from her body, before dropping her panties.

He grinned at her, and she returned his smile.

“Get in the shower.”

Silent, she did as he ordered. It surprised Max how much he wanted to know what ran through her mind. He wouldn’t ask, though. Getting into her head would be too personal, and he’d already crossed a line this morning after his nightmare.

She opened the shower door and stepped in. Max grabbed what he needed from the counter, then followed her into the stall. The warm water drenched her hair and pinkened her skin. Max pretended to be unaffected and ignored the little ache that hit his cock at the sight of her.

Setting the solution inside the portable shampoo holder, he reclaimed Story’s lips, brought his hand to her pussy, and cupped it. He teased her slit with his finger before inserting it inside of her. As he started an in-out motion, he thumbed her clit.

“Widen your legs,” he instructed against her lips.

She complied, flattening her palms against his chest and bracing herself. Reaching over her head, he grabbed the bottle and brought the nozzle to her entrance, pushing it into her slowly.

She tensed.

“It’s okay,” he swore. She was probably sore, but she needed to be trained on the proper hygiene protocol. “It’s in. I’m going to squeeze the bottle,” he explained, doing just that. “You’ll feel liquid. It’ll slide out of you.” He squeezed again, then pulled the nozzle out of her. “It’s done.”

He sat it back in the holder and grabbed the body wash that doubled as shampoo to save money. Pouring some onto her hair and more into his hands, he lathered her from head-to-toe.

“Rinse off,” he said, forcing distance into his voice. This had gone beyond work and he resented that.

Opening the shower door, he stepped out, his cock bobbing.

“Where are you going?” she called, peeping out.

“I have a meeting with Eric and Ryker.” He’d given her enough time. If he spent himself inside of her because of the intimacy they felt, she might get the wrong idea. “We’ll knock on your door when we’re ready for you.”

Characters

Shelby, best friend’s
wife
daughter

Frowning, Story read over the handwritten word. She wondered why her character changed from the wife to the daughter. Not that it mattered since it all resulted in Max’s character fucking Shelby’s brains out.

Will, wealthy playboy

What else would Max be, in or out of character?

Jane, Will’s neighbor

AJ, defense attorney

Rick, friend

Hit Man

Arresting policewoman

Sadie, Rick’s wife

Another addition added in Max’s handwriting.

The scene: Minimalist living area. Homeowner lounges on sofa reading book as guests arrive.

Will: Who’s this?

Rick: My daughter, Shelby. Sadie and I thought it would be good to bring the kid with us. Last family vacation before she heads off to college.  I hope you don’t mind.

Will (glancing in Shelby’s direction): What kind of a host would I be if I denied entrance to someone so lovely.

[Shelby is wearing a black and white mini dress with hot pink stilettos.]

Shelby giggles.

Rick: Ignore him, honey. Don’t hit on my daughter, jerkwad. You touch her and I’ll kill you.

Shelby: Daddy!

Will: Don’t be alarmed, babe. Me and your old man go way back.

Shelby: Yes, sir. If you say so.

Will (wincing): You’re unnecessarily cruel making an old man feel older.

Shelby giggles.

Rick: I’m going check to see what’s taking so long with your mother. We have that dinner to attend so she needs to get a move on.

Shelby: Okay.

Cut to: Bedroom where Shelby is laying on the bed. She’s on her stomach, flipping through a magazine. There’s a knock on her door.

Shelby: Come in.

Will walks in wearing only shorts and Shelby sits up.

Will: I wanted to make sure you were settling in.

Shelby: Yes, sir. I’m fine. Thank you for coming in to check on me.

Will: Call me Will, babe. I’m not
that
old.

Shelby giggles.

Story gritted her teeth. If her character giggled one more time, she’d scream. What was with that anyway? Max had written the girl to be little more than an airhead. Instead of continuing with the handwritten material, she skipped to where the original script continued.

[Will and Shelby have wild sex.]

Throwing the pages aside, Story stared at herself in the huge mirror as she sat in the dressing room Max had shown her to. Fifteen minutes after he’d left, he’d returned to switch out the scripts, taking the clean copy he’d given to her earlier and leaving this one with all the handwritten changes. It was as if none of the past few hours had happened.

Glancing at the thirty-page script, Story saw the gist of the plot was Will fucking every female character listed, including the police officer who arrested him for the murder of his friend. In the end, the attorney he hired won an acquittal for him and they all lived fuckily ever after, because to celebrate, Will has an orgy with Shelby, Jane, Sadie, and the police woman. Fade to black.

Story rubbed her eyes. Her character had sex scenes mainly with Max’s character, but she also had to film with another woman—girl-on-girl and a threesome with Will—and a threesome with Will and the hitman, since it was
Shelby
who put the hit out on her father, Rick, because of his reaction to her affair with Will. As far as she saw, every scene ended in sex. Of her six scenes, three were with Max alone. However, there were ten scenes and Max’s character featured in every one of them.

It figured. He’d written the script, after all.

Attempting to keep her spirits up, she looked around the room. Nothing but an empty makeup table, mirror, small refrigerator, sofa, and empty clothes racks, stood in the room. 

An hour had passed since Max brought the revised script and Story still wondered if she’d made the right decision. For so many different reasons. Max was troubled, to say the least. The awful events of his past had changed him. His name had become synonymous with abuse and murder, and almost everyone, had turned their backs on him. Somehow, he’d stood firm and started this company. Story knew having money helped him to rebuild his life. But money wasn’t important without the loss of everything dear.

When she’d met him, she hadn’t known he was married. But he’d been happy and carefree, a trust fund baby in the porn industry. He’d had blinders on to certain realties. Even then, as young as she was, she’d recognized Max’s own-the-world arrogance had been rooted in a certain naiveté that money fixed everything and bought anything.

Her heart went out to him and she wanted to help him. If she’d had her laptop, she’d Google him and read every article she could find. She knew about his fall but wanted to discover what he’d gone through to get back to where he was.

Her backpack contained a couple days’ change of clothes, her small sewing kit, and some toiletries.

The day she’d completed her last final, she’d hopped on the plane for Los Angeles, not considering anything else. With Ryker’s lie about getting her back home if things didn’t work out, she’d gotten a one-way ticket to hell and ended up in the presence of Satan.

Scrubbing a hand over her face, she grimaced. Max wasn’t the devil. He was
him,
and
him
had turned into an asshole. Smug. Sexy. Superior. Still, the
him
she remembered had never been as spiteful or bitter.

She wasn’t naïve enough to believe he’d ever change because she’d shown him a modicum of kindness. And she’d have her tuition paid but her future in her chosen profession ruined. She was leaving a lifelong cyber print, where her body and some very intimate moments would be forever available to the world.

A short knock sounded on the partially ajarred door.

“Are you ready?” Eric pushed into the room without giving her a chance to respond.

She threw him a sour look. Scratching his goatee, he smirked at her, his blue eyes holding no warmth. All of Winston’s children had varying shades of blue eyes, but, to her, Eric’s had always been the coldest.

Their gazes collided in the mirror and he lifted a brow. “Well?”

Popping to her feet, Story clasped her hands together, not wanting him to see their sudden trembling. She raised her chin and met him glare for glare. “Lead the way.”

He folded his arms and threw back over his shoulder, “You were supposed to make up your face,” before stomping ahead.

In silence, they walked to the area where she’d lost her virginity yesterday. Ryker pointed to the set lights, in discussion with a member of the crew. No one noticed her arrival as she waited to take her place.

“…Fluffer is offering Max…”

She didn’t catch the beginning or end of the statement from another guy who was messing with the buttons on a camera. Fluffer was that girl from yesterday. She knew that much, but her nervousness prevented the conversation from interesting her too much.

The bedroom set wasn’t very big, but it was very active. Uneasy and uncertain, she searched for Max. Back to her, he stood near the bed talking to the girl Story had overheard being called Fluffer, who giggled at whatever he whispered to her.

Ryker bit into a candy bar as he caught sight of Story. Smiling, he turned away from his conversation to walk to her. “There she is. The next star of Dirty Boys,” he announced around a mouth full of chocolate and nuts. He had the build of an MMA fighter, with muscles everywhere and hair lighter than Max’s but darker than Eric’s. “No make-up?”

“I don’t have any.” She rarely wore it so she didn’t bother with the expense.

Frown deepening, he stepped back. “What do you want to do, Max?”

“What’s the problem?” Story asked as Max forgot about Fluffer to make his way over to her.

“Your age,” another male voice called, one she didn’t recognize.

“I’m twenty. Legal,” she added.

“You don’t look twenty,” Eric responded with distaste, as if he’d found another reason to dislike her a little more.

“Let’s shoot the close-up angle,” Max suggested. “Fuck makeup for now. I’m ready to wet my dick in her.”

“Wait.” Ryker stepped between his two assholey brothers. “Are you sore today?”

Story glimpsed a flash of regret in Max’s eyes before he masked it. “She’s here, so she knows what she’s in for.” He nodded to her clothes. “Why didn’t you undress and come out in a robe?”

“There was no robe.”

“Greta has struck again,” Eric guessed. “Take your clothes off and get in bed, Story.”

“Fuck off,” Max growled to Eric before he focused on her. “You’re welcome to return to the dressing room to undress. It might be less awkward.”

“That didn’t happen yesterday.”

Eric was right. Also, if she returned to the dressing room, she might not come out again.

“I’ll do it here.”

Without waiting for more discussion, Story removed her clothes. Once she was naked, she wrapped her arms around her waist. “It’s cold,” she murmured, nodding toward the a/c vent where air blasted through. “Aren’t I supposed to be dressed when I recite my lines?”

“We have to film the fuck scenes, until your wardrobe is seen to,” Ryker explained.

Eric held up the script. “You have twenty minutes to do the scene. I’d appreciate it if we could capture it quicker. We might be able to shoot three scenes today. Then we can do publicity shots tomorrow.” He paused and pointed to Max’s flaccid cock. “Got a bit of deadwood there, huh?”

Max removed his shorts and T-shirt. “I’ll get Vista to suck me until I’m hard.”

“Who is Vista?” Story tried and failed not to look at Max’s body, reminding herself how misplaced her jealousy was.

Max flicked a thumb toward Fluffer. “Her.”

“I thought her name was Fluffer.”

Max’s eyes widened before he broke out into loud laughter. “No. Fluffer is her position. She’s here to keep my cock hard or to suck me off between scenes if I don’t come during filming.”

Right. She squinted. “Aren’t I supposed to get your cock up?”

“If I wanted you to do it,” he replied. “I don’t. Today, I want you to fuck my already hard cock.”

He swept her nude body with an impassive gaze. His nostrils flared and his cock began to stiffen. Seeing his growing erection and the sudden desire in his eyes made Story feel powerful and sexy. Despite what he said, he felt an attraction to her.

Instead of reaching for her, as Story expected, he turned to Fluff…Vista and smiled. Smoothing some of her hair back, he whispered to her again. The pretty blonde girl dropped to her knees. He caught Story’s gaze and smirked, before throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

Swallowing down her…
emotions
, Story turned away.

“To keep this going smoothly, does your pussy need priming?” Ryker glanced at a clipboard as the sounds of Vista and Max hit Story. The slurping sounds of her mouth on him. Max’s sighs and grunts. “If you aren’t wet, the scene will be fucked. Do you need any lube?”