Rockstar's Temptation (Decoy #4)

by K. T Fisher

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Maisy

  “Oh my god!” Tanya laughs.

  We’re over at Sophie and Rhys’ for another family dinner. I know that Tanya would have said something completely different if the kids hadn’t been in the same room. At least she’s learning.

  “What’s the matter with you?” Jessica laughs at the shocked look on Tanya’s face.

  Tanya looks up from her iPad. “Maisy, you’re famous.”

  “What?” I ask, suddenly filled with nerves.

  Kendal looks over Tanya’s shoulder to look at what Tanya is looking at. “Oh my god, she’s right!”

  Max gets out his phone and quickly types away. When he looks back at me, he’s smirking.

  “It’s true, babe, you’re famous.”

  “Well,” Sophie adds. “A little more than before.”

  “Yeah, before you were the friend of Decoy and their girlfriends, now you’re a Degirl.” Rhys teases.

  Oh, shit.

  “How did they find out?” I ask.

  Kendal shrugs. “It could be that every time you and Max are out together, you’re licking each other’s faces.”

  “Errrrr!” Finley shouts. “Uncle Max, do you lick Maisy’s face?”

  “No,” I tell him, and lean closer to him. “He kisses me like this.” I rain his face with kisses, making him laugh.

  “Fin, are you stealing my girl?” Max teases him.

  “No!” he shouts, moving away from me. “She kissed me.”

  This makes everyone laugh, and Max comes over, taking Finley’s place beside me. “Seriously, babe, you’re all over the internet. They love our story.”

  “Oh, god,” I groan into my hands.

  “He’s right.” Sophie smiles while having April pull on her hair. “They’ve fallen for your story.”

  “Apparently,” Leo reads from his phone, “you have been fighting your feelings for so long because Max could never commit, until the day he watched you in your accident and nearly lost you. Surfacing his love for you.” Leo bats his eyes at Max. “I think I just fell in love with you, Max.”

  Finley laughs so hard he falls to the floor and we all join in. I love family meals.

  ***

  Later that night, Max and I are back at my place. I get a call from my mother, and I groan out loud, just letting it keep ringing.

  “What’s up?” Max asks as he comes back downstairs.

  He has changed into his baggy black trousers and no shirt. I’ve totally forgotten why I was complaining, until my phone starts to ring again.

  “You going to answer that?” he asks me.

  I click answer and hold it to my ear. “Hey mum.”

  Hearing this, Max raises his eyebrows in shock.

  “Maisy? Where are you?” She asks me.

  “I’m at home, why?”

  “We need to talk.”

  “Mum I’ve been out all day. Can we do this tomorrow?”

  “It’s about your sister.”

  “Isn’t it always?”

  “Maisy Ashford! She is your sister and she needs you!”

  “I’m not talking to Lauren.”

  “Why? What have you done?”

  This is why I hate my mother. “Nothing, it was all on her.”

  “Is this why she hasn’t stopped crying?”

  “No idea,” I reply. “Look, mother, I have to go.”

  I can’t stop staring at Max’s chest. I need to go over to him and straddle him.

  “We’re coming over.”

  This snaps me back to the now. “What? No, you can’t!”

  “See you soon.”

  And she hangs up.

  “Fuck!” I shout.

  “What’s the matter?” Max asks.

  “Go put your shirt on. My mother and Lauren are coming over.”

  Max just stares at me for a couple of seconds and then groans like a child as he goes upstairs to get his shirt.

  It’s not long until there’s a knock at my door, followed by my mother walking right in. I hate it when she does that! I stare at Lauren as she follows my mum inside and awkwardly stands behind her. Her eye-make-up is smudged, and I laugh when I see her.

  “Maisy,” my mother scolds.

  “Why are you here?” I ask them.

  “Your sister needs you.”

  I laugh in my mother’s face. “I’m not helping her after what she’s done to me.”

  “What are you talking about?” she asks, and when I look to Lauren, her face has paled and her eyes are begging me not to say anything.

  For a minute there I wasn’t going to, but then I see her looking at Max, and she really looks at him. Right there I decide I’m going to tell mother dearest just what her little princess is really like.

  “Where do I start? Let’s see, it could be when she slept with my best friend’s boyfriend back in school and then did the same with Ash. Or maybe when she came back here and came between me and Max.”

  “Oh please,” Lauren snickers.

  “Shut it, Lauren!” my mother shouts at her, and I don’t know who looks more shocked, me or Lauren. I decide to carry on.

  “So, you’re saying you didn’t know we had feelings for each other? That you didn’t lie to me, telling me that you slept with Max? When in fact you were lying and then made me believe you were at it again backstage at the Decoy gig, which led me to go running out to my car, which is why I ended up in a car accident?”

  My mother gasps at this and shoots Lauren a shocked glare.

  “You got anything else to add, Lauren?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. I know she’s scared I will add what happened between her and her boyfriend’s friends. Obviously, I do.

  “Have you forgot to tell mother that you and your boyfriend aren’t together anymore?”

  Mum’s eyes bug out. “What?”

  “Oh, it’s true.” I smile. “God, I can’t remember how. Oh, yes I can! She did what she always does: she slept with his friends in some sort of gang bang and got caught!”

  “Lauren Ashford!” my mum screams. “What the fuck have you been doing with your life? Get home now and we will tell your father about this!”

  Lauren starts crying. “Not daddy, please mother!”

  My mum just shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Maisy.” Then, to Lauren, she adds, “Move now!”

  When the door shuts behind, her I just stand, shell-shocked. “I’ve never heard my mum swear like that before.”

  “Yeah, that was bad-ass.” Max answers, sarcasm dripping from him.

  I frown. “No, it wasn’t.”

  Max laughs. “You feel better now that you’re the better sister?”

  “I’m still waiting for the crown.”

  “I don’t think Lauren will be giving that up anytime soon.”

  “Yeah, that’s true.” I laugh.

  “But...” Max swaggers up to me. “I do have a crown you can have.”

  “Oh my god, Max! You did not just call your dick a crown!” I can’t stop laughing.

  “No.” He shakes his head. “Just the tip.”

  I think I’m about to chock on my laughter, until Max swoops me up in his arms and fucks me up against the wall in the living room.

  “God, I love you,” Max growls as we lie on the floor.

  “Love you, too.” I say back and kiss him,

  Chapter Thirty

  Maisy

  A knock on the door wakes me up. I slowly open my eyes and see Max laying on his back, one arm behind his head and the other resting on his chest. Man, he looks good enough to eat. Another knock regains my attention, but Max does not stir at all. Grumbling about his heavy sleeping, I get out of bed and put on my dressing gown. I would rather get dressed before I answer the door, but the way they keep knocking, I don’t have time for it. My legs are still not fully recovered, so I manage to make myself descent as quickly as I can.

  I look through the peephole and see my mother standing there with her blank expression in place.
When I open the door, I see that my dad is here, too. My mother walks right by me, and my dad gives me a soft, caring kiss on the forehead before I shut the door behind them.

  “You shouldn’t answer the door in you dressing gown,” my mother scolds.

  “I was asleep, and you wouldn’t stop knocking.” I snap back.

  “You should already be up and about, already,” she answers back.

  I’m about to answer back with a nasty comment, when my dad steps in. He wraps an arm around me and looks at my mother.

  “Suzette, how about you tell our daughter why we’re here rather than start an argument?”

  My mother turns to face me, and for the first time in a very long while, I see sadness reflected in her eyes. “Lauren has gone. She took a flight back to America.”

  “She has?” I ask, surprised.

  “We drove her to the airport and saw her step on the plane ourselves,” my dad reassures me. I’m glad because if they hadn’t have, I wouldn’t believe that she was actually gone.

  “She needs to sort out her life. Her behavior is unacceptable, and she needs some much-needed space from you.” My mother tells me.

  “Why does she need space from me?” I ask. She makes it sound as if I am the problem here.

  “You obviously bring out the worst in each other.”

  I guess that’s as much as I’m going to get, but I feel she’s not happy with me. Probably blaming me for having her favourite daughter away from her again.

  Honestly, I’m just relieved that Lauren isn’t here anymore. I can’t help but feel a little guilty that because of my outburst to our mother, she’s now been shipped back to America.

  Without warning, my mother pulls me out of my dad’s arms and holds me tight against her. She starts to cry, and I feel so awkward, I don’t know what the hell to do.

  “I’m so sorry, Maisy,” she cries. “I’m sorry that I didn’t see it sooner. I should have seen how she was affecting you.”

  “It’s fine, mother.” I try to soothe her.

  “No, it’s not. I should have come to visit you in the hospital. I was so glad your friend Max helped and paid for the best. I dread to think what would have happened if he didn’t.”

  “He’s not my friend. Max is my boyfriend.” It feels so weird to call him my boyfriend, because Max is anything but a boy.

  “I was so scared to come and see you like that. I don’t think my heart could have handled it,” my mother continues, totally ignoring what I just said.

  I actually wasn’t too bothered she didn’t see me. I was already in a foul mood and upset most of the time, I didn’t need my mother adding to it. Of course, it did hurt a little, but my dad did visit me and I loved every time he stepped through the door. Which was nearly every day.

  After my mother calms down her sobbing, my father says their good-byes and leads her out the door. But he doesn’t leave without giving me another kiss and letting me know he will come by sometime during the weekend.

  ***

  “Fuck me, Maisy.” I hear Max say from behind me.

  I turn and see him standing in the doorway to my bedroom, staring at me.

  “Wow, you look handsome.” I say, and he really does.

  He’s wearing black jeans with his black Converse and a white dress shirt. Over his shirt, he has a black blazer that hugs his large arms so well.

  “You look fucking sexy.” He steps closer to look at me better. I’m wearing a black dress that hugs my small curves well and ends below my knees.

  Tonight, Max and I are going on our first date as a couple, and I’m actually nervous!

  Max pulls me close. “I’m a lucky man.”

  He makes me blush like a teenage girl. He’s saying just the words I need to hear, because I’m still feeling insecure about my legs. Some of my scars have faded, though. The only ones that still bother me are the ones on the tops of my thighs. They’re the biggest, but, thankfully, this dress covers those. With some fake tan, the smaller ones that are on show on the bottom of my legs are hidden.

  “No, I’m the lucky one,” I whisper into his ear, trailing my hands up his large arms.

  Max groans. “You need to stop that.”

  “Why?” I ask, as I kiss his neck.

  “Because I want to fuck you right now, but I don’t wanna be late and mess up your hair.”

  I let him go and smile “Then let’s go. The sooner we go, the sooner you get to fuck me.”

  Max groans and looks up to the ceiling. “Damn, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

  ***

  “I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t know that the paparazzi would be here,” Max apologizes for the tenth time. When we walked out of my house earlier tonight, there were some cars parked opposite my house. A few flashes went off, confirming that they were the tabloids, and then they followed us to the restaurant.

  “It’s fine,” I reassure him, also for the tenth time.

  “You sure you didn’t tip them off?” he teases me, which quickly earns him a kick under the table.

  This place is amazing. I’ve never been here before, but Kendal told me that Jax took her here when they first reunited. The main course is delicious, and as I think about what I want for dessert, I start to become sad.

  “Cheer up, Mase.” Max holds my hand over the table.

  “I’m just going to miss you,” I sulk.

  Max smiles and kisses my hand. “I’ll only be gone for four nights. It will go by quickly. I promise.”

  I smile back, but a lone tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. Whenever Max has gone away before, I never felt it like this. Sure, I missed him, but nothing like this! I feel like a part of me is going to be leaving me. I won’t be alone, though, because Kendal, Tanya and Sophie will also be feeling the same. That’s why, when the band leaves for America tomorrow, I’m going to be staying with Tanya.

  ***

  The flashing of the paparazzi cameras nearly blind me as we walk back to Max’s car. They continue to shout our names, but I hold onto Max’s hand and let him guide me. It’s not as fast as I would like, because I’m still not great at walking, but we eventually get inside the comfort of the car.

  Max has his hand on my leg the whole drive back, and my body starts to heat and come alive. His hand starts to move, caressing my thigh, and then squeezing slightly. My legs slightly come apart, eager for his touch. Max parks the car outside my house, and we quickly get inside. I think Max is just as eager as I am, because I’ve been waiting to get my hands on him throughout the whole dinner. I’m going to miss him like crazy, and I need him to fuck me so hard I’ll be blissfully sore the whole time he’s gone.

  I lock the door behind us, and when I turn around, Max is already on me. Kissing me so deeply, I don’t want him to stop. His hands wander into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck, and he takes full advantage. He is licking and kissing along my sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to appear all over my body. I feel Max’s hands as they reach behind me and, ever so slowly, he unzips my dress and stands back as it falls to the floor. Standing in just my black underwear and black heels, Max growls and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, my heels making him moan as they dig into his back. He carries me up the stairs, never taking his eyes from mine. My breath catches in my throat, because I know that what we’re about to do isn’t fucking. We’re about to make good, hard love and I can’t fucking wait!

  When Max lays me down on the bed, I start to take my shoes off.

  “No,” Max barks, making me jump. “Leave them on.”

  Letting him have his way, I lean back on the bed, letting Max get a full view of me. He takes a step forward, but I shake my head.

  “Strip.”

  Max freezes on the spot. “What?”

  “Strip for me,” I demand.

  I feel like jumping up and down to celebrate when Max takes off his blazer jacket and then slowly unbuttons his shirt. I’m panting rather hard by the time his shirt floats to the floor, and he rea
ches for his belt. I’ve just had an amazing three-course dinner, and I’m full, but I’m hungry again. It’s safe to say I’m not hungry for food.

  Before he can undo his jeans button, I fall down to my knees and crawl over to him. Max knows what I want to do and pauses his hands. When I reach his feet, I lean up and move his hands out of the way and take over. I don’t break eye contact as I undo his jeans and slide them down. When they slip below his plump ass, I get a great surprise. Max has decided to go commando tonight, and I’m left with a large cock bouncing in my face. His swollen head is pointing right at my mouth. I slowly move his jeans down his thick and muscular thighs, scraping my nails as I go down and help him keep his balance as he steps out of them. It’s a little funny, but as soon as I look back up and see his cock hard and ready, I lick my lips in anticipation, and Max reaches down to hold onto my hair. At first, I just tease him with a lick on his tip, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. Then I lick around the top and watch him as he watches me. With no warning at all, I wrap my mouth around him and take him as deep as I can. When my gag reflex kicks in, I scrape my teeth softly as I work my way back up his shaft. I wrap my hand around his cock and pump as my mouth works his tip, licking to make it as wet as I can. Max’s hands tighten in my hair and his head falls back, groaning loudly as I work him. I actually love giving blowjobs. Some women don’t, and it doesn’t make sense to me. Without placing my hand down below, I know I’m wet, because I get my enjoyment from watching Max lose control. He’s hissing and groaning, whispering encouragement to me that he thinks I can’t hear. He probably doesn’t even know he’s saying them himself. Using my other hand, I cup his balls and gently squeeze. This is what I love, being in control and bringing this man to his knees.

  I feel Max’s cock swell, and I know he’s on the edge. He’s going to come. All of a sudden, he pulls me from his cock and looks down at me.

  “As much as I love my cock in your mouth, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

  Max lifts me up and walks me backwards towards the bed. “Why not?”