Chapter 26 - Porter
“Y ou okay?” I say, walking over to Charlie who is standing in the middle of the hall, trying to get her breathing under control.
“Yeah, I don't think I realised how much I've been on edge these past weeks. I thought I was coping with it but seeing Dante all angry then just really pissed me off. I get he's on the outside of her pregnancy but who does he think he is walking in here like that? Especially after everything she’s been through.”
Her voice is snapping each word out, the tension in her shoulders noticeable and I'm completely out of my element. A crying woman I can handle but this sort of fierce protectiveness Charlie is showing is all new to me. I knew she could handle herself, but I've never been more impressed and turned on when she was poking her finger into the chest of the largest man I have ever seen, telling him exactly what was going to happen. Dante could have physically moved her out of the way, he would have gotten my knife in his back but he still could have. He stood, listened and took everything she was saying on board, and then calmly went into his wife's room. I have never seen someone have that sort of power. To control the environment like that. She would have made a perfect queen if there was still a throne for me to sit on.
“In his defence, he's probably been worried sick, you know how protective he is of her.” Hoping she sees where he could be coming from.
“I know,” she says, rolling her eyes at me and smiling, “Can you stop being all rational when I'm worked up? Anyways, what the heck was with you and Dante? Fall on my knife , Porter, you're so dramatic.”
She laughs, leaning into my side and wrapping her arms around me. Secure against me where no one can hurt her.
But that's not what Dante meant. Even he knew I couldn't keep my Lila safe so who was I to stand in his way when he wanted to be with his wife. He knew right where to hurt me, and it did. I faltered in that moment and although Charlie pushed me away I gladly went like a coward licking my wounds.
I didn't keep Lila safe and I feel like I’m barely keeping Charlie safe. How could she want anything more with me when I can’t get through each day thinking about how much I failed in my past? How do I love Charlie and move on from Lila and the scars she left?
“What if we figure out what Dante and Mila need and then I take you home so we can both have a bit of a break? You need some rest after this past week and I need to sink my cock deep inside your pussy.” I whisper into her ear as a nurse walks by. “It's been agony sleeping next to you each night knowing I can't take you the way I want to. Have you scream my name and watch you crumble all over me.”
I can see her eyes glaze over as she thinks about what I've been wanting, subconsciously biting her bottom lip and I can't help but push the idea a little more.
“Baby, the way your pussy drips for me, the way we taste together. I’m rock hard just thinking about how much I want you bouncing on my cock.”
She pushes her body against me, the pressure of her against my throbbing length does nothing to ease the tension I feel.
“We’ll head home soon. Mila most likely won’t need us now that Dante is back,” she says, her body moulding against mine like there’s no other place in the world it could possibly be. That ache in my chest more noticeable today than it was yesterday.