Chapter 33
CHAPTER 33
The main course exceeded my wildest fantasies. Porter woke me up by flipping me over onto my stomach, dragging me back, so I was on my knees, my face against the bed.
While he held my hands behind my back, he knelt between my spread legs. His fingers pushed deep inside of me, grazing my g-spot. His body was sheer perfection, and his cock was a nymphomaniac’s dream, but it was his dirty words that fueled the raging fire inside of me.
“You like that? When my fingers are deep inside of you, touching you?”
“Yes!”
“How about my cock? You want to suck on it? You want me to shove my hot cock down your throat?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“You’re such a good dirty girl, aren’t you? You like it when I sink my cock deep into your sweet, hot pussy?”
“Yes, so much.”
“Beg for me.”
“Please. Please, fuck me. ”
He pushed his huge length deep inside of me, and my entire body clamped around him. “Like that?”
I squirmed. “Yes, just like that.”
“You’re so tight. You sure you can handle this? Being fucked without mercy?”
“Yes, please, yes.”
He was bossy as fuck in bed. He pushed my body to come again and again until I was a trembling, shaking, quivering mess, sated and drunk on desire. He would bring me to the brink of orgasm but not quite, instead pushing my head down, making me suck on him, reaching around behind me, and fingering me until I screamed around his cock.
He flipped me around the bed. Rode me hard. Made me ride him. He loved to pin my arms, making me take his pleasure until I thought I’d lose my mind. He fucked me with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. Without mercy, he brought me to orgasm so many times, my voice became hoarse, and my limbs ceased to work.
Only then did he relent, allowing me to curl my back up against him while he wrapped his big arm around my waist. Big spoon and thoroughly fucked little spoon.
“Ready for dessert?” He nibbled on my neck.
I whimpered. He laughed.
“Are you always like this?” I managed to ask, my eyes glued shut, my body was one big, happy, throbbing sensation.
“I told you how I liked to fuck. With complete control and a lot of dirty talk.”
“You should come with a warning label.” I tried but failed to open my eyes.
“Too much?”
“No. I hate to inflate your ego, but that was the best sex of my life.”
I felt his smile against my neck. “Go to sleep.”
I woke up alone with a note on my pillow, telling me Porter had gone for a run. I rolled over and shut my eyes in ecstasy as I caught his scent on my pillow. How was it possible for another human being to smell that good?
I stretched my stiff limbs. Last night might have been the best night of my life, but now I was back to reality, and I needed to deal with Mom and try and explain last night. I wasn’t looking forward to the task.
Once dressed, I dared glance at my phone. Only seven phone calls from her. Better than I expected. Before I could dial, my phone rang.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, darling, how are you this morning?”
What? “I’m fine.”
“I’m so sorry your party was ruined by that dreadful woman, but don’t worry. Roo and I handled the press.”
“You did?”
“They all signed non-disclosure forms before the event, so their film was actually the property of Bayswater. And they all agreed to keep the cake incident out of the press.”
“They did?”
“Yes. They weren’t exactly happy about it, but they know the rules, and if they want an exclusive invite to your big day, they’ll keep their mouths shut.”
“What about the guests?”
“Oh, they loved the scandal. If anything, it made getting an invite to your wedding an even more sought-after commodity this summer. You know how they are.”
I did know, which is why Mom’s blasé response baffled me. “Uh-huh.”
“Tonight, your father is throwing the first pitch from home plate at Citi Field. It’s a charity fundraiser, and we need your and Porter’s attendance.” Was it weird that she wasn’t asking me about how Porter and I were doing after last night ?
“Okay.”
“Great. I think your Tory Burch cropped white pants along with a loose blouse, preferably in the colors of your father’s campaign, will do nicely.”
Knowing I was getting off easy, I wasn’t going to argue. “Okay.”
“See you tonight. Roo will text you the details. Don’t be late, okay?”
“Okay.”
I set my phone down, baffled by Mom’s reaction. I got scolded if I wore shoes from last year’s collection, so this response was completely out of character. Maybe Roo was rubbing off on her.
I stood in the kitchen, thinking. Yates had insinuated that he knew who had attacked me. I hadn’t had the chance to ask him about his ominous warning, but I planned on rectifying that today.
“Do you think he’s home?” Porter pulled his truck in front of Yates’ building.
After explaining what Yates had said to me last night, Porter had agreed that we needed more information. Without talking about the night before, he had merely showered and gotten ready to drive me here.
“He’ll be home. Yates likes to sleep in.”
“I’m coming in there with you.” Porter turned off his truck.
Flashes of last night flooded my memory. The way Porter touched me. The way his big, hard body had thrust so deliciously into me. The feeling of that mouth, bringing me to a spine-cracking orgasm. The dirty words that had rolled off his tongue when his fingers had been deep inside of me.
“Are you okay?” he interrupted my thoughts.
I blinked, bringing myself back to the conversation. “Yates won’t talk if you’re there. ”
“I’ll wait outside his door, but if you think you’re going into that building alone, think again.”
I knew this side of Porter. It was his non-flirty, non-negotiating, protective side. “That’s fine.”
The code to Yates’ apartment building was the same. I hadn’t called ahead of time. I figured the element of surprise would work best to my advantage. I knocked, and Yates took his time answering.
When he finally swung the door open, he wore only a pair of jeans and no shirt. His body looked thin and weak compared to my memory of Porter’s body. “Beth, what are you doing here?”
Not waiting for an invite, I stepped into the apartment, leaving Porter in the hallway. I got straight to the point, “What do you know about the person that attacked me?”
Yates turned away from me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You knew someone had attacked me, and you knew they were warning me off. You also told me that you knew way more than I thought.”
“Beth, I was drunk last night.”
“You told me to watch my back. What do you know?” I crossed my arms.
“Nothing.”
“Yates, the police are involved. You need to tell me what you know.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“Your comments last night say otherwise.”
He ran his hand over his mouth. “I heard some rumors. That’s all.”
“What kind of rumors?”
“That Renner plays dirty.”
“The mayor? You think he’s involved?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Well, what do you know? ”
“Someone approached me the other day and asked me if I had any incriminating photos of you.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know, like nudie shots or something like that.”
“Yates!”
“I didn’t give them anything. I don’t even have any photos of you like that, and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t sell them.”
“Who was it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was it the media?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You think it was someone connected to Michael Renner?”
“Look, Beth, there are rumors that Renner is knee-deep in corruption and the mafia. He needs to win the next election. The mafia needs him to win the next election. What none of them needs is someone like your dad to come in and clean the place up.”
“You’re his campaign manager.”
“I’m not saying that I’m not on your dad’s side, but I do know that his opposition is seriously threatened by how well your dad is doing in this race.”
“And that is why they’re coming after me.”
“Yes.”
“They think that if they come after me and threaten me, it might persuade my father to drop out.”
“I think that’s their goal, yes.”
Son of a bitch.
“Well, the Stirling’s aren’t intimidated by a few threats.”
Yates’ concern was genuine. “That’s where you’re wrong. These guys play dirty, Beth. You need to watch your back.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“Hey, you want to get a drink tonight?” he asked with way too much hope in his voice.
I flashed my ring. “Only if my fiancé’s invited.”
“Maybe another time.”