Chapter 39
CHAPTER 39
“Oh, fuck, Beth,” Porter's voice was harsh in my ear.
My skirt was lifted up around my waist, and I sat on the edge of the kitchen counter with my legs wrapped around Porter’s waist, his huge cock driving into me with intensity.
“I’m so close,” I begged. “Please, don’t stop.”
His hand was fisted in my hair, pulling my head back while his other arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him for better leverage. “Come on, gorgeous. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
My orgasm exploded, making me constrict tight around his hard dick. My entire body shuddered as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure rolled through me.
“My turn,” he said through clenched teeth, and then he was pounding into me with ferocity. His forehead pressed hard against my neck, and he harshly swore as his body stiffened and he released himself into me.
We both breathed like warriors.
He eventually lifted his head, and his grey eyes stared into mine. “Was I too rough? ”
“You know I love your savage mode.”
“Savage mode?” Amusement colored his face.
“I’m going to miss this,” I said truthfully, thinking about my conversation with Emily.
He lifted me down off the counter. “Oh, yeah?”
I pushed my skirt back over my legs and peered up at him, taking in his relaxed, post-sex face. “Not just the sex, though this is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, but I’m going to miss you.”
Grey eyes glanced at me. “We get along.”
I swallowed, feeling more naked than I ever had in my life. “I just wish all of this had happened differently.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just…this whole fake situation put a shelf life on this….on us. And I regret that.”
He crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. “You think this could have been different?”
Now that was a loaded question. A truthful answer would all but strip me down to my soul.
“I don’t know. I just know that when this is all over, and you leave, I’m going to miss you. All of you.”
He didn’t speak. He just studied me.
Damn you, Emily, for making me believe in all your stupid romantic fantasies.
“We haven’t plotted our big breakup either.” I turned away in an attempt to hide how much his lack of response hurt.
“We’ll sort something out.”
“Okay.” My emotions crushed me. “I should go change.”
He moved with such stealth, I didn’t hear him, but suddenly his arms were wrapped around me from behind. “You think I’m done with you?”
“What do you mean?” My voice shook.
“I can’t get through my day unless you come on my tongue at least twice. ”
I can’t get through my day…what did that mean?
I opened my mouth to ask, but his phone rang, ruining the moment.
“It’s Jackson.”
I dropped a kiss on his stubbled cheek and retreated to my room, but the question continued to occupy my thoughts.
What had he meant by that?
Three days later, after two mind-altering orgasms, Porter playfully slapped my ass and got out of bed. “I’m going to shower.” He tossed me his phone. “If the pizza guy calls and says he’s arrived, don’t go down to the lobby by yourself. Come and get me.”
I rolled onto my stomach. “You’re not worried I’m going to snoop?”
He glanced back at me, a grin on his face. “You’re curious about me?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Snoop all you want. Just don’t go downstairs by yourself.” He walked into the bathroom.
“Don’t you think the danger has passed?” I called after him.
He returned to the doorway. “Are you going to come and get me if the pizza arrives?” He had that don’t-fuck-around look to him.
“I promise.”
He stood there, studying me for a moment. “I mean it, Beth.”
“Porter! I won’t. I promise.”
He disappeared back into the washroom. I heard the shower start, and I wasted no time opening his phone. I started with his photos. He didn’t have too many. There were a surprising amount of pictures of Theo on his phone.
But the further back I went, the more pictures I found of Felicia. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She had that ethereal beauty that just defied logic. The more I studied her face, the more perfect looking she became.
There was a photo of her lying on a beach in a bikini. Another one of her cooking and laughing. One where she was lying on the couch, reading. But the one photo that ultimately hurt my stomach was a selfie of her and Porter.
They were on a beach. She had her arms wrapped around his big neck, and her head was on his shoulder, and she had the most content smile on her face. He was laughing up at the camera. He seemed so damn happy it hurt. And if you tried, you couldn’t find a more beautiful couple.
What had their relationship been like? How could two people look so happy and end so tragically? Did he want her back? When this was all over, would he return to her?
I moved to skim his text messages, caring only about the ones between him and Felicia. I scrolled past dozens of messages from her, begging him to call her, and then there were three texts from him.
Porter: Felicia, where are you?
Porter: Felicia, I need to know that you’re okay.
Porter: Felicia, just pick up your phone.
I could feel my heart pounding in my stomach. I checked the dates. These texts were just before the weekend of Theo’s christening. Which meant he had come home, found her missing and sent those out.
The man did not resort to begging. He texted her three times and then nothing. He never reached out again. That didn’t mean he hadn’t tried to find her, but he hadn’t bombed her phone with messages either.
I scrolled further back in time. Some messages showed me just how regular of a couple they were before she had left.
Felicia: At the grocery store, do we still have potatoes?
Porter: Yes. Can you pick up some more toothpaste ?
Felicia: Got it already. Anything else?
Porter: I think we need pancake syrup.
Felicia: Okay. Home soon.
I kept scrolling. A few more texts that showed they were a typical couple that didn’t always get along perfectly.
Porter: Some friends are going out tonight. Want to come?
Felicia: Again?
Porter: Come on, it’ll be fun. The wives are coming, too
Felicia: I’m doing my nails tonight
Porter: Do them tomorrow
Felicia: No, thanks
Porter: I won’t be late. Wait up for me
Felicia: Don’t wake me when you get home
Wow. Her snarky tone shocked me. If Porter texted me to wait up for him, I’d be lying on the bed in something sexy, counting the hours until he got home.
I scrolled down some more and covered my mouth as I read what appeared to be a fight. About sex.
Porter: I’m sorry, okay?
Felicia: You know I HATE THAT
Porter: I didn’t mean to take it that far
Felicia: You pulled out some of my hair extensions, do you know how expensive they are?
Porter: I did not know you had fake hair attached to your head
Felicia: My extensions are not fake!!! Okay?!? That is hair from a real person and pulling my FUCKING hair is not acceptable
Porter: I barely touched your hair. I was gentle
Felicia: You were not gentle. You were rough. New rule. Don’t pull my hair, don’t touch my hair, don’t even look at my hair when we make love!!!
Porter: Don’t be mad
Felicia: I’m mad!
Porter: Don’t wait up
That exchange shocked me. Exactly how incompatible had they been in bed? Porter never was overly rough when we were in bed, but damn, I loved it when he pulled my hair and showed me who was in charge.
I couldn’t imagine ever complaining about anything he did in bed. The guy defied my wildest dreams in the bedroom. Honestly, I’d take anything he’d give in bed.
I heard the shower water turn off. I hurriedly scrolled through his phone calls. There were multiple phone calls from Felicia, and all of them were unanswered except the last one.
My throat tightened.
Two days ago, Porter had picked up one of her calls, and they had talked for over ten minutes. My heart buzzed in my throat.
“Did the pizza guy phone?” Porter called from the bathroom.
“Not yet.” I quickly locked his phone screen and tossed it aside.
Worry washed over me. Three days ago, I had confessed to Porter that I was going to miss him when this was all over. I had told him that I wished this situation was different.
His indifferent response had cut me deep. Now, to find out that the very next day he took a call from Felicia and talked to her for ten minutes? That sent chills down my spine.
I watched through half-shut eyes as Porter walked into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, showcasing his perfect body off. Usually, I would be plotting how to get that towel on the floor, but instead, I rolled off the bed and began to pull some comfy clothes on.
“Feel free to stay naked.” He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “You know I’m going to get you naked as soon as I have some sustenance. ”
“I’m a bit cold,” I wasn’t lying. My entire body felt cold, but not because of the temperature of the room.
“I can warm you up.”
I turned and flashed him a sassy smile, even though my heart felt limp. “After pizza, you can do your best.”