27. Porter
27
porter
Stay…
That one word releases the floodgates I’ve been holding onto for eight years.
Quinn Banks is staying.
And whether she realizes it yet or not, she’s mine.
I crash my lips to hers, falling down to the bed as our mouths meet. The second I feel the heat from her body, I’m a goner. I have no thoughts except that this woman isn’t getting on a plane again. When this is done, she isn’t going to run out of here and say this was the last time.
She’s staying.
In my bed.
With me.
Forever.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she deepens the kiss, her nails slightly digging into me as if she’s scared I’m going to go somewhere.
I’m not going anywhere, Quinn. Not now. Not ever.
“Mine,” I say as I break the kiss just enough to slide her T-shirt over her outstretched arms, bearing to me what I’ve been suffering without for weeks.
“Yours. I’m yours.”
I groan into her tits, bringing one to my mouth and while massaging the other. I never thought I’d held back when it came to Quinn, but right now? I’m a mad man. Out of control. I’m likely bruising her as I take turns sucking on each one. If I’m leaving a mark, she doesn’t seem to care. If anything, she’s only encouraging me, holding my head to her like she never wants me to stop.
Say less.
I switch my mouth to the other side as she holds one in her hand, pressing it against my face so I feel like I’m surrounded by her fullness. This. This is heaven. Hearing the sounds Quinn makes when I suck on her, feeling her nails dig into my skin when she wants more, how I know that she’s going to be wet as hell for me when I’m done, it’s perfect.
I somehow pull myself away as I stand up from the bed, needing to slide my sleep pants off and free my aching cock. I want to go back down, my body already missing her, but I can’t help but look down, in awe of the beauty laying before me.
“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?”
“Porter…”
My name trails off on her lips, but that doesn’t distract me from the second of doubt I see in her eyes. It’s the same look she had that day that her and Emily had that run in at the diner. It lasts for just a second. But it’s there.
Not anymore. I won’t let my girl think for another fucking second that she’s anything but perfect.
“Come here,” I say, holding my hand out for her. She looks confused, but doesn’t waver in giving it to me as I stand both of us up from the bed. “Good girl.”
I step closer to her, bringing her lips in for another kiss. My tongue starts getting a mind of it’s own, searching her mouth wanting more, before I have to pull away.
I’ll have plenty of time to kiss her later. If I have it my way, the rest of our lives. But first, she needs to know exactly how I feel.
“I want you to know, that when I say that you’re beautiful, I mean it. With everything in me.”
My hands start running down her arms and I feel the goosebumps form on her skin. “Our first night together. I know you probably thought that I was just sad and lonely. And I was. But it was more than that. That night, my wishes were coming true. That I had to go through the worst thing of my life to finally feel like what it was like to have you.”
I kiss her again, this time letting my lips trail down her neck, over her shoulder, and across her chest. With each kiss I pepper on her smooth skin, I feel her body relaxing just a little more.
“I thought our first time was going to be it. You were gone again. I didn’t know when you’d come back to visit. And even then, how would we act? Would we still be friends? Still joke around with each other? And then you ordered chicken wings, and my life changed from there.”
She softly laughs as I lower myself to my knees in front of her, continuing to kiss every piece of her soft stomach I can. “Quinn, you are perfect. In every way. And every day it’s been harder for me to resist you. And not because of our history, or because you’re living with me. It’s because of you. It’s always been you, Quinn. From the moment I first laid eyes on you in high school, to right now, as you’re looking at me like you can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, it’s always been you.”
I need a second to gather my words, and I was sure she’d try to object. But since her jaw is open and her eyes are double the normal size, I’m pretty sure I’ve done the impossible and rendered Quinn speechless.
“Since you’ve come back, and moved into my house, I’ve fallen more in love with you every day. Seeing you each day with Grace…watching you slowly make this house a home…seeing you read on the couch…watching as you do your little dances in the kitchen when you think I’m not looking…to embracing life at the bar…you fit in my life more than I ever could’ve dreamed.”
I kiss her again at her stomach, holding it there for a beat before I pull back. “I never thought I wanted more. I never thought I wanted forever. But I do, Quinn. And I want forever to start now. With you.”
Quinn lowers herself to the floor with me, both of us on our knees with our eyes locked. Her hands are cupping my face, and the more silent she is, the more worried I am that everything she said was in the heat of the moment. That I’ve now scared her back to Arizona with my admission. But when she brings my face down to hers and kisses me with a softness I’ve never felt from her, I know that this is it.
This is where our story truly begins.
“I love you, Quinn Banks. I think I’ve always loved you. And I don’t care what anyone in this town thinks or says—you’re perfect in every crazy, beautiful, maddening way. You’re perfect just the way you are. You’re perfect for me.”
She bites her lip before saying anything. But when she does, it’s the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard.
“I love you too, Porter.”
If I thought my willpower snapped when she said she’s stay, it’s nothing like my body’s reaction to hearing those three words.
Our mouths are together in an instant as our bodies go tumbling on the floor. I don’t think about the scratch of the carpet against my back. I don’t think that it would take five seconds to move us to the bed. All I can think of right now is that Quinn is on top of me, straddling me, her tits are there for the grabbing, and I’m in fucking heaven.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groan as her hips start circling around my hard cock. “You’re already so wet.”
“For you,” she says as she leans down on top of me, dropping a tit into my mouth. “Only for you.”
I suck at it as her hand reaches back, starting to stroke me like I need any sort of workup. Hell, I could think about Quinn and in two seconds I’d be ready for her.
Our mouths connect again as I roll her over, not breaking the kiss until I lean just enough away to slide into her heat. But just as the tip goes in I freeze.
“Shit. Quinn. I need?—”
She grabs my face and stops me mid-sentence. “No.”
“No?”
She brings my face down to meet hers, giving me a kiss I feel in every cell of my body. “I’m on the pill. And…well…it’s only been you. For years…only you.”
My heart doubles in size, knowing that it wasn’t just me in denial about what we meant to each other. “Same. I’m clean.”
“Then what are you waiting for, McCoy? Make me yours.”
I can’t help but groan as her words ring through my body. “Gladly, beautiful. Gladly.”
I spread her legs just enough to push into her heat. The gasp she makes as I enter her, combined with the moan that escapes me, fills the room as we settle into each other.
Holy shit, does she feel good. Perfectly tight around my cock. Wet and perfect.
I slowly start working in and out of her, because I want to feel every second of Quinn’s perfect pussy around my cock. She’s wet and tight and her hands are flat on my stomach, as if that’s going to support her. Her back is arched, her head is thrown back, and her eyes are closed as she feels every inch of me.
“That’s my girl,” I say as I continue to work her. “Take all of me. Every inch.”
Her legs go up and around my ass, hooking me tighter into her. Normally I’d try and keep my weight off her, but clearly she doesn’t want that. And, well, feeling her perfect body against mine is too good to pass up.
But what I wasn’t ready for is Quinn opening her eyes. We’ve looked at each other during sex, but then it was usually one of us daring the other to do something. Or a little teasing.
No, this time is nothing but desire. Want.
Love.
“That’s it,” I say, as our slow motions begin to pick up speed. “Just like that.”
I feel her nails dig into my back, which is how she’s always said she wants more. Maybe she doesn’t realize that’s what it’s saying, but I know my girl.
I reach my arms under her back and sit her up on my lap, making sure our bond never breaks as she straddles me on the floor.
“I love you, Quinn Banks.”
Her smile would knock me on my ass if I were standing up. “I love you, Porter. So much.”
Our lips come together again as our bodies start speeding up. The position we’re in, it’s like we never are too far away, yet somehow every time she comes down on my cock, it feels like she’s deeper.
“Close, Quinn,” I whisper in her ear, bear hugging her into my chest.
“Yes,” is her only reply as her fingers comb through my hair. “So close.”
With one pull of my hair, I lose it. I start pumping her faster, Quinn bouncing on my cock as her head is thrown back.
“Yes, Porter! Ah!”
Her scream is loud, but not louder than the howl that leaves my body as I come inside Quinn.
I hold her to me, long after I’m empty, because I can’t let her go. I don’t want to.
Then I remember that she’s not leaving.
She’s staying.
And tomorrow, I’m going to wake up with this beautiful woman in my arms.
“Whoa! What are you doing?”
I stand up, Quinn still in my arms, as she holds onto me tighter. Her giggles fill the hallway as I kick open the door and walk our naked selves down the hallway.
“I’m taking you to my bed.”
“What? Why? I don’t know if you realized this, because you chose to not use it earlier, but I do have one of those.”
I lay her down on my mattress, following quickly behind her because it’s been too long since I’ve kissed her.
“Porter…”
“Because, Quinn…this is the first night you’re staying with me. The first night you’re falling asleep in my arms. And like hell it’s going to be anywhere else but in my bed.”
A small “oh” pops out of her mouth before I kiss her again.
“And not just that,” I say as my hands start freely roaming her sweaty body. “When I wake up in the middle of the night and want a snack? Don’t be surprised when my face is between your legs. And in the morning, when you feel me against you, be ready, because I do plan to fuck you first thing in the morning.”
“Interesting.” A devilish smile crosses her face. “There’s just so much to look forward to.”
“Exactly.” I know I’m tired and not recovered. Hell, I didn’t even clean us off. But I can’t stop kissing her. Or touching her. Because Quinn is here.
And I’m not letting her go.
“Can I ask one question?”
“Um-hmm,” I say though my mouth doesn’t move from her chest.
“What about breakfast? Does this plan come with waffles?”
I laugh because of course she’d make a joke. “Whatever you want, Hurricane. Whatever you want…”
She lifts my head up, but only so she can summon me with a kiss of her own. I want to object that she stops it sooner than I’d like, but I don’t say anything as she rolls me over, placing her head on my chest.
Just where I’ve always wanted her.
“You know, if you keep this up, I may never leave.”
I tilt my head down and kiss her forehead. “I’m counting on that.”