30. Quinn
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quinn
“That game was epic! I can’t believe we got to see them raise the cup.”
The adrenaline is still pumping through me as we leave the arena in downtown Nashville and make our way to the limo that Logan set up for us. The air is electric around the city right now, and part of me doesn’t want to leave the celebration. The other part of me wants to celebrate with Porter in the back of a limo.
Because…limo sex. Duh.
“That shot at the end? The game winner? It came out of nowhere.”
“So fucking good,” I say, falling into Porter’s outstretched arm as we start to battle postgame Nashville traffic. “That game? Dinner? Tonight has just been?—”
“Perfect,” Porter says as he kisses the top of my head. “Absolutely perfect.”
The limo starts to slowly move as I lay against Porter. The night was perfect. The restaurant that Logan and Maeve picked for us was by far the best place I’ve ever eaten in my life. I’m pretty sure Porter moaned when he cut into his steak. And I couldn’t blame him. The noise that came out of my mouth when I bit into my filet mignon was something that Porter’s only heard in the privacy of his bedroom.
And then there was the game, which was fucking insane. One of those games that you brag to your friends about that you got to witness in person. And watching it in club seats with unlimited food and beverage? I know the next time I go and sit in regular seats I’ll feel like a peasant. I really need to thank my sister for marrying a billionaire.
And even though the hometown Music City Rockers won the game, and the championship tonight, the biggest win is that Porter and I only called the bar and Ainsley twice each. We tried to call one more time to each, but the line to the bar was conveniently busy and Ainsley sent us to voicemail.
“Remind me to thank your family again for tonight,” Porter says as his head falls to rest on top of mine. “This was…I can’t imagine a better first date.”
“We did things so ass backwards.” My comment makes him laugh, but it’s true. Because in nowhere in any book of how to date do you sleep with a man for eight years and then decide to become a couple. And then go out on a date.
“I think it all happened like it was supposed to. Neither of us were ready for anything serious. We had our reasons, and they were valid. I think the world worked in a mysterious way that put us together exactly when it was supposed to.”
I sit up from his hold, because while this night is perfect and I don’t want to ruin it, there’s one thing that’s been on my mind for weeks now.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“That day at the diner, you told Emily?—”
“Quinn, I hate that she’s?—”
“No,” I shake my head, really needing to get this off my chest. “It’s not about Emily. Well, directly.”
He lets out a breath. “Okay...”
“When you said to her that you were a dumb kid who was hurt because the girl you loved didn’t want you, was that girl…did you mean…”
I watch as his worried look turns to relief. “Did I mean you?”
“Yeah. I mean, I know you asked me out in high school, and I was a stupid girl who said no because I didn’t think you were serious. But I know you had to be asking out other girls so I don’t want to be conceited enough to think?—”
I have more to say, but I currently can’t because Porter’s mouth is on mine, his force taking me so hard that we’re now lying across the perimeter seat of the limo. While I really want the answer to my question in words, this answer isn’t bad. Not in the least.
“So was that a yes?”
Porter laughs as he buries his head in my neck, but doesn’t make a motion to sit us back up. “Yes that was a yes. Because contrary to popular belief, I didn’t date much in high school.”
“Really? I always feel like some girl was hanging around you.”
“They were,” he admits. “And I was always nice to them. A few I went out with for a couple of dates or took to dances. But none of them caught my interest. None of them wanted to make me see them every day, or talk to them about anything and everything. But you? Now you were a different story.”
I feel my face start to blush. “Really? Was this before or after I tried to invent the fake foreign exchange student?”
“Before,” he says with a smile. “There was…there was no one like you. What girl could talk hockey in one breath, get an A in English the next, and then after school organize the senior prank?”
“I’m one of a kind, what can I say?”
“You are,” he drops a kiss on me before slightly pulling away. “I know you’re probably saying that sarcastically, because that’s what you do. But I mean it in the most sincere way…
“Porter…”
“No, you need to hear this, and I hope you know how much I mean it. But if someone were to ask me who my ideal, perfect woman was, and I had never met you before, I’d somehow still describe you.”
I think with every word that comes out of his mouth, my eyes get a little bigger.
“I know you kept your heart guarded for a lot of your life. I get why. I hate that you had to, but I understand your reasons. I want you to know, though, here and now, that it’s safe with me. You’re safe with me. Because our timing might be unusual; our story might be the most unique and random love story ever told, but it’s ours. So yes, I loved you back then, how a teenage boy thinks he’s in love. And today I’m madly in love with woman you are. Because like you, us? Our story? Our love. It’s one of a kind.”
I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a book at some point in my life, but no way on Dolly Parton’s green Earth could I have ever come up with words more beautiful than the ones Porter just said.
I pull him down on me, kissing him with everything I have. Who says things like that? That’s the shit that romcoms are made of. And in those movies, I always figured I was the best friend. The funny sidekick. Not the leading lady.
But here I am, insanely in love with a man who loves me back. A man who currently can’t put up the privacy screen fast enough so our poor driver doesn’t have to see what’s about to happen. A love that I never thought I could have, and this is just the beginning.
Porter’s hands push up the jersey I wore tonight, and I smile as I watch in real time his reaction to what I’m wearing underneath.
“Is that?”
I sit up, giving him a hard kiss before I make my way to the floor of the limo. “The lingerie I wore the day I thought you requested an early booty call? Yes.”
Porter watches as I lay back on the floor of the limo, doing my best to take off my leggings in a semi-sexy way, leaving me in nothing but the royal blue lace bodysuit. Porter’s eyes haven’t even blinked as I get back to my knees. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“I thought it would be a nice surprise for you,” I say as I work his belt loose. “Now how about another surprise?”
He lifts up slightly so I can pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, springing free his cock. I don’t say anything else as I lick my lips before letting my tongue trace around the tip.
“Quinn…”
“Shhh…” I say, my hand working his dick as I lick my lips. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
Porter throws his head back the second my mouth is on him, his body relaxing under my touch as I begin to suck. I don’t know if it’s the thrill of doing this in the limo, the lingerie I’m wearing, or the noises starting to come from Porter, but I feel all sorts of sexy right now. The surge of confidence speeds up my motions, my hand and my mouth bobbing up and down on him faster and faster.
“Fuck yes,” he says, his hands now gripping at my hair. “God, you take my cock so good.”
Never in a million years would I have ever thought I had a praise kink. But from the first time Porter told me that I was a good girl, I was fucking done. And those words? Combined with how I’m already feeling? Holy shit, I’d do just about anything he asked right now.
Including that. Yup. That.
Feeling a little daring, I open up wider and lower my tongue, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Quinn! Fucking hell…”
“Shhh…,” I say as I take the chance to catch my breath. I didn’t realize I could actually take it all. Yay me. “He’s going to hear you.”
“Don’t care,” he says as he quickly grabs my arms and pulls me to him. “And if he didn’t hear that, he’s sure as hell going to hear what’s coming.”
Our lips connect in a frenzy as I straddle Porter, his hand immediately going for my pussy. I lift up slightly, not sure what he’s trying to do, when I feel his hand moving the lace to the side, leaving me open for him.
“I need you,” he says, bringing me down on his dick. “I need you so fucking much.”
I feel every inch of him as he slides inside me. I can’t help but throw my head back as I start bouncing on his cock, loving how he feels bare inside me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, his hands massaging my tits through the lace. “Do you know I’ve dreamed of fucking you in this? This lace has been the star of my dreams for weeks.”
I tilt my head back up to look at him, only to see nothing but heat in his eyes. “Then let’s make your dreams come true.”
I continue to fuck him, but bring his head to my chest, his mouth immediately starting to kiss the exposed skin. He pushes the lace that’s covering my nipple to the side, bringing it to his mouth as he continues to fuck me.
“Yes,” I say, loving the two sensations at the same time. “So good.”
I feel the limousine starting to speed up, which apparently kicks up a gear in both of us. Porter kisses my lips one more time before rolling me off of him onto the seat so he can make his way to the floor of the vehicle.
“Spread those legs, beautiful.”
I do as he says, not able to take my eyes off him as he shoves the lace aside again as he pushes back into me. Between the speed of the limo, and the force of Porter, I feel like I’m melting into the seat. And I don’t care one fucking bit because I never want this feeling to end.
“That’s it,” he says as my hands go around his neck, holding on for dear life. His speed is picking up, his grip on my legs becoming tighter as he drives into me harder and harder.
“Porter! Yes! Fuck!”
The second my orgasm hits me, a loud grunt echoes through the limo, Porter collapsing on me as his does the same. I cling to his back, feeling like if I don’t hold on I might fly away. The high right now is that good. He must feel the same as he has me in his arms in an instant, holding me tight as we both come down.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear. The three words are simple, and I feel so much more than that, but right now, that’s all I can think to say. “I love you so much.”
He brings me in, our kiss much gentler than what we just did to this poor limo. When he releases me, his hand on the back of my neck, he doesn’t let me go far, our foreheads touching as our gazes lock.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” he says. “Or saying it. Because I love you too.”
We kiss again, and don’t stop until we pull up to his driveway in Rolling Hills. In fact, we got so lost in each other that we both forgot to get dressed as the limo comes to a stop.
But that’s what you do when you fall in love. At least, that’s what I assume. You get lost in each other. Forget about time. Forget to put on your pants when the limo driver knocks on the door.
Because when you find a love like this, there’s not a timetable. You’re not counting down until you leave.
Because you know you’re going to stay. Forever.