Chapter Five | Asa
Chapter Five
Asa
“IT RAINS LIKE A SON of a bitch out here,” I warn Porsha. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“You say that like I didn’t grow up out here,” she mocks.
“P, you didn’t grow up out here. You grew up in town.”
“So did you,” she says.
“Yeah—but I’ve been playing around in these mountains for years,” I remind her.
“Is that why you joined search and rescue? Because you love the mountains?” she asks.
I nod. “That, and I fucking hate the idea of folks getting swallowed up by wild grizzlies.”
“Oh, my god. That doesn’t happen,” she says. I flash her a half-cocked smile, one that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.
“Sure, it doesn’t,” I mutter. Her mouth falls open, silent, in disbelief. A few seconds pass before she speaks.
“That happens?”
She leans into me, her eyes staring in disbelief. I hesitate because if she’s planning on living out here; I don’t want her worried and freaked out.
“Let’s change the subject,” I say, but she grips my wrist, wide eyed.
“I probably should know...”
“Yeah. It happens, but you have me.”
A flash of humor crosses her face, and her brow wrinkles. “Are you serious? What are you? Legends of the Fall, all of a sudden,” she teases. “You can’t fight off a damn grizzly bear,” she snaps.
I stare at her. “Nope, but my big-ass fucking rifle can.”
She leans back on my sofa, crossing her legs, staring at the fire I’d in my mountainside home for us after we’d run inside out of the rain. “I don’t know how I feel about having Nia around a gun. I’ve never had to think about it.” She looks at her phone, then sits it on the couch next to her. “I gotta get out of here and get back to my baby. I miss her,” she says. “Plus, I have this thing tomorrow night back in Houston. A meeting with partners whose interested in investing in my jewelry line.”
In the kitchen, I take two glasses from the top shelf in my cupboard and fill them with wine.
“That’s awesome, P.” I walk over to the couch and hand Porsha a glass. Absentmindedly, she takes it and tips it to her lips. The taste of the blend snaps her out of her thoughts. She looks at me. “You drink wine? A rough and tough mountain man like yourself?” she asks and takes another sip. I laugh.
“Not really. But my parents have invested in a winery with some of the rich folks around here. This is their brand.”
“And you get freebies.”
“Whether I want them or not.”
For the first time since she’s crossed my threshold, Porsha smiles, and I love to see it. “Tell me more about this Houston trip.”
She sighs. “Well, it was set up a while ago.” She shakes her head. “The investment deal, not the trip. And I can’t miss it. It’s my future... a legacy for my daughter...”
“Of course you shouldn’t miss it. Why would you?”
“My ex-husband is hosting the event. He still thinks he has a say in what I decide. Even though I created this entire brand and designed all the jewelry myself.”
“Is he an investor?”
“He wanted ten percent for making the introduction...so... that bastard.”
“That’s not enough stake for him to have a say in how you run your business.”
“Tell him that.”
“You could take me with you. Make him crazy. You and your hot lil boy toy,” I grin.
“Absolutely not,” she laughs warily. “It doesn’t take much to make him crazy.”
She stares at the fire once more. “Teach me how to start a fire,” she says, looking past me. I lean closer.
“Sure, like you taught me how to drive stick,” I whisper.
“My gosh.” She moves away from me as I sit next to her on the couch. “Do you know how creepy that sounds?”
“No, because you did teach me how to drive stick,” I say. Porsha side eyes me before I continue. “Remember that old little sports car you paid cash for right before you left for U of H? The one you had no idea how to drive?” She softens, her expression fading from slight annoyance to revered fondness. “And Dylan and me—mainly me, stayed making you take us to the store to re-up on our junk food hauls in it?” She nods, laughing.
“In preparation for your video gaming marathons,” she says, “but I honestly think you and Dylan drove it better than me at one point.”
“I think operating a clutch made more sense to y’all,” she says. “Dylan kept me laughing with his shit, talking about how we were never going to even make it off our street because I kept letting the car shut off. And you kept me calm by making him shut the fuck up,” she laughs. “That little asshole.”
“That little asshole is taller than me now,” I say. She nods in agreement.
“At the lake—I saw.”
I take her hand and thread my thick fingers through hers, my eyes roaming the soft curves of her face and neck, settling on her mouth, then finding her eyes again. When my lips touch hers and I open my eyes and she’s still here, my heart explodes. After all these years, after all my fantasies and adolescent spank bank sessions. After missing her deeply and holding every girl... every woman I’ve ever slept with or dated up to Porsha, she’s finally here with me. And she wants me.
Our kiss deepens as she lets me lead. I wrap my arms around her, hoisting her onto my lap, then bury my head between her soft, round breasts. I become painfully hard in an instant. And lay her down on the couch in front of me, stripping her jeans from her body as she wriggles free of her thread bare panties.
“Touch yourself,” I demand, and she does without hesitation. Rubbing and massaging her bare clit until her fingers are sliding into her soaking-wet pussy. I watch her, my heart pounding, as if trying to escape my chest. The lustful beast inside me yearns to possess her, to claim her in the dark depths of the night. A sense of foreboding fills the air, the anticipation of something wicked and longed for about to happen. Porsha’s moans grow louder, more desperate. The intensity of her pleasure infects me, spreading a twisted, dark desire through my veins. I push her legs apart, watching her dark thighs quiver under my touch. Her pussy is swollen and glistening with her juices. The scent of her arousal fills the air and is fucking intoxicating. Her eyes lock onto mine, wild with desire as she loses herself in the pleasure. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve dreamt about.
I strip off my jeans in a flurry, my erection straining against the fabric. My eyes never leave hers. My hands trace the outline of her body, her skin warm and soft beneath my touch. She spreads her legs wider as I fully enter her, a wave of relief and satisfaction washing over me. The world fades away, replaced by the primal connection between us. Porsha takes me deeper, my thrusts harder, more desperate. I slam into her harder and harder until her back is arched and she’s lifting her hips, grinding into me.
“Shit,” she stutters, as I increase my speed. She screams before pulling off my dick and I take the moment to flip her onto her stomach, lifting her shirt over her head. Porsha stretches in front of me face down, ass up as I plunge my throbbing, rock hard dick into her slit. She moans, begging me to fuck her, then I notice the dark purplish marks on her shoulder and at the small of her back. For a moment I fixate on them, but continue fucking her from behind, the sight of her bruises causing a primal rage to awaken inside of me. The intensity of our encounter grows. I can feel the sweat beading on her skin and our bodies moving in perfect, primal harmony. My hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I thrust deeper into her. The savagery of our lovemaking leaves me both exhilarated and anxious, as if we are caught in a dangerous dance that could end in violence or pleasure. Porsha continues to scream, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure as we push ourselves to our physical limits. There’s no denying the raw, primal lust that consumes us, as the very room seems to shake beneath the power of our passion—and my rage at the sight of these bruises.
I am lost in the moment, my mind and body consumed by the need to possess her, to take her completely. I can feel the heat building inside me, the tension coiling like a snake waiting to strike. I’m close as I reach underneath her and massage her clit while her pussy tightens around me. As she comes, I playfully slap her ass while her body relaxes, then collapses as I pull out of her. She rolls over to face me, speechless, as I lay on top of her, shielding her body and protecting her heart.
S he falls asleep underneath me and when I’m sure she’s fully passed out from the deep fucking we just had, I get up and stir the dimming fire. I crouch in front of the hearth and watch her sleep for a few seconds, taking in the beauty of her nakedness. Smooth brown skin, heavy swollen breasts, and perfect erect nipples.
I return to her, running my fingers over her collar bone, then her lips, before I gently inspect her body for more bruises.
This is a woman who looked out for my family when my parents needed her help and she did it because she’s just the type of woman who loves more than the world could ever love her. How this happened to her I’ll never fucking understand, but it’ll never happen again.
I kill anything, anyone, to protect her and Nia...
On God.