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“Yes you do.” Smirking, his mother pushed his shoulder lightly.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“There it is.” Standing up, she kissed the top of his head. “I want you two to stay here until Emery is all better, then you can go where the wind takes you.”

Leaving us alone, Porter turned to face me, his lips taut. Wrapping an arm around my back, he rubbed my side tenderly. “I don't know what to think, I'm not sure what to do now.”

“What is there to think about? She's giving you an out, why wouldn't you take it?”

“Because I'm not done here.” Massaging his temple, he pursed his lips, dropping his head into his chest. “I set out to end it, I made a promise to my brother the day we buried him. I can't break my promise, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life sleeping with one eye open. And I don't want that for you either.”

“What I decide to do, is my choice, it doesn't fall on you.” Lifting my hand to his chin, I forced his eyes to mine. “Sometimes we have to make choices, I get that. But this isn't a choice you have to make, it's not a promise that has to be fulfilled. You said you changed, you said you weren't that man anymore. . .” Kissing him on the cheek, I ran the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip. “So don't be that man, it won't bring your brother back.”

* * * *

The next two weekswere a combination of sleeping, eating, and fucking any chance we had. I felt like a damn teenager, strung out on this man, unable to get enough of him.

What we didn't do was talk anymore about what was running through his head and the choice he thought he had dangling in front of his face.

He didn't want to talk about it, he kept saying he still had time to figure it out. But every day I grew stronger, I could move easier, and that meant our time was coming to an end here.

Franco had been a ghost in the house. I had seen him a few times, but he'd hang his head and go the other way. He hadn't said one word to Porter since their fight, and I wasn't sure where I stood with him.

I had called work after the second day here, explaining to them there had been a family emergency and I needed to take some time off. Della was a bit more frantic, but I told her I had lost my phone after leaving the club and that I had to go out of town for a few awhile for work. I expected her to start asking me a gazillion different questions about when I was coming back and why I had to go for so long.

But she didn't ask me a damn thing. Della believed my little story because why would she think I had any reason to lie to her?

Maybe I am better at this lying thing than I thought.

I felt weird not telling my best friend the truth, and in the same breath, I was happy she wasn't asking me a barrage of questions I might not be able to answer. I would tell her the truth eventually, just not yet, not until things settled.

Porter's nose nuzzled into my hair as his arm fell over my chest. “I can't get enough of you,” he said, whispering against my head. His finger circled my breast, coaxing my nipple into a stiff peak. “I could spend every single day like this.”

Arching my back, I pushed my ass into his morning wood, feeling the thick muscle as it jerked. “Me too,” I said, shamelessly rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks.

The sexiest growl spilled over the back of my neck as he bit me with vigor. “Someone is ready for a little morning cock.” Shifting his hips, he ground in harder, pushing his firm erection against my asshole. “I just didn't realize you liked anal.”

“You never asked,” I said playfully, stroking his dick as I clenched my cheeks around his shaft. The soft cotton of his boxers folded over his length as I dry fucked his muscle until he moaned like he was going to come in his briefs.

His hand swept across my chest, cupping my tit, and pulling me closer against his body. It felt like we couldn't get close enough, like no matter how much of our skin was touching, it just wasn't good enough. His pecs flexed against my back, and a wave of arousal wildly spread over my body, making me feel numb to everything else.

I couldn't focus on anything but him. His cock moved up and down, fucking my ass cheeks like he'd never had sex before. He seemed almost feral, like an animal in heat with only one goal in mind.

We hadn't been as careful as we should, neither one of us had really thought of, or mentioned protection since that first time. But it hadn't really crossed my mind, because I couldn't think straight when he held me like that, I couldn't grasp reality when he touched me like I was the only woman he had ever been with.

I'm not the only one. . .

It would be naive of me to expect that this man had been a virgin before we hooked up. His hands knew my body too well, his finger knew my pussy too well. His lips and cock, they knew just how to draw out my moans and enhance my pleasure.

No virgin would have the ability to do that. Porter was experienced, and that experience showed. A twinge of jealousy hit my heart, twisting it into a knot for a short time, but I pushed the thought away.

It didn't matter what his past looked like, because now he was mine. That was all that mattered, Porter was my man, and that was how it was going to stay.

“Do you want that, Princess?” he asked, twisting and plucking my nipple.

Biting my lip, I decided not to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Slowly, I peeled my panties down my legs, kicking them off as if they meant nothing. Porter grunted, softly dragging his lips over the back of my neck.

“I'm going to take that as a yes.” Slipping his hand down the center of my chest, he dipped a finger in my pussy. “You're fucking soaked.” The sharp edges of his teeth pierced my shoulder, forcing a delicate coo from my lips. “God, I fucking love that.”