Page 19 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
Astrid sighed. “I don’t even know what the fuck that means.”
I pointed. “See that U-shape joint?”
She walked over and bent down beside me. “Yeah?”
“That’s not the U-joint you need. That one is for a smaller sink, like a bathroom sink. A kitchen sink needs one that’s a bit deeper on both curved ends.”
“So, how do we fix that?”
I raised up. “There’s a good chance the actual attachment we need got put in one of the bathrooms. Let’s check all of them and see what we can come up with.”
I started for the stairs, but Astrid wasn’t following me. So, I peered over my shoulder and waited for her to come. But instead of walking my way, all she did was lean against the kitchen counter while I stood at the bottom of the steps.
“You coming?” I asked.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why did you come back?”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
She looked around. “The house. Why did you come back here?”
I shrugged. “To check up on you. Make sure things are okay here and that no one’s hassling you.”
She tilted her head. “Something’s happening, isn’t it? That’s why you’re here and not Brooks.”
I sighed. “I’m just here to keep you safe. That’s all.”
“Safe from what?”
“Ah, we’ve got some people who are pissed off at us right now. Just taking extra precautions and all that.”
She slowly walked toward me. “I’m not an idiot, Porter. And Brooks has spat out more to me than he probably should have. I know you guy are struggling with the Black Flags right now. Are they watching the house?”
I held her gaze as she came closer. “Again, just a precaution.”
She stopped just shy of the stairs. “I can handle myself, you know.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“Hell, I’ve been in L.A. all this time by myself. Surely, that counts for something.”
I shook my head. “I’m not saying you can’t handle yourself. You forget how long we’ve known each other. I saw how you handled your mother. How you took care of her as much as you could. I know you’re more than capable.”
She swallowed hard. “Holding Mom’s hair back while she was puking wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“I always thought it was.”
Her eyes fell to her feet. “I’m sorry I left, Porter.”
I furrowed my brow. “You don’t owe me an apology for that. You more than deserve the chance to carve out a life for yourself. Especially after the shit you put up with from your family.”
She slowly rose her gaze. “You think so?”
I stepped off the steps, feeling her body heat reaching out for me. “I know so, Astrid. You’re one of the strongest people I know. I just wish you saw it yourself.”
Her eyes danced between mine. “Porter?”
“Yeah?”
She licked her lips. “Have you ever thought about—I mean, maybe in your free time—possibly...”
I knew what she was trying to ask, so I cut her off at the pass as I cupped her cheek. Her soft skin slid against my palm, making me weak in my knees. I braced myself as I closed the distance between us, allowing the pad of my thumb to run along her lower lip.
Then, I gazed deeply into her eyes.
“I’ve always had feelings for you, Astrid. And that’s never going to change.”
And the next thing I knew, her lips were against my own.
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His words seemed almost surreal. Had I heard him correctly? Did he really say what I thought he just said? My body registered the words before my mind did, though, and my body propelled itself against him. My arms slithered around his neck. His hand fell away from my cheek before he scooped me into his arms. And as our lips crashed together, my heart stopped in my chest.
Before he scooped me off my feet.
Our tongues danced an unfamiliar tango as he carried me up the stairs. My pelvis heated and my thighs clenched as he walked us back into the master bedroom. He set me on my feet long enough to peel my wet clothes off my body, and I shivered as the air conditioning hit my damp skin.
Then, Porter dropped to his knees.
“What are y—oh, fuck!”
He growled against my pussy. “Oh, yeah.”
My head fell back as he slid my leg over his shoulder. I gripped his hair with my hands, feeling his tongue dip between my folds. I leaned forward as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. And as I rocked against his lips, his hands explored me.
Cupping my ass cheeks.
Massaging my thighs.
Traveling along my jiggling curves as I bucked ravenously against his face.
I moaned for him. “Porter. Holy fuck, yeah.”
He growled against my clit. “I’ve taken you so many times in my dreams. But today, I make you mine for good.”
I didn’t know if he meant any of those words, but damn it, they made my heart take flight. I slid my leg off his shoulder and pulled him up by his hair before our lips collided once more. I licked my juices off his face. I found that I loved the taste of him and myself intermingled together. And as my heart slammed against my sternum in absolute ecstasy, he guided me to the bed.
