Page 22 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
She winked. “You don’t hate it, though. Admit it.”
I love it, actually. “Nah. Guess I don’t hate it, per say.”
She swatted playfully at my chest. “Come on. This hungry girl needs some food.”
My stomach growled out with its own opinion. “Guess I could use some, too.”
She stepped out of the bath. “Is that little Thai place still open downtown?”
“Uh… Pad Thai Bai or something like that?”
“Yeah! That place. Please tell me it’s still open. They are one of the only places that delivers out here, and I’m damn near addicted to their soups.”
I pushed myself upright. “Yeah, they’re still open. Pretty sure they still deliver, too.”
She reached for a towel from the linen closet. “Great. You know what you want to eat?”
She tossed me one and I caught it. “Thanks. And not really. Never had Thai food before.”
She gasped as if I had just admitted to killing her cat. “Oh. Oh, no. No, no, no. That won’t do. You’re having Thai food tonight. We’re ordering a smorgasbord of things and you’re going to try every single one.”
I wrapped the towel around my waist. “I’ll never turn down a meal.”
I watched as Astrid dried herself off. I watched her lovely curves jiggling for me as she lifted her tits and dried the skin underneath. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed, enjoying the unadulterated view. And when she was done, she wrapped the towel around her body and just barely closed it.
Leaving a great deal of skin for my eyes to caress.
But as her giggle ripped me from my trance, I looked up to find her bounding toward me. She threw herself at me and I wrapped her up in my arms, allowing my lips to fall to hers. I couldn't wait to share dinner with her tonight. I couldn’t wait to have her for dessert before we passed out together.
I only hoped that Brooks never found out that I broke my promise.
Because if that happened? We’d all be dead.
Twelve
Astrid
The birds chirping outside caught my attention and my eyes slowly fell open. But it was the muscles pressing against my back and the strong arm around my waist that made me smile. I drew in a deep breath, inhaling the natural, musky scent of the man lying next to me.
And when I shifted to stare at Porter’s sleeping face, I couldn’t help but smile.
Last night had been fantastic, and not just because of the sex. After we dried off, we sat downstairs in our towels and ordered all sorts of food. We ordered seven different signature dishes from that Thai place before Porter decided to have some groceries delivered. And before I knew it, my kitchen was stocked with food, meat, snacks, and drinks.
So, I got the bright idea to make him breakfast.
I eased myself away from his grasp, though he tightened it around me a couple of times. His protective nature sent my gears turning, causing my pelvis to heat. But I finally slid out of bed and padded silently over to my suitcase. I dug out some sweatpants and a tank top before making my way downstairs, and as I came into the kitchen a thought crossed my mind.
What now?
I mean, sure, I had come back into town for Brooks’ sake. But if my brother really wanted nothing to do with me, then would I actually stay? Would there be a reason to? I had to admit this house held some dangerous and painful memories that I knew would eventually wash over me. Was it worth the heartache of staying in town if my own brother didn’t even want to be around me?
Then there was Porter. But the second my brother sniffed that out, he’d have it shut down by any means necessary. So, I had Porter now, but I knew I’d never have him forever. And plus, even if I wanted to stay by Porter’s side, he was part of the same crew my brother was. Eventually, he’d get distracted with things and leave me behind as well. That was what everyone in my life did.
Then, where would I be?
“Alone, that’s where,” I whispered.
I pulled out a dusty kitchen pan and washed it off in the sink. The water was still not running properly, but I didn’t care. Memories of what happened with Porter flashed through my mind, making my cheeks flush slightly.
The entire time I cooked breakfast, I wondered if my little tryst with Porter was a mistake. We had so many things already working against us that it almost seemed comical to think that we could actually be together. And plus, it wasn’t as if Porter came over of his own volition. I knew there was something going on with the club. I knew they were in trouble.
Which meant Brooks had sent him to look after me.
