Page 52 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
I shook my head. “That’s not what I was about to ask.”
“Then, ask it. I’ll do my best to oblige.”
I hung my hands off his forearms. “I don’t want Chops in this house. I get a bad feeling about him, and I don’t want him anywhere near this place.”
He didn’t skip a beat, either. “Trust me, that man isn’t coming anywhere near this neighborhood. You’re not the only one who’s got a bad feeling about him. And if we’re really being brutally honest about him right now? I’m pretty sure he’s the one who set up Brooks for prison.”
I gawked. “You’re fucking kidding.”
His hands fell from my cheeks and he ushered me into the kitchen. “We’ve actually been investigating him as of late. We don’t have all the details so I can’t talk about much until we have concrete evidence, but all of us are basically in agreement that the night Gage died and the night Brooks got arrested, Chops was behind all of that shit. We think he got Hyde killed, too.”
My eyes widened as my voice lowered. “Holy fuck, and he’s your president, isn’t he?”
He nodded slowly. “Yep.”
“Please tell me you guys have a plan to take him down. Because if you don’t? I might just do it myself.”
He grinned. “And what will you do, beautiful?”
I scoffed. “For starters? Tie him down and pull his teeth out, one by one. Five of them, for every year of Brooks life that got taken from me. Then, we start on his toenails. One by one, just like his teeth. Five of them, five of his fingernails.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist. “You’re cute when you act tough, you know that?”
I drew in a sobering breath. “I mean it, Porter. If that’s really true? Either you guys do something or I do.”
His forehead touched down against my own. “We’re working on it, gorgeous. I promise.”
I kissed his lips softly. “Good.”
He captured my lips of his own volition before his tongue invaded my mouth. I moaned down the back of his throat as I stood onto my tiptoes, pressing myself deeply against him. His arms cloaked my back. His warmth penetrated me as our teeth clattered together. My head fell off to the side as he backed me against the kitchen wall, his leg pressed between my own.
And when his knee touched my panties, wetness pooled against them.
“I’ve wanted to flip this dress up since you first put it on,” he growled.
I sucked on his lower lip before I giggled. “Then do it, big boy.”
He grunted as he whipped me around, flinging me like a ragdoll. He shoved my cheek against the kitchen table with his hand fisted into my hair before I felt the cool air of the house against the backs of my legs. He spanked my ass, causing me to jolt as my excess jiggled for his viewing pleasure. And as he massaged the spot that he cracked against, my breathing grew to wanton panting.
“Porter, please,” I begged.
The second his hands slipped between my trembling thighs, though, my phone rang. I heard my purse vibrating and dancing around on the floor as the soft, soothing tones of Josie’s ringtone filled the space beneath the table. Porter paused his movements as I groaned, pressing my hands against the kitchen table.
And when I lifted myself up, he helped me upright.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I reached for my purse. “Just like you pick up for Brooks, I always pick up for Josie. And it’s weird for her to be calling me so early. She should be asleep.”
“Why’s that?”
I pulled my phone out of my purse. “She’s a stripper, and I know she just came off a shift last night.”
I answered the phone call and turned around, leaning against the kitchen table. But the second Josie sniffled, I pushed away from it. Porter’s eyes grew serious as I snatched my purse up from the floor, and when I dug my keys out I dangled them in front of his face.
He nodded his head as Josie continued sniffling in my ear as the two of us booked it out the front door.
“Josie, what’s wrong? Where are you?” I asked.
I tossed the keys to Porter and he unlocked the car before opening the passenger door for me.
“I—I-I-I--don’t know what ha-happened, Astrid.”
I dropped into the seat as Porter jumped over the front of the car to get to his door a bit quicker.
“Josie, just take a breath and tell me where you are. Porter and I are coming to get you.”
She drew in a broken breath. “I’m—uh. You know where, uh…”
Porter cranked up the car. “Where we headed?”
I held up my finger, telling him to give me a minute. “Landmarks. Give me landmarks.”
Her trembling voice filled my ear. “Urgent Care. I’m at the urgent care across from… uh, Macky’s Diner?”
