Page 51 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
Brooks snickered. “Better than nothing, I guess.”
Porter shook his head. “Pathetic, if you ask me.”
The four of us shared a nice little moment of laughter before we all got up from the table. Brooks and Raven escorted us to the front door, and my brother actually gave me a hug before we left. A hug! I hadn’t gotten him to hug me properly once since I’d gotten into town. But I guess another man in my life to take care of things finally snapped some sense into him.
That, and Raven.
Bless that woman.
They waved us off as we got back onto Porter’s bike, and I slid my arms around his waist. I pressed my cheek against his leather jacket, reveling in the freedom we had as we pulled out of the townhouse complex. The wind whipped around us as we soared back to my childhood home. I nestled against him, drinking in the way his muscles flexed as his bike shifted gears. Enjoying the way his warmth felt as the cool summer wind wrapped around our bodies. I loved riding on the back of this man’s bike. I wanted to make it a thing we did at least once a month, where we simply packed up a couple of outfits, rode until we wanted to stop, and then got a hotel for a weekend where we enjoyed one another to the fullest.
I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my days with this man.
“Home sweet home,” Porter said.
He helped me off the back of the bike before we walked inside. Every time I walked into this place, I saw something else that needed to be done. A piece of furniture that needed to be replaced or a crack in the wall that needed to be patched. The carpet itself needed to come up altogether, but I needed to save up the money first.
But Porter’s voice pierced my thoughts. “So, what happens now?”
“Hmm?”
I turned around and watched him lock the front door closed before he sighed. “What happens now?”
I blinked. “I’m not following.”
He turned toward me and shrugged. “Are you staying here? Are you staying in town, but finding somewhere else to live? Are you heading back to L.A.? What’s the plan?”
Confusion wafted through my body. “I thought we already discussed you moving in.”
He nodded. “Yeah, but that was before you patched things up with Brooks.”
I paused. “I still don’t see how that changes anything.”
He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “What I’m trying to say is, things are different. And maybe that means you’ve had a change of heart or plans. I’m just trying to get a read on where we stand now since that breakfast didn’t go one bit how I imagined it.”
I giggled. “Right!? I mean, I knew Raven could talk some sense into him. But I didn’t expect a flat-out acceptance.”
His hands slid down my arms until he took my hands in his. “So, where do we stand? Are you staying, or have you decided to head back since there’s no tension with you and Brooks anymore?”
I took a step toward him. “My work travels with me. I can do voice-over work from anywhere, so long as I have a quiet and soundproof room to work in.”
He took a step toward me. “I could soundproof any room in this house for you, once I figure out how to do it.”
I took yet another step toward him. “And while this house does need some updating and some work done to it, it’s got good bones.”
He closed the distance between us. “I’ve already got projects I’m budgeting for that I can start today. I’ll need a truck, though. Or someone to help me get shit back to the house.”
I gazed up into his eyes. “I’m sure one of the guys would be willing to help out. I know Josie’s got a Bronco, but I’m not sure how much can fit back there.”
He brought my hands to his lips to kiss. “You know I’m not leaving the club though, right?”
His question gave me pause. “Even if it gets too dangerous?”
He nodded. “Even then. They’re my family in ways I’ve never had family before. I’ll never abandon them, no matter what happens.”
“Even if it gets you put in prison? Like my brother?”
His eyes held mine before he nodded. “Just like I’d die or go to prison for you, I’d die or go to prison for them. That’s just how it works.”
I sighed heavily. “I can come to accept it with time, but that’s the best I can do.”
He released my hands and cupped my cheeks. “That’s all anyone can ask.”
My eyes danced between his. “I’ve only got one rule regarding the club, though, and this house.”
“Oh, work doesn’t come home like that. Church meetings are always at the clubhouse, not in people’s actual homes.”
