Porter (Men of Lovibond 3)

I’m stretched across the bed, lying on my side, in what seems like a sexy pose. I hope I don’t look stupid.

I hear the door open and close, and my heart takes off in a gallop to race the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Porter is all smiles when he stops in the doorway and looks at me and the sexy-time accessories on the bed. “Damn, girl. What all did you get into today?”

“I did a little shopping at the adult store in Tuscaloosa.”

He picks up the blindfold lying next to me. “For you or me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I love that answer.”

He comes toward me, and I move to sit on the side. He stands between my legs and places his fingers beneath my chin, lifting my face. “Frankee… I just don’t even know how to tell you how much I love all of this. Or how much I’m enjoying every little thing you’re doing. You blow my mind.”

“Good.” I reach for the fly of his jeans. “And now I’m going to blow something else.”

Frankee and me.

We fuck. We sleep. We wake. We fuck again. This time, from behind. I don’t hate anything about this routine that she and I are falling into.

It’s twelve o’clock and we’re still in bed. I’m sweaty and my chest and stomach are sticky against her back. But I don’t move. I enjoy being like this with her—postcoital and unmoving with my softening cock still inside her. “I could get used to doing this with you.”

She laces her fingers through mine. “You could, huh?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“I think I could get used to it too. Except I’m sure my parents would begin to wonder where I was sleeping every night.”

“It’s bad when you have all the freedom you want while you’re away at college, and then you come back home to Mommy and Daddy.”

“It wasn’t that bad until I started sneaking around with you. Now it sucks donkey dick.”

I chuckle and my cock slides out of her. “That’s one I’ve not heard in a while.”

She rolls toward me. “You know what else sucks donkey dick? I got all of those great lingerie pieces to wear for you and totally forgot I’ll be getting my period tomorrow.”

Periods… and planning around them. Not something I’ve ever had to deal with on a regular basis.

“Getting your period is better than not getting it.”

“I know but we just started having all of this fun and it’s like wah-wah.”

“It won’t last forever.”

“It’ll last through Thursday. That feels like forever.”

“You are aware that sex isn’t the only thing we can do for fun?”

“I know, but it’s new to me, and I sure was enjoying it.”

“How about I take you riding in the Porsche today?”

Her eyes widen. “Ooh. That sounds like fun. Does it go fast?”

“It’s a Porsche. What do you think?”

“I think I’ve never ridden in a Porsche, so I only know what I’ve heard.”

I smack her ass and squeeze it. “Let’s get up and shower. As much as I love being in bed together, I’d like to do other things with you today.”

We move to the shower, and I turn on the water while she grabs the towels and washcloths.

“Do you want to go out for lunch, or would you like me to cook for you?”

“You cook?”

“I’m not a chef, but I do pretty good.”

Damn, I love a woman who can cook.

We step into the shower and I can’t resist touching her skin as the water runs over it. “I haven’t been to the grocery store in a while. I’m not sure there’s anything in the kitchen.”

“Maybe we pick up some groceries and I’ll cook dinner for you?”

I’ve never had a woman who would cook for me. “I would love that.”

“What are you craving?”

I don’t even need time to think about it. “My favorite meal is when my mom cooks breakfast for dinner. Biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs and bacon. Do you know how to cook that?”

“Breakfast for dinner happens to be my specialty. We had that at least twice a week when I was growing up.”

“Do you know how to make homemade buttermilk biscuits?”

“Are there any other kind?”

Man, this is my kind of girl.

She’s lathering the shampoo in her hair and her tits are bouncing up and down. They’re soft and real. Not stiff-feeling implants. And I love watching them jiggle naturally.

“I haven’t had homemade biscuits and gravy like my mom’s in a long time. I will kiss the hell out of you if you cook that for me.”

“I’m guessing you’ll kiss the hell out of me anyway.”

“This is true.”

“I don’t know if mine will be like your mom’s, but I think my biscuits are tasty.”

“Thinking about my mom’s food is a reminder that I should get down there and see her.”

“How far is Mobile from here?”

“I can make it in under four hours if I don't stop.” It’s a shame I don’t make the trip more often.

“When is her next chemo?”

“Tomorrow.”

“You should go see her this coming weekend.”

“Even though it means we’ll miss one of our weekends together? We don’t have that many before you leave.”

“Of course, I’ll miss being with you, but you need to go see your mom. It’ll make her happy.”

I love that Frankee is thinking of my mother’s happiness. I’ve never been with a woman who took an interest in my family.

We swap places and I stand under the water to wash my hair and body. My eyes are closed as I shampoo but I feel Frankee’s hands gliding over my chest. “We’ll make up for our missed weekend during our trip to Austin. That’s only a couple weeks away.”

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself for four days. Completely worry-free about being seen together. We can hold hands in public. Hug. Touch. Even kiss if we want.”

“It’ll be nice. But we’ll need to be careful that we don’t get too used to it and slip up when we get back.”

I’ve never had to sneak around with anyone. I’m not a fan of it. “I’m an adult. You’re an adult. Would it be so bad if people knew?”

“We are adults, and seeing each other might be completely fine with everyone in our lives, but there’s a fifty-percent chance it won’t go over well with some. And I’d be very sad if my parents didn’t go along with it.”

“You’re right. I’d rather spend the next two months enjoying each other without catching hell about it.”

One month of her internship is already behind us. I don’t know where the time has gone.

Only two more months until Frankee leaves. These next sixty days are going to fly. I already feel it. And there’s nothing I can do t

o slow it.

All I can do is enjoy her while she’s mine.

“Oh, Porter. It’s beautiful.” Frankee glides her hand down the sleek hood.

It’s hard to believe the transformation this car has undergone in the short time I’ve owned her. “She hasn’t always been this stunning. Sophia was one ugly duckling the first time I saw her.”

Frankee giggles. “I believe she and I share that in common, which makes me like her even more. Who is she named after?”

“Sophia Loren.”

“Phew… I was afraid you were going to say your ex-girlfriend.”

“I’m smarter than that.”

I open the passenger door for her and she glides into the smooth black leather seat. “Feels like I’m sliding into a time warp.”

“You sort of are.”

I get in and start the engine. That hum still gives me a thrill every time I hear it. “She barely ran when I got her.”

“Sounds like someone abused Sophia.” Frankee slides her hand over the dashboard. “But you’ve done a great job restoring her.”

“Thanks.”

“What year did you say it was?”

“1963.”

Frankee takes her phone from her purse. “We need era music for our ride. Let’s see what the top songs from 1963 were.”

Her thumbs tap lightning fast on her phone’s screen. “Oh, this is perfect. You’re going to love it.”

She holds up her phone between us, and I immediately recognize ‘You’re the Devil in Disguise’ by Elvis Presley when she begins singing along. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t know every word. “You know sixties music too?”

“I know all eras of music.” She leans over and holds a pretend microphone while singing the chorus.

“You look like you’ve done that a time or two.”

“We have no shame when it comes to singing and dancing in my house.”

“I can see that.”

We’re cruising down the interstate when song number two begins. “Here’s another one you should know.”