Porter (Men of Lovibond 3)

“I think we sort of have to.”

He kisses my forehead. “Finally. No more sneaking around. That shit is for the birds.”

“Are you okay with us telling people next week?” I don’t want that stress this weekend.

“Yeah, but I want to tell your dad first. The worst possible scenario would be him hearing from someone besides us.”

“True.” I get so nervous when I think about telling him.

“I need to get that handled with Scott before I tell Tap and Stout.”

“I think that’s a good plan.”

“Something else to discuss. I still need a full-time assistant.”

“And now that I’m staying, I need a full-time job and not an internship.”

“Do you want it?”

“Are you happy with my job performance?”

“I’m very happy with your job performance. Are you happy with me as your boss?”

I have the best boss ever. “I’m very happy with you as my boss.”

“I need to discuss it with Tap and Stout, but as far as I’m concerned, the job is yours if you want it.”

“I want it.”

“Good. Because I’m afraid I’d never find another employee who’d let me fuck her on my office sofa during lunch break.”

“Asshole.”

This weekend was one of the best I’ve shared with Porter. We were able to relax because the secrecy will be ending soon.

But not on Monday evening after work as we planned. Dad blindly reached into a box of beer and cut his hand on a broken bottle. A trip to the ER for stitches has postponed our after-work conversation. But the good news of the day is that Porter was able to talk to Stout and has secured my place as his full-time graphic designer and marketing assistant.

“It’s okay. We’ll talk to Dad tomorrow.”

“I hate that he cut his hand, but maybe the injury will keep him from making a fist and punching me in the face when he figures out what I’ve been doing with you all this time.”

It’s sort of cute how nervous Porter is. “He’s not going to punch you.”

“I don’t know. I’m the almost thirty-one-year-old man who’s putting it on his little girl. He’s not going to like that.”

“It’s going to be fine. Stop worrying.”

“I’m a little more nervous about having that conversation with him than I thought I would be.”

“I think he’s going to be pleased that I’m in love with a man he likes and respects.”

“I love hearing you say that you’re in love with me.”

I close the door and push Porter so he’s walking backward toward the sofa. He falls into a sitting position when the backs of his legs reach it. I climb on to his lap, placing a leg on each side of his hips so I’m straddling him. I press a kiss to his lips and then playfully bite and suck at his lower lip. “I’m so fucking in love with you, William Porter Beckman.”

He kisses that dip at the base of my throat where my diamond pendant hangs and his hands glide up my thighs. “I want you to take off your shorts and panties, and wrap your pussy around my cock, and ride it until we both come.”

I touch my fingers to his bottom lip. “The filth that comes out of this mouth.”

Getting up, I follow his instructions and push my shorts and panties to my ankles.

“I knew you’d do it.”

Did he really question if I would or not?

He reaches for the button of his jeans and I help him push them down his legs. I pull his dick out of his pants and sink over him until he’s fully inside me. I rise on my knees and plunge down again, rolling my hips forward to take him so deep his tip hits my womb.

His arms are wrapped around my waist. He thrusts upward and uses his hold to pull me down hard on his cock. “After I marry you, I’m going to stay inside you all the fucking time.”

“And give me little wild-haired Beckman babies?”

He releases my waist and moves his hands to my face, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck yeah, I am.”

Stretching upward, he kisses my mouth as he continues thrusting into me. “I’m gonna put one in you as soon as you’ll let me.”

I press my forehead to his. “I want that too.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold tightly as he takes control and thrusts into me over and over until his body jerks and spasms. It’s some good practice for when he puts a Beckman baby inside me.

We both go completely still, but he holds me tightly against him. “I’ve never wanted marriage and babies with anyone before.”

“It’s a first for me too.”

He pulls back and kisses my forehead. “I liked seeing you hold Anna Cade. You looked good with a baby in your arms. But I was sitting there thinking that I’d much rather see you holding my baby.”

Bam! I think at least one of my ovaries just exploded.

“Have we been together long enough to be talking about this stuff?”

“Lots of people aren’t together as long as us when they start having the marriage talk. Hell, lots of people are married by the time they’ve been together two months. And I know what I want—you as my wife and mother of my babies.”

Porter is watching his two best friends move toward the next stage in their lives. Tap and Lawrence are married and trying for a baby. Stout is seriously dating Adelyn. Today he told Porter that he’s in love with her.

Life is changing for the men of Lovibond.

“Can you come home with me?”

“For a little while.” I know Porter will talk me into staying too long. He always does.

“You do realize that we’ll no longer be incognito after tonight?”

I look forward to being normal. Going on dates. Showing affection when we want. “Will you miss sneaking around in secrecy?”

“No. I’m ready for everyone to know about us. I may climb on the building and shout it from the rooftop.” Porter squeezes my naked butt and kisses me quickly. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Frankee stops in the hallway leading to the front offices. “We didn’t discuss the pay for the full-time graphic design position. Is it salary or will you pay me hourly?”

“I was planning to pay you with sexual favors.”

She giggles. “You already give me sexual favors.”

“Well, how about I give you a salary that doubles what you make now with insurance and retirement plus special benefits.”

“Special benefits that you don’t give to your other employees?”

“Oh, I definitely do not give these kinds of special benefits to my other employees.”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”

We exit the building and I put my key into the deadbolt to lock up for the night.

“Porter.”

It isn’t Frankee’s voice I hear, so I turn to see who called my name. It takes several seconds for my brain to recognize the woman and make the connection, but when it does, a rigor runs down my spine.

Fuck. If it’s possible for the past to reach out and slap the shit out of you, it just happened.

It’s her—my final one-night stand. The last one I had before Frankee and I started seeing each other.

This is bad. Really fucking bad.

“Hello there. Can we help you?” Frankee’s voice is bubbly. So eager to offer help to this woman who I’m sure she assumes is here on Lovibond business.

“I’m here to speak with Porter.”

Mother. Fucker.

“Oh, okay.” Frankee turns to me. “I can go on and get dinner started while you finish up here.”

“That would be great.”

“Burgers okay?”

“Whatever you want is fine.”

The woman waits until Frankee is in her car to speak again. Thank fuck. “Do you remember me?”

“Charlize?”

“Charlotte.”

“I remember you.” Unfortunately.

“Can we go inside to talk?”

And fuck? I don’t think so. “No need to.”

“This isn’t going to be a quick conversation. Trust me. You’d rather not have it in the parking lot.”

That sends up a red flag for sure. I open the front door and lead Charlotte to my office.

“Was that your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend-about-to-be-fiancée.”

“Pretty girl. Was she your girlfriend-about-to-be-fiancée three months ago?”

“No.”

“Well, that happened fast.”

“I’ve known her for a long time. We recently reconnected. But I’m certain you didn’t come here to discuss my relationship with her.”

“No, I didn’t.”

There’s never been one woman to show up at this brewery because she wasn’t after something. “What do you want?”

She looks at me, unsmiling. She rubs her palms over her jeans. She’s nervous. And that makes me nervous. “I’m pregnant.”

No.

No.