Porter (Men of Lovibond 3)

How is that even possible when the baby isn’t here yet?

“I’ve already told you that she’s the thing I love most in this world. That isn’t going to change.” Why is she refusing to acknowledge that?

“Not even for your child? Your own flesh and blood?”

“I’m not going to sit here and compare apples and oranges with you.”

“Our baby needs you to love him or her wholeheartedly.”

“And I’m sure I will grow to love this child.”

“You won’t love it as much if you’re not connecting with it while I’m pregnant.”

That’s such bullshit.

“I’m sorry if you’re expecting me to be that man who comes over and rubs your belly and gets a thrill when the baby moves. That’s for a lover or boyfriend or husband to do. And I’m none of those things to you. We fucked once and then went our separate ways. That’s it.”

“You’re being an asshole, and it’s because of her.”

It’s as though she’s expecting me to act like a husband. And I’m not doing that.

“No. I’m being an asshole because you’re placing blame on Frankee for things that are out of her control. And I’m also being an asshole because you really pissed me off by coming to my house and trying to convince her to leave me.”

“I’m looking out for the well-being of our child.”

“No. You’re being a bitch to the woman who will one day be your child’s stepmother. And you need to stop.”

“I no longer wish to talk to you while she’s present.”

“I will contact you in a month.”

“I have a doctor’s appointment in three weeks. They’ll be doing another ultrasound, and I’d like for you to go with me.”

Here we go with that shit.

“Text me the date, time, and address. I’ll let you know in advance if I’m able to come.”

“Please try to come. It’s important to me.”

“We’ll see.”

I end the call. “She was singing a different tune than that one three days ago.”

I thought she was reasonable. Understanding.

I was wrong.

“She’s going to be a problem.”

“She’s not going to be a problem because we’re not going to let her be a problem.” She is not going to come between Frankee and me.

“What are we going to tell people about us? About her and the baby?”

“We are going to tell everyone just as we planned, beginning with Scott. But we’re not unnecessarily telling anyone about her or that baby until I confirm that it’s mine.”

“Do your parents know?”

“I had to tell them.”

“Is your mom happy about getting another grandbaby?”

I hate the sadness I see in her eyes, hear in her voice.

“No. She’s afraid this fuck-up will cause me to lose you.”

“I’m going to try. That’s all I can do.”

“You don’t know how grateful and happy I am that you aren’t turning your back on me. I don’t think I could do this without you.” I press a kiss to her mouth. “I got a glimpse this week of what me without you would be like, and I hated every second.”

“I hated it too.”

“Every day, I wanted to be with you at work. I wanted to be with you here at home. I wanted to be in bed with you. And inside you.”

“I missed all of those things too.”

“I need you, Frankee.”

“You can have me. I’m still yours. That hasn’t changed.”

Hearing her say that she’s still mine, after everything I’ve put her through the last few days, makes me love her even more. She isn’t walking away from me at a time when most women would.

“You are mine. Forever. I’m never giving you up.” I grasp her chin and kiss her mouth. “I need to be inside you. Connect with you. Feel that you’re still mine.”

She nods. “I want that.”

She wiggles to lie on the kitchen floor while I open her shorts and drag them and her panties down her legs. She presses kisses to my face while I work on pushing my jeans and boxer briefs to my knees.

Frankee reaches between us and grasps my dick. I hiss through gritted teeth when she grips tightly and strokes me from base to tip, up and down. “I need to feel you moving inside me.”

She bites my bottom lip into her mouth and roughly tugs. “Fuck me, Porter. Right now, on this kitchen floor. Hard. Without any mercy.”

Sometimes you need to make love. Sometimes you just need to fuck hard. Sometimes you need to fuck out your anger. And this is one of those times.

No time for foreplay.

I bring my hand to my mouth and generously lick my fingers before using them to lubricate her. I plunge deep inside, giving her every inch of my length on the first thrust. She squeezes her eyes shut and gasps as her back arches off the floor. “Ahh.”

Her legs bend at the knees and she wraps them around me with her heels digging into my ass, urging me to fuck deeper. Harder. I pull back and drive into her with complete domination. No mercy. No tenderness. No weakness.

This woman is mine. I’m the only one to ever have every part of her. And it’s going to stay that way.

I pull out and thrust hard, pumping my cock in and out of her body. Bare. Skin on skin. Our bodies becoming one without anything separating us.

I grasp her ankles and put them on my shoulders. I slow my speed but drive into her a little harder at the end of each thrust, shoving her body across the floor with each plunge. She’ll probably wear bruises up and down her spine.

So fucking intense. And hot. Erotic. No one has ever done this to me except Frankee.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

She opens her eyes and looks up at me. Those baby blue eyes on mine while I pound my cock into her pussy… it’s my undoing. I grasp her hips and thrust deeply one last time, exploding inside her. Coming. So hard.

I lower her legs from my shoulders and collapse on top of her. “That was so good.”

She bends her knees and wraps her legs around my body. “I needed that. To feel close to you again.”

“I know. Me too.”

“We can’t give anyone the power to control what happens between us ever again. Or we won’t survive.”

“Never happening again, Frankee. I swear.”

No one is ever going to separate me from this woman again.

Scott is lying on the couch watching television when Frankee and I come into the house. He sees me and immediately sits up, combing his fingers through his

hair. “Hey boss.”

The wrinkle across his forehead deepens as he looks back and forth from his daughter to me. “Frankee?”

“Porter and I need to talk to you.”

Mrs. Dawson comes into the living room and sits beside Scott.

“What about?”

“Scott, you have a wonderful daughter. I knew when I interviewed her that she was the best candidate for the intern position. I was certain she would be a hard worker and I wasn’t wrong. She has been a true asset for me and the art department at Lovibond.”

“I’m very glad to hear that you’re pleased with her work. I know she’s going to be sad to leave Lovibond in a few weeks.”

“I’m not leaving, Dad.”

“You aren’t? Well, that’s wonderful news. When did you decide that?”

“When Porter asked me to stay.”

“For a job?”

“He has offered me the full-time position at Lovibond, but that’s not the only reason I’m staying.” Frankee looks at me and smiles. “I love him.”

“You love him?”

I take Frankee’s hand in mine and place our clasped hands on top of my leg. “We love each other.”

“But you’re not even dating.”

“We started seeing each other outside of work a couple of weeks after she came to work at Lovibond.”

“That was months ago, and this is the first I’m hearing about it?”

“Given my history, I wasn’t sure how you’d react to my dating your daughter. You’re one of my best employees, and I didn’t want there to be any problems between us.”

“Plus, I was planning to leave in September. It didn’t make sense to potentially cause a ruckus when I was going to be gone soon.”

I need Scott to hear me. Trust me. Believe me.

“I have a past. It’s not a stellar one, but please believe me when I tell you that Frankee has changed me. I love her with all of my heart, and she is precious to me. I would never do anything to hurt or disrespect her.”

Scott sits back on the couch, looking at me. “You know what I’ve had to do for you. Surely, you know that isn’t reassuring to me as her father.”

“All of that’s over. You’ll never see another woman coming around there looking for me. Frankee’s it for me. I’d love to have your blessing.”

Scott looks at Frankee. “He’s what you want?”