Never Far Away (The Never #2)(22)
“Ella, Baby, can you wake up for me?”
“Mmmmm,” Ella moaned, still feeling sharp pains radiating through her brain.
“Baby, I am sorry, I have to go. My mom is having a problem at her restaurant. Megan is here. I called her to come take care of you. I will call you tomorrow ok?”
“Mmmmm,” was all she could manage. She heard Porter head towards the door where Megan was standing.
“Just keep an eye on her. It came out of nowhere and she could hardly even talk. She took some Excedrin a couple hours ago. I’m hoping she just sleeps it off. Please call me if she gets worse.”
“Porter, she’ll be fine. She’s not the first person to have a headache.”
“Well, you didn’t see her. I’m just worried about her.”
“I know and I love you for it. But honestly, I’ve got it. Go rescue your mom. Meet your hero quota for the day.”
Ella felt Porter’s lips on her temple.
“I love you,” he said to her in the quietest of whispers, almost as if he didn’t want her to hear it, but she definitely had. And if her brain hadn’t been trying to escape out of her tear ducts she might have had something to say about it, but she just let the words wash over her and fell back asleep.
Chapter Six
Ella
Ella’s brain was still foggy throughout the night. The pain seemed to be ebbing away with the help of the medicine. When she woke up and was finally able to speak to Megan it was past eleven at night and she told Megan she could go home. Megan put up a little bit of a fight, but eventually agreed to leave as long as she promised to call her back over if she started feeling poorly again. Ella drank a glass of water and headed back to bed.
This time though, when she fell asleep, it wasn’t as restful. Her mind was full of images, all of them hazy. Even in her sleep she could feel herself trying to make it through the fog and capture whatever was weighing down her mind. Slowly, images became clearer, and the first thing she could see was Porter. In her dream she opened up a door and Porter was on the other side. He smiled at her and she felt the floor drop out from under her. She wanted to run to him, bring his body in to hers, and use her hands to feel every contour of his body. Finally, she noticed his white shirt with blue sleeves. A baseball shirt. God All Mighty.
Everything went swirling again and then she was in a new room, still with Porter, but this room had a fantastic view of the ocean and a magnificently gorgeous king-sized sleigh bed. She admired the beautiful bed and Porter was behind her, kissing her neck. She wanted him on that bed and she felt like she was going to get what she wanted when he pulled the zipper to her dress down her back. She looked down at the dress as it pooled at her feet. Was she really going to have a sex dream about Porter?
Before she could even get onboard with that idea the fog was back, but this time when it cleared she sat in front of a fire on the beach making smores with Porter. His arms wrapped around her from behind helping her hold up a stick with a marshmallow on the end, both of them laughing when the white fluff turned into black char, melted off the stick entirely, and fell into the red hot flames.
In the next instant she was lying on a four-poster bed, white chiffon curtains surrounded her. When she looked up, all she could see was Porter and his gloriously naked chest holding himself over her. She immediately realized that the rest of him was naked, and furthermore, so was she. She glanced up at him, wondering how they got into this room and this ridiculously romantic bed when he gently flicked her nose with his, continued to trail his nose down her neck, and stopped to breathe shivers into her ear.
“I love you, Baby,” he said as she felt him slowly push into her, filling her completely. She no longer had time to question what was happening between them because she was quite literally in the middle of it and it was fantastic. As he slowly and deliciously pumped into her she found herself using her hands to pull him even closer, trying to get as much of him into her as possible. She breathed him in, licking his neck to get his taste in her mouth. She heard him groan as her fingernails bit into his skin. She drowned in him and as he filled her lungs, she could think of no better way to go.
He reached between them, to the spot where they were connected, and slowly started circling her clit. “I’ve been waiting for you, Baby,” he said as she arched her back, recklessly plummeting into a pool of pleasure so deep she would never be able to climb back out. “I need you with me, Ella. Come back to me.” At his words, she experienced the most consuming and violent orgasm she’d ever had. She came so hard she was pulled from sleep and slammed back into the reality of her own bed where she was very aware of the fact that she was all alone.
The fogginess had followed her out of the dream and confusion had come along with it. She breathed heavily, still trying to recover from the phantom orgasm, and her brain was working overtime. She felt like all the pieces of her brain were mixed up in her head; she wanted to shake it to make the wayward pieces fall back together again. It was that ultimately annoying moment in life when something is so very frustratingly on the tip of your tongue and you just can’t get your brain cells to connect with each other.
She breathed faster and now panic was beginning to take over as well. She felt as though something was coming and she had no idea what she should be preparing for. Images and colors flashed through her mind. She heard Porter’s voice and waves violently crashing onto the shore. She reached a pinnacle of panic, holding her head between her hands, rocking back and forth on her bed, crying, when suddenly – peace washed over her. All the pieces fell back into place. A clarity she’d been lacking for eight long weeks finally settled in her mind, and she found herself gasping for air while smiling and laughing. She had one thing on her mind: Porter.