Never Far Away (The Never #2)(71)
“Just what, Ella?”
“Just don’t let me go.”
“Never.” He bent down again to fuse his mouth to hers. The kiss was such a relief to him. More than ever before, in this moment, she was his. She had let him in, even when every bone in her body was telling her not to. His lips brushed against hers and his tongue slipped inside, seeking hers out. His hands came up around her stomach to cup her breasts, his thumbs found her nipples, rubbing and swirling until he heard her moan through their kiss.
“Tell me who you belong to, Ella.”
“You, Porter, I belong to you.”
He thrusted inside her slowly and fully. He reached down between them to where they were connected and pressed a finger against her.
“How much, Ella? How much of you belongs to me?” He ground the words out through his clenched jaw.
“Oh God, Porter,” she moaned, gripping his shoulders. “All of me.”
“Your body?” He plunged in again, feeling all of this shaft slide against her wet and clenching walls.
“Jesus… yes, Porter, my body is yours.”
“Do I belong to you?” He asked, making sure she felt all of him as he continued to pump into her, still fingering her clit at the same time.
“If I’m yours – oh God, don’t stop, Porter,” she begged. “If I’m yours, then you’re mine,” she said looking right at him.
“I want your heart too.” He slowed his pace and came back down to her mouth. Her hands came back to his face and held his gaze on hers.
“Before you had any other part of me, you had my heart,” she whispered to him. “Please, Porter, love me.” He rested his head in the crook of her shoulder and continued to draw in and out, all while using his finger to gently bring her to orgasm. He felt her legs tense around his waist, her walls clenched deliciously around his cock, and sent him over the edge into an equally shattering abyss.
They both panted and clung to each other, sweat was slick between their bodies, and he could hear feel her heartbeat through her chest. He went to move off of her and she gripped him even tighter.
“Please, just hold me for a minute more.”
He kissed her forehead and moved back over her, resting his face against her shoulder. After a few minutes passed he felt her take in a breath as if she were bracing herself for something.
“Maybe we should decide what we are going to do now?”
Porter was reluctant to let the moment pass, enjoying having her body so closely and intimately intertwined with his. In this moment she was safe. She was in his arms and he was protecting her. But he rolled to the side and rested his head on a pillow.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened in the club?”
“On one condition,” she stipulated.
“What condition would that be?”
“No matter what happened, you cannot feel guilty or blame yourself for anything that he said or did.” Porter’s jaw clenched because he knew that would be difficult. From day one he was protective of Ella. He wanted nothing but to keep her safe and sheltered, but he seemed to be failing at every turn.
“Please tell me,” was all he said in response. She stared at him for a moment, seeming to deliberate as to whether she would accept that as an answer.
“I was walking through the club, trying to get back to the table but there was a large group of people blocking the way so I decided to go around them. I was passing by the back wall and I felt someone grab my arm and pull me down the hallway. Before I could see him, he pushed me up against the wall, face first, and pinned my arms above my head, holding the rest of my body against the wall with his own.” He could not control the immediate and immense tension that coursed through his body. The image of Kyle holding Ella against a wall was enough to make him want to kill Kyle. He wasn’t sure that if Kyle were around he’d be able to control himself enough to let the f*cker breathe another breath.
“Jesus, Ella,” he said as he raked his hands down his face.
“He told me that he was the one outside your house that night.”
“Shit!” Porter got out of bed, unable to sit still any more. She sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest.
“He also told me that I was to tell you all that I didn’t want to press any charges against him for what happened that night at the apartment, outside your house, or anything else.”
“What do you mean by ‘anything else’”?
“The shooting.”
“Did that motherf*cker shoot you, Ella?” He nearly screamed at her. Her eyes misted over with tears and she wiped one away that slipped down her cheek.
“He said he didn’t, but Porter, I just don’t know what to believe any more,” she said, trying to contain a sob. Porter moved to the bed, his anger and rage being pushed aside by his need to comfort her. He sat on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, then pulled her over to him and tucked her into his side.
“What else did he say?”
“He just said that if I did report him he would find a way to hurt the people I care about.” She sighed and nuzzled into his chest. “I’m sorry, Porter. I was panicked. All I kept thinking was that I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this from you. I knew it. But I am so afraid that he’ll hurt you, or Megan, or Kalli. OH!” She sat straight up and lunged out of the bed.