Wife Number Seven (The Compound, #1)(45)

“I-I can’t . . .”

“Yes, you can. What do you want me to do?”

“Make . . .” I paused, embarrassed by the words. “Make me come, Porter. Please.”

Porter matched my moans with his own, the pressure and intensity of his mouth on me increasing with my pleas. I wanted to see him, to see what he was doing. I lifted up on my elbows only to fall back to the bed, writhing with another surge of bliss. Until the climbing was no longer possible, until my body seemed to open, to explode over the precipice of absolute ecstasy. Porter continued to lick and stroke my sex as I thrashed beneath him, his hands holding my hips in place as I cried out in pleasure.

Oh. My. Word.

Porter’s grip on me loosened and he returned his lips to the sensitive skin of my thighs. His kisses were gentle and his hands rubbed my scorching skin, urging me to return back to earth.

“What was that?”

“You came.” He smiled. “You had an orgasm.”

My breath was ragged and tears formed in my eyes. “I-I have no words. I . . . didn’t know that was possible . . . to feel like that.”

Porter rose to his feet and lay down beside me, stroking the stray hair from my eyes. “I know.”

“How did you do that?” I asked, so curious, wanting to understand what he had done to me.

He threw his head back in laughter, returning his gaze to mine with a proud grin. “That was only the beginning, Brin. I want to make you feel everything. I want to worship you, your body, your heart.”

A tear slipped down my cheek as my heart filled with his words.

“Will you let me?” he asked, his expression so earnest as his eyes glistened.

“Yes.” I nodded. “I want you, Porter. More than you can imagine.”

“Good.” He glanced at his watch. “You never told me how you got here. Shouldn’t you be taking care of Jorjina?”

“She asked me to leave her be for a while. I have a few hours to myself. I came as quickly as I could.”

“Wow.” He rolled over to look up at the ceiling.

I leaned up on my elbow and ran my fingers up and down his chest, exploring his muscles beneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt.

“Do you . . . want to lay with me now?”

I couldn’t imagine that Porter wouldn’t want a release similar to what I had experienced. Now I understood why Lehi had always collapsed onto my chest, groaning into my shoulder. But unlike Porter, Lehi had no intention of ever sharing that sensation. It was a secret he kept all to himself.

Porter stretched out his arm to stroke the bare skin of my back. “Not today. Today was about you.”

“Are you sure?”

“You don’t owe me anything, Brin. You know that, right? I’m not like him.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” His voice was sharp, doubtful.

“Yes. You’re nothing like my husband.”

Porter flinched at the word husband. I didn’t say it to hurt him, but it was the reality. Lehi was my husband in the eyes of our Heavenly Father.

“Tell me something. Something about you. About why you left.”

“Ugh.” He groaned. “Now?”

“Please.” I begged him with my eyes to humor me.

He rolled to his side, rising on his elbow, mirroring my position on the bed. “Okay, well . . . it was years ago. I’d gotten in trouble a few times. A few buddies and I were meeting up in the woods to drink beer, smoke weed. Shit like that. My parents found out, and so did the prophet.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” He stared off into space. “Within a day, we were gone. All of us. My mom dropped me on the street downstairs with a hundred dollars and a suitcase filled with clothes.”

“That must have been awful.”

“Worst day of my life.”

We lay in silence. Porter stared at the wall, gritting his teeth while I gazed into his icy blue eyes. Eyes that were moistening with each second. He blinked twice and returned his gaze to mine.

“That suitcase . . . I can’t bring myself to use it. The second my mother pulled it from the bed of my father’s truck, I recognized it. My father had used it for business, but I always think of this one day . . .”

“Tell me,” I urged him.

“One morning, two of my little sisters had decided to run away from home after receiving spankings from our mother. They packed some dresses, their long underwear, and toothbrushes into the case and had walked to the end of the block. They were like six and seven, ya know? Just little girls. So I ran to catch up with them. I convinced them to come back home with me, that they were just being silly, that they needed to keep sweet, to follow the rules and return home. And they did.”

“Wow.”

“I can’t explain it, ya know? But that memory haunts me.”

“Maybe you miss your sisters?”

“Maybe, but I think it’s more than that. Like no good deed goes unpunished or something. I tried to be a good kid and I don’t know why that went unnoticed.” Porter appeared to shake those thoughts from his head. “Anyway, I can’t stand to use it, but I can’t throw it away either. It just sits in my closet. I borrow duffel bags from Charlie when I’m away on a job site or whatever.”