Everything I Desire (Lupine Valley #3)

18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Porter

It’s been a few days and Maura still hasn’t shown up. My worry has eased a little bit, but it’s always in the back of my mind. I feel like I constantly have my guard up.

Kayla is getting annoyed with my constant hovering, and Addy tells me I need to give her some breathing room. So tonight I’m doing just that. She’s having a sleepover with her friend Emily, and Addy and I are going to Lorelei’s for dinner with everyone. Our family debut as a couple, is actually what Lorelei has requested. I really think she just wanted an excuse to host a dinner with her daughters.

I am going to drop Kayla off to Emily’s now while Addy makes a side dish for Lorelei.

“Don’t forget, if you go somewhere, let me know. Don’t go anywhere without telling Emily’s parents. And make sure your find my phone app is on.” I say as she gets out of the truck. I open the back door and grab her backpack for her, meeting on the passenger side .

“Uncle Porter. I know!” She sighs heavily, exasperated with me and my concern.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I loop an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in to hug her goodbye, and wave as she goes in the house.

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

Addy : Let her go. She will be fine. No hovering.

She knows me too well.

Me: On the way home. I didn't hover too bad.

Addy: Better hurry, there might be a surprise for you waiting. winking emoji

Throwing the truck in drive, I take off and make it home in record time.

She meets me at the door before I can knock, in only a matching bra and panty set, this time in a dark forest green color that makes her long blonde hair look even more golden.

A grin spreads across my face as I cover her body with mine and push her inside before someone else gets the chance to see her. She lets out a squeak when I scoop her up and run up the stairs .

I guess we’re going to be a little late for dinner.

Mrs. Harper is one of the top five cooks I've encountered in my life. I can see where Addy gets her cooking skills from. Although no one will ever take Maria and Tony's spot as number one.

In all the time we were together in high school, I had never been invited into the house for dinner. Or at all. Mr. Harper was dead set on making my relationship with Addy as difficult as it could be before forbidding it.

“What has you thinking so hard with that dish?” Lorelei asks me, waiting for me to hand her the dirty dishes.

I shake my head of the thoughts, and hand them to her. “Just thinking about way back when Addy and I started dating. And the, uh, issues.”

“Porter. We’ve talked about this. My husband would be proud of the man you have become, no doubt.” She places a soapy hand on my forearm.

“I’m slowly accepting that things aren’t as I always thought. But I was just remembering being with Addy before and how difficult it was. I don’t want being with me to make her life harder in any way.” I shrug, taking a towel off the counter to dry the dishes.

“Absolutely not.” She throws the sponge down in the sink, “You stop it right now.” She points a finger at my chest .

“You make my girl beam with happiness. Always have. She would take any hardship with grace as she always has. Not having you in her life is the only hardship she couldn’t face again. So you stop worrying and keep being the man you are for my girl.”

Before I can respond she turns back to the sink, picking up the sponge again and handing me a dish to dry. Ending the conversation and making my chore clear. I continue to stare at her back, trying to find the words I need.

Colton and Preston come into the kitchen carrying more dishes.

Preston looks at me and raises his eyebrow toward Colton. “Hmm. Looks like someone just got the Lorelei Harper lecture.”

Colton laughs at his brother’s accurate observation.

“Oh you two hush.” Lorelei swats them with the sponge in her hand.

“You could say that. I guess I needed it.” I laugh with them. It feels good to be a part of this.

“Yea we usually do.” Colton slaps me on the shoulder. “What did you do this time?”

“He thinks he isn’t a good enough man for Adelaide.” Lorelei interjects. “After I already told him he was good enough once before, so he's just plain not listening to me.”

She levels me with a stare, “I thought we had an understanding. ”

“Oh boy. Not listening will for sure get you into trouble. You better mind Mama H.” Preston laughs, putting dishes away without being told.

I’m in awe of the ease in the kitchen. Me, Preston, and Colton all seem to have been in this same spot at some point.

“I didn’t listen to Scarlett. I blamed her for wanting to move back to Boston, then ignored her. The lecture I got when I told Lorelei I was going to propose to fix things was an epic one.” Preston tells the story as we finish our chores. Lorelei leaves us in the kitchen to go sit with her daughters and grandson.

“I told her I wasn’t sure I was going to be a good dad to Oliver. That was bad. I thought I was going to be sent to my room the way she just stared at me after I admitted that fear. After an hour long lecture pointing out all the ways I was already a good dad, she slapped me on the back and pushed me out her door.” Colton admits.

The three of us are laughing hard at the fact that this little five foot two woman puts us in our place so effectively. I don’t know how her boyfriend, Scott, and his sons could get away with anything while she’s around.

“Hey, babe, it’s almost eight. Don’t we need to grab Kayla?” Addy interrupts.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize what time it was. I’ll be out in a minute.” I say, raising a brow in her direction. Wondering what she is plotting.

I turn to Colton and Preston, “Thanks for the laughs guys. I appreciate the camaraderie in having all our asses handed to us by the Harper women,” I joke.

Both of them look around, searching for any of the Harper women, and shush me, which only makes me laugh harder.

I was worried that with their reputation in town, and the wealthy family they came from that they would look down on me and my past. But I once again was proven wrong. I even worried that Scott wouldn’t like me because he’s a director of the senior center. He’s well respected in the community. But they’ve all embraced me since coming home.

“Anytime man, call us sometime and we can go grab a beer the next time the girls get together,” Preston offers.

We shake hands and I go out to find Addy. I can’t wait to get her in my bed later, that sundress she wore tonight is killing me. Especially when she snuck her panties in my hand under the table during dinner. Apparently my girl got a dirty streak while I was gone.

“Pick up Kayla, huh?” I question her.

“I need you.” She states simply, placing her hand on my jeans and not so subtly rubbing my cock.

When I finally put the truck in park in the driveway, I lean over the center console and wrap my hand in her hair. I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her passionately.

“What was that for?” She asks with a smile on her face .

“Just for being you and making me see what I deserve in life, and pushing me when I didn’t want to see it.” I open my door and head to hers to open it.

I take her hand in mine and tug her into my house in silence. We both know no other words are needed.

Once we’re inside I pull her into my arms and lead her to the couch. I turn on the same playlist I played for her ten years ago, and light the candles I bought earlier.

“Wow, look at this, Porter. It’s just like our first night at the lake.” She smiles, remembering that same night I’m trying to recreate.

I push in the ottoman and crawl onto the couch to meet her. I lay her down and pull her close.

“You know what my favorite memory of that night was?” I ask looking into her eyes.

“What?”

“Having you look at me like I was the one who hung the moon for you. I knew then that I would love you forever, but I was too scared to admit it.” I kiss her forehead.

“You told me in other ways, Porter. My favorite memory of that night was the way you held me, you held me like I set the sun and hung the moon for you too. I knew that night.” She wiggles backwards, tighter into me.

We lay there for a while just listening to the songs that bring us back .

She rolls over to face me and takes my face in her hands so I’m looking at her. “You know what another great memory was from that night?” She asks with a sly grin on her face.

“What memory?” I ask, curious about what she’s thinking.

She sits and straddles my lap. Then peppers my face with kisses. “The one where you fucked me for the first time.”

“I do recall that being a top five memory for me too. Although, I’d like to think I’m a little better now. And we definitely made love, baby. I never just fuck you.” I run my hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts over her bra. Remembering the dark green lace hiding under her dress.

“I think you might need to do it again so I can compare.” She bites her bottom lip.

“I think I started here,” I say. I slide my hands down her body, finding her clit with my thumb. “I rubbed this spot, but I’ve since learned you really love this spot.” I move the pad of my thumb around her clit in a circle.

Her hips buck off mine as she arches her back. She moans as I continue. I lay her on her back. “And back then I didn’t know how much you really loved this.” I bury my face into her, using my tongue to trace the same path my thumb just did.

“I definitely didn’t know this either.” I plunge two fingers deep inside her while continuing to circle my tongue around her clit.

“Mmm, Porter,” she moans softly .

I trail kisses up her stomach, gathering her dress along the way. I pull the material over her head and lay her gently back down. “However, I do know this spot,” I lick and kiss the sensitive spot on her collarbone, “has always driven you crazy.”

Her hands are grasping at my back under my shirt. I reach back with one hand and pull my tee over my head, baring my naked chest to her. I lean my head down and suck her nipple into my mouth through the lace that’s barely containing her breasts anymore.

Her back arches once again, pushing her body into mine hovering over her. I explore her body like my favorite backroad on the motorcycle. Every dip, and curve, burned into my memory.

She frantically unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down as far as she can to free me. Her fingers wrap tightly around my cock. She guides me into her, giving herself the friction she desires.

I continue kissing her neck and moving inside of her. I grab her thighs, lifting them higher so I can reach deeper. “I’ve also learned that you really like this.” I pull back and slam into her over and over, bringing her closer to the edge each time.

She reaches down to touch herself, desperate for relief. I gently push her hand away and take over.

“I will be the one to make you come, baby. Only me.”

Together we come, tangled in limbs.

I nuzzle into her neck, “Have I provided enough comparison points?” I ask .

“Mmm. Definitely.” She responds sleepily.

I pick her up and carry her upstairs to the bed. I place her gently on my pillows, and kiss her forehead as she drifts off to sleep.

I go back downstairs to clean up and blow out candles before I come snuggle in my bed next to her.

Seeing her splayed across my side of the bed, is like seeing all my dreams come true before my eyes.