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  And then the front door opens, and Eli’s voice is calling for me. “Jenna? Porter? I tried calling.”

  Porter curses and we both freeze.

  In the kitchen, we are hidden from my brother’s line of vision. “Shit.” Porter steps away from me, setting me on the ground and he runs his hand over his jaw, tense, and alarmed.

  I adjust the robe so it covers more of me just as Eli rounds the corner and comes face to face with me, standing here half-naked, with his best friend.

  Eli pauses briefly as he takes in the situation in front of him, and then all hell breaks loose.

  “What the fucking hell?” My brother’s voice, which is more like a roar, resonates off the walls.

  “Eli,” I squeak out, trying my best to cover myself.

  Porter reaches for my bathrobe and quickly covers me with it. But it’s too late. My brother already saw everything.

  I’d be mortified if I wasn’t more worried about the murder I see in his eyes, anger that’s directed straight at Porter.

  “You’re fucking my sister?” The rage that comes off him is tangible, his face is bright red with fury and betrayal. “I trusted you.”

  “It’s not what you—” Porter doesn’t have the chance to finish his sentence, because my brother is on him, his fist drawn back ready to strike.

  “You traitorous bastard.” Eli’s fist lands a square shot on Porter’s jaw, a shot Porter didn’t even try to block.

  “Stop,” I scream, but when I try to get between them, Porter pushes me back.

  “You get that one shot,” he says to Eli. “Just one. I get that you’re upset, but you need to listen—”

  “Screw you.” Eli takes another swing.

  Porter grunts, but this time he blocks the shot, and the next thing I know the two enormous men are in a full out brawl in my kitchen. Eli is tossed back across the kitchen table, and his weight and impact cause it to collapse. But like a bull, my brother lunges forward, taking Porter down to the ground with him.

  Punches are thrown and blood sprays and all I can do is scream at the two men I love most in this world. “Eli, Porter, enough. Please.”

  “I’ll fucking kill you,” Eli shouts, landing another blow.

  Then the entire world stops, the room goes silent, and my heart skips a beat when Porter yells, “You don’t understand. I love her.”

  Chapter Seven

  Porter

  “What the hell did you just say?” Eli spits back, his fist inches from my face, ready to strike again.

  I rest my head on the floor and close my eyes. “I love her.”

  Jenna gasps. “Porter.”

  Eli pushes away from me and stands. I manage to get up, even though my head is throbbing and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have one nasty back eye.

  “Do you mean it?” Jenna steps toward me.

  “I didn’t want to tell you like this. But yeah, you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. I’ve wanted you for so damn long, but I knew...” I wince and glance over at Eli who’s staring daggers at me.

  Eli drags his palms over his face and looks away. “I’m not okay with this.” He points a finger in my direction. “You and I aren’t finished.” Then his gaze lowers to Jenna. “And him? Really? I’m not sure I even know who you are.”

  “Eli—”

  He puts his hands up and shakes his head. “If I stay here, I’m going to hit him again.” He turns on his heels and I feel Jenna flinch when the door slams behind him.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, placing my palm on her face.

  “Me?” She looks ready to cry, and I know his words hurt her. She drags her fingers over my cheek. “Look at your face. I’m so sorry, Porter.” A single tear falls down her cheek and she brushes it away before turning. “I’ll get some ice.”

  I grab her hand before she can walk away. “This isn’t your fault.”

  She lets out a high-pitch laugh. “Of course it is. I’m the one who tried to seduce you by wearing lingerie in the middle of the day.”

  I smirk down at her. “You could have been wearing a brown paper bag and I still would have had you laid out on that island.”

  “I can’t believe he did that to you...he was out of control,” she says, wiping the tears from her eyes. “My parents wanted us to be close, you know how they always told Eli to look out for me growing up?”

  I grunt, knowing her parents were always concerned with no one giving their little girl a hard time. “What are you saying, that this is a bad idea?”

  My chest constricts at the idea of walking away from Jenna, of not having her in my arms for good. For forever. At this rate, I’m scared I might lose my best friend and the girl who I’ve loved since I was a kid.

  Loved. I know that’s how I feel, but Jenna isn’t ready to hear it. From the sound of it, she is still trying to decide if I’m worth all this pain.

  “I don’t want to lose my brother. He’s all the family I have.” She moves to the freezer and grabs an ice pack, wrapping it in a kitchen towel. “Here,” she says. “Let me.”

  “I don’t want to pressure you,” I tell her as she presses the ice to my eye. “I only want you if you feel as strongly for me as I do you. I want to sleep with you, Jenna, but not if it’s just about sex.”

  “It’s not!” she says sharply. She runs one hand over the little robe that covers the nightie. “Sure, I put on this lingerie to seduce you, but Porter, that was just so you’d take me seriously, as a woman. As more than your best friend's little sister.”

  “So what is this really about? You and me?” I ask, not wanting to get my hopes up. “Jenna, what am I to you?”

  She takes a long shaky breath, running her hand through my hair, holding my head, her eyes meeting my good one.

  “You are the man I’ve been waiting my whole life for,” she says softly. “I don’t want Eli mad at me, but the idea of losing you, it breaks my heart, Porter. I can’t lose you when I’m so close to finally having you.”

  I wrap my arms around her, feeling the sweet relief of having her against me. “Thank god, because I’m not done fighting for your heart.”

  She exhales, pressing her lips together as tears fill her pretty blue eyes. “Oh, Porter, you don’t have to keep fighting. You already won. I’m yours.”

  Chapter Eight

  Jenna

  When his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me to him, I feel a sense of security I haven’t felt since I was a little girl. Porter is so strong, so capable. I trust him with my heart. With my body. With my soul.

  I want him so badly, and now as his eyes search mine for permission, I know he wants me too.

  I’m not just his, he’s mine.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, running his hand over my back. “You’re so tiny, Jenna.”

  I lick my lips, my hand on his bare chest. “So take your time with me, Porter. I’m not in any rush.”

  He groans at that, my words somehow causing him both pleasure and pain. “I want to do filthy things to you, Jenna,” he says roughly against my ear as he squeezes my ass. “I want to claim all of you as my own.”

  I whimper, the intoxicating words pressing all my buttons. “Don’t make me wait any longer, I’ve already waited long enough.”

  He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing at all, and I realize in his arms I don’t. He is so strong, twice my size, overpowering to many people, but to me he isn’t a beast, he is my protector. He carries me into my bedroom, the floral sheets and sunny yellow walls bright and cheery.

  He’s the opposite of me in so many ways, big and brutal - gruff and wild - I can see how Eli could be worried about this match. I’m a rose, Porter could be seen as a thorn. He may be a beast of a man, but he’s now my beast.

  I smile at the thought.

  “What are you thinking right now?” he asks tenderly, standing before me in my room. His large hands roam over my breasts, his cock bulging from his jeans.

  “About how much I love you,” I tell him, reac
hing for his belt. “How I know we are the right match. We have a foundation that spans so many years.”

  He runs his hands under the hem of my nightie, my bare skin prickling from the heat of his touch. “We won’t break. We won’t fall apart,” he says.

  I chuckle. “Screwed together, we’re tight.”

  Porter laughs, lifting the lingerie up and over my head. I’m standing before him in nothing but a teeny tiny thong, and his eyes linger on every inch of my skin. “You saying you want me to screw you nice and tight?” he asks, massaging my breasts. My nipples are so hard.

  I laugh, a shiver rolling up my spine. “That is exactly what I’m saying, Porter Smith.”

  He strips out of his jeans, and I suck in a sharp breath when I see all of him. “Is it how you remembered?” he asks, stroking his big cock. “Is this what you’ve been picturing all those years?”

  I whimper, the sight before me so delicious and erotic. “Oh God, I think my memory has failed me, Porter. You’re so much bigger than I’ve been imagining.”

  He grins, taking my hand, and placing it on his thickness. “Here, I won’t bite.” My fingers run over his velvety shaft. Hard and soft at the same time. “You like that?” he asks.

  I swallow, my eyelids fluttering. “I like it,” I murmur, words lost on me.

  He lays me down on the bed and slips off my thong, my pussy tightening as his hands run up and down my thighs. “You’ll make me come if you keep doing that,” I tell him. “I can get off without ever touching my clit.”

  His eyebrows lift. “Really?”

  I swallow. “Yeah. I told you I’ve been saving myself. So I’ve never even ...”

  “Never what, Jenna?” he asks, leaning over me. His thick cock runs over my belly. My pussy drips at the sensation. So much man, so close to being inside me.

  “I’ve never touched myself. I just imagined it. Imagined you.”

  He bites his bottom lip. “You’re telling me you are more than a virgin? You’re saying that little pussy of yours has never been pleasured?”

  “I was waiting for you, Porter. I’ve always been waiting for you.”

  “And you can get off just thinking about me?” he asks, his voice so low, so demanding it sends a wave of nerves over my entire body. It makes me doubt my choices.

  “Do you not like that about me? Am I too inexperienced for you?” I cover my face with my hands. “This was my fear, Porter. That you’d think I was too innocent.”

  He scoops me up in his arms, holding me against his chest so that I’m sitting in his lap, his hard cock between us. He holds me tenderly, forcing my eyes on his. “Fuck, Jenna, you have no idea how mad I am for you. How insane you make me. Your innocence, your purity - it makes me want to be more than a good man - I want to be your hero.”

  My heart pounds, and I rest my forehead against his shoulder. “Oh Porter, I love you so much.”

  He takes my face with both his hands. “But I want to be more than your hero. I want to fuck you like the goddamn princess you are. I want to make you come in a way you’ve only ever dreamed. I want to make your pussy mine.”

  “Then do it,” I moan. “Make me yours.”

  He kisses me deeply, our bodies hot as we explore each other’s skin, tracing lines with our fingers, our lips, our tongues. Sensations bloom over our hard edges and soft curves. My body is awake for the first time by a man ... awake and ready.

  His fingers run over my pussy, and I shiver at his touch. The one I crave and the one I’ve never felt before.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he tells me, and I fall onto my back, knowing I’m more than wet - I’m so close.

  I pulse my pussy tight, then tighter, until my back arches, my hands wrapping around Porter’s thick cock and I moan in pleasure, coming without his fingers ever entering me.

  He watches me with rapt attention, and his cock throbs, beads of cum releasing from the tip. “Fuck, I’m gonna come watching you get off,” he groans. And I lick my lips, eager. Wanting.

  I sit up and dip my mouth to his firm length. I take him, sucking his salty cum as he explodes in my mouth. I swallow him, my pussy so needy as I do, and he knows, knows what I need. He pulls my ass over his face, so I’m sitting against his mouth backward, and I stroke his still hard cock, not quite realizing what is about to happen.

  He starts running his tongue over me, and I moan, deeply, as he begins to lick my slit up and down. “Oh Porter,” I cry as he sucks me, as my pussy begins to drip for him.

  His fingers explore me as he kisses my inner thighs, as he lifts my ass, ever so slightly, so his fingers can enter me, one at a time.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans as I kiss his cock, as I suck his balls. Everything about him smells so good, so manly. So much mine.

  I know my pussy is tight, but he is opening me up, ever so slowly. He takes his time and so it doesn't hurt. It feels like fireworks in my core, going off one after the next. My body has never been licked or sucked, tasted and touched like this - and I pant with want, his generous hands cupping my slick pussy, his tongue swirling over my clit as I climax against him.

  “Ohh, oh, Porter,” I moan, my eyes closed as I fall over, onto his side, panting and shaking. His fingers don’t leave my pussy, he just rolls over, spreading my knees apart, and making me come all over again.

  Then, he leans over me. “I can’t wait anymore,” he groans, stroking his cock. “I need your tight little pussy, Jenna. I need it now.”

  “Come in me,” I beg. “Come in my cunt,” I pant, and he does. He lowers himself against me, completely in control, and he fills my little hole up the way I always dreamed, how I always wanted. He fills my pussy up until my arms and legs wrap around him, until I’m gasping and desperate and completely his.

  “Ohhhh,” I cry. “Porter, please, oh, god. Please.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but his cock seems to have all the answers. He fills me up deeper and deeper until there is nowhere to go besides an orgasm. It washes over us, head to toe, slick and sweaty and overwhelming in a way that makes my body hum.

  We finish, staring into one another’s eyes, our souls in focus. Everything seems right with the world. And I know I’ve never been happier than I am in this moment.

  “You said you only wanted this if it was about more than sex,” I breathe out, then kiss him soft, and gentle, pouring my heart into the kiss. “Does that answer your question?”

  He runs his hand through my hair, cupping my cheek. “Jenna, that answers everything.”

  Chapter Nine

  Porter

  It’s been three days since Eli walked in on Jenna and me in her kitchen. Three days of wild, unabandoned passion. Three days that I haven’t worried about my best friend. But I know I can’t put it off any longer. I need to try to make things right with him.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to wait a few more days?” Jenna asks, snuggling against my chest. “Karis told me this morning that he’s still really upset.”

  “I need to make him understand that this isn’t just a fling.” I stroke her hair away from her cheek, breathing her in. How quickly she’s become my world, my everything. I’ve always loved her, but now...now I know I can’t live without her.

  She smiles up at me. “So what exactly is this?”

  I kiss the tip of her nose and smile. “It’s all my fantasies come true.”

  “I like your fantasies.” She straddles me.

  I groan, knowing I’m going to spend another day in bed with her if I don’t get up now. “Jenna—”

  “I have a few of my own fantasies I still want to make a reality.”

  I flip her over on her back and kiss her hard. “You’re making it really difficult to leave.”

  “Then don’t.” She runs her hand down my abs, before going lower and stroking my cock.

  “You’re never going to get your greenhouse if I don’t start working on it.”

  She lets out a small sigh. “I guess I should get some work done today t
oo. Mrs. Yang has been texting me since yesterday about her perennials. I’d just much rather be here, in bed with you.”

  “I feel the same way. But I need to do this.” I brush my lips against hers, then push myself up, grabbing my jeans off the floor. “And I promise we’ll talk about those fantasies later.” There’s a lot more I want to talk to her about too. About our future, and vows and babies and making not only her fantasies come true, but also her dreams.

  Twenty minutes later I’m parked outside the office, and based on the pickup trucks in the parking lot, I know all three of my business partners are inside.

  Fuck, I really hope this isn’t an ambush. But for Jenna, I’m willing to suffer through whatever shit they plan on giving me.

  It’s Mason I see first. He’s leaning against the wall of the office and his brows raise when he sees me. He gives me a look that I read as, are you fucking suicidal? And maybe I am. Especially when I see the fury in Eli’s eyes when he sees me.

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here,” he spits out, shoulders squared, fingers balling into fists.

  “Last I checked, I own a quarter of this business.” I don’t back down, and I won’t.

  “We can do something about that.” Eli takes a step toward me, but Colton puts a hand on his chest, stopping him.

  “I know you’re pissed.” I cross my arms and hold his gaze. “But you need to let me explain.”

  “What’s there to explain about you sleeping with my sister?” Eli spits out.

  “It’s pretty fucked up,” Colton says, frowning at me. “Jenna’s been like a little sister to all of us.”

  “Just let him speak,” Mason says, still leaning against the wall, legs crossed.

  I sigh, grateful that at least one of my friends is willing to listen. “It’s not just sex. I love her.”