Page 44 of In the Grey of Dawn

“Look at me,moye spaseniye[9],” I murmur, as I place soft kisses against the swell of her breasts.

“Can you tell me the next time you want to let my pussy out without anything on? I love that you want to, baby. I love that it means I get to think of all the ways I can bend you over and take you, but it also means I'm going to watch you like a hawk. That if any man even thinks about taking what's mine I'll end his life before he has the chance. No man touches what's mine and gets to live, Charlie.”

“Porter, please. I need more,” she says, as her soft moans fill the small space.

“Shhhh, I don't want anyone to hear what's mine either. Don't want anyone to taste, touch or think about the pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Moving my hand across her hip my thumb finds her clit and I let it rest there, pressing against it but not giving her any more.

“Promise you'll tell me next time. So I can claim you before you leave. So I can fill you up and mark you with my cum. Let you carry on with your day as it slowly drips out of you. Let anyone who dares touch you know you’remine. Does my little whore understand?”

The words hang between us. A tentative moment where I’m not sure if she will be okay with how possessive I am.With her hips still rocking she places her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.

“Yes. Mark me, claim me, fill me, Porter. I want to feel you inside me even when you're not here,” she moans into my mouth.

She is wrapped around me so tightly I never want this moment to end. To feel her like this, desperate and so eager to please makes every rock of her hips a battle of wills not to come inside her before she's ready. I press into her clit harder, giving her the pressure she's been looking for as we lose ourselves in one another. Pulling her shirt open and biting down on her cleavage as I come deep inside her. The small lines of my teeth imprinted across the swell of her chest if anyone dared to look.

“Be careful,” she pants, her body resting against me as we both try and catch our breaths. “You're making it really hard not to fall in love with you.”

Kissing my neck, she slowly eases off my lap and pulls her skirt down, turning away from me; the blush creeping up her neck from a confession I don't think she meant to admit but one that was said anyway. On the tip of my tongue, the wordsfall, baby,are desperate to escape but I can’t quite make that final leap of faith and say them.Fall, and I’ll catch you. Fall, and I’ll love you forever.

“Hey, is there another room down here?” she questions, walking toward a nondescript door partially blocked with bottles of Vodka. The brief period of time where I could have confessed my feelings, gone.

“It's the basement. I keep a few tools in there is all.” Kissing the side of her head, I sort my belt out and follow her up the stairs. The sight of her glistening pussy and thighs covered in our combined cum making me hard all over again.

Chapter 25 - Charlie

Why does bad luck always come in threes? Or at least in this case, there are just so many threes popping up, it makes me wish I paid attention to that lady at a summer solstice festival I went to last year. She went on about numbers and their meanings but I zoned out looking at the mini doughnut stand. Surely three has to mean something about being tested because I'm sure as shit feeling tested right now.

Dante and Ace left for their mission twenty three days ago. That's fine and all, except it was meant to be a two-week operation. We’ve had no communication other than when they were about to go out of phone signal two days in. Dante messaged that he loved her and will be home to her and their baby soon. It doesn't matter how or what I use to try and get hold of him, I get the same answer back every time.

Nothing.

Mila has been incredibly strong over these past few days but the added worry has taken a toll and her hyperemesis has come back with a vengeance.

I've been on hold for the past thirty minutes with her specialist but because they're in the city and she's only ever had online consultations, I'm struggling to get anywhere. It's not asif I can just take her to the closest hospital. Worst case scenario I'll convince Dimi to send me his helicopter to take her. I'm not risking my best friend in the back of an ambulance for hours on end if we have nowhere to go. I'm not even sure they have proper ambulances here or if they only have thecountryversion. Sometimes I miss the convenience of city life. I guess I'll have to agree to marry Dimi if he does send a helicopter, it will be the least I can do seeing he helped me when I needed it. I'm sure it won't be too big a deal to keep seeing Porter on the side. He can be my boy toy or something.

“You okaymoye spaseniye[10]? You want me to take over for a bit?” He holds out his hand for my phone expectantly and it's such a welcome gesture, I can't help but step into a hug with him. One ear pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat and the other to the awful hold music repeating the same three songs over and over. I'll be a happy girl if I never have to listen toYou Got a Friend in Meever again.

“I'm good. I was just thinking, do you reckon Dimi would send his helicopter over if I agreed to marry him? He knows it would only be a marriage on paper so—”

Squeezing me a little bit tighter he growls into my ear, “You’re mine, Charlie, not his. Mine. You may have met him first but you end with me. You want to get married, fine, let's go to the courthouse. You want to practise nursing in Hidden Valley, no problem, I’ll convert my office for you. Shit, you want to relocate and move back to the city, name the date and I'll have a bag packed ready to go. But under no circumstances will you marry my brother.”

Looking up at him I can't help my grin from spreading from what he just said. “You'll convert your office if I want to stay?” I question him, completely in shock that he would even think about doing something like that.

“From everything I said, that was your takeaway. Here’s me having a little panic in case you wanted to go find a courthouse.”

“Ew, no thank you. I'd much rather set up a little nursing room so people don’t need to travel down to Woodman for things that I could treat them for.” I say scrunching my nose at his suggestion.

A sharp tone blares across the phone and the line finally connects to the on-call specialist. However, thoughts of getting any sort of help are soon squashed as after three minutes of me bringing them up to date I'm told there is little more they can do other than fluids and the same medicines she’s already on.

Fuck.

She's been almost continuously vomiting for the past three and a half hours and there is no sign of it slowing down. Not willing to risk it any more, I made the arrangements with Dr Johnson to move her to the Woodman Medical Centre for monitoring. Tasking Porter with packing some overnight bags for us as I prepare to get Mila into my SUV.

Walking into the bathroom, I'm greeted by the sad sight of my best friend curled up on the floor. Resting her head on the cool tiles with fresh blood showing on the corners of her mouth. A quick look inside the bowl she’s hugging shows pockets of blood and I know I've made the right decision to take her down to Woodman.

“Mila, we're going to move you to my car okay? Don't try to talk if you don't need to, save all the energy you can. I've got a bag of clothes and bits to take, and I've left a note on the kitchen bench for Dante in case they come home while we're away. I've messaged and emailed him as well for when he comes back into signal.”

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