Page 85 of Love Bites Hard

“It could.” He adjusted the angle of my ass over his erection, and I closed my eyes at the perfect pressure. “If I could touch you without drawing attention, I’d already have you wrapped around my fingers.”

My body throbbed. “You’ve never had me wrapped around your fingers, Porter.”

Not physically, or metaphorically.

He chuckled, his chest rumbling against my back. “Only in my imagination.”

“You don’t want me to follow your commands. If I listened to you, we would never be together like this. You’d still be in the forest.”

“You’re right. I don’t want a good little mate.” He nipped at my throat. “I want you.”

His mind collided with mine, and his memory of the way I’d moved as he went down on me in the gazebo played out in my mind.

My breathing grew shallower.

He stroked my inner thigh lightly, with his thumb. I wanted more—but the fae weren’t far from us. And we’d done the public sex thing, but notthatpublic. Porter was too possessive to be okay with that. And I was too.

The memory grew hotter as he bent me over that chair and thrust into me.

I took his emotions in, just a little, andfelthis pleasure with the memories.

I could almost feel his fingers tracing the spot between us, where our bodies had been locked together.

His memory shifted to the day on the beach, when I’d climbed on his lap.

I sucked in a breath at the way he remembered, in great depth, how he’d torn my bathing suit and filled me.

His thoughts and memories played through my mind as time passed—until a large wolf shifter plopped down on the dirt next to our chair.

I gasped, but Porter didn’t seem surprised.

He probably heard or smelled Evan coming.

When the blond man didn’t bring up the smell of my desire, or tease us about what we were doing, I looked over at him.

His expression was closed off, his gaze focused on the lake even though I got the impression he wasn’t really seeing anything.

“What happened?” Porter asked him.

“Kim.” Evan ran a hand through his hair.

Porter waited.

I did too.

“There were things we didn’t agree on when Curtis was the alpha. Things we’ve never agreed on. Big things. Kids. Timing. Family stuff. Her brother.” He ran his hand through his hair again. “She sprang this stupid fucking mark on me without warning a few months ago. Made me feel like shit when I wasn’t ready to seal the bond. Since you guys took over, it's gotten worse. I can never do anything right with her. Seems like all we ever do is argue.”

My horniness deflated, replaced with empathy. “I’m sorry.”

Porter set a hand on his shoulder. “If you need to spend less time with the pack, you know I’ll make it work.”

“I know, but that’s the only time I’m ever appreciated. I love working with the pack. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t fucking care.” He swiped at his eyes. “I can keep an eye on the fae. Go enjoy your night. Someone should.”

I didn’t want to budge, but Porter squeezed his shoulder. “You’re a good guy, Ev. Don’t let anyone make you question that. Noone has done as much for this pack as you have in the last few decades.”

He nodded slowly, and I saw the emotions raging across his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.

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