Page 4 of Pining for Porter
"Stella," I say, breathing heavily as she runs her hands over my stomach and chest. "What are you doing tonight?"
She pauses, her eyes bouncing to mine and then back to my mouth. "Why?" she asks, shaking her head in confusion.
"I'd like to buy you dinner," I say.And a ring.
"But…you never talk to me," she says, touching her swollen lips like she thinks she's dreaming.
"Oh, cupcake. If you only knew what I dream of doing to you," I growl near her ear before kissing her neck. She whimpers, leaning her head to the right to give me better access.
"I work until 9pm tonight," she says, biting her lip like that might change my mind.
"Tomorrow, then?"
Stella swallows hard. "I'm free." She looks up at me through dark lashes. Her V-neck shirt reveals the tops of her soft breasts, and I have to swallow hard to focus.
"I'll pick you up at 6pm tomorrow." I kiss her again, softly, tenderly, and then straighten her coat over her uniform as she stares at me in a daze. When I lean down to pick up the bags again, I brush her hip, and she lets out a little shiver. My cock hardens painfully against my zipper. Stella runs her hands through her hair, giving me a shy smile, and some primal instinct takes over as I puff up with male pride at having made a mess of her.
We're quiet as we walk back to the diner, but when we get to the front door, she turns to look at me.
"Do you know where I live?" she asks.
"Yes," I respond, too quickly.I'm obsessed with you, I add silently.
She raises her eyebrows in surprise, but then she levels me with her million-watt smile, and I can't help but grin back at her. As I hand over the bags of cream, I lean forward to place a chaste kiss on her cheek, even though my thoughts are anything but pure.
"See you tomorrow, Stella." I turn and walk back to my truck, trying to adjust myself as discreetly as possible.
I open the driver's door and slide in behind the wheel. The adrenaline from what happened in the alley winds down, and suddenly anxiety is in its place. I take out my phone and shoot off a quick text.
SOS. How do I plan a date?
My two cousins, Danny & Foster, are the only people I can think to get advice from in this situation. Danny's closer to myage, but we all hung out together in the summers when my mom would ship me out to her sister in Duhring Park, near Passion Ridge. It was weeks of concentrated cousin time, and I consider them the closest people in my life to this day. They are both happily married, and from what I can gather, they knew their wives were the ones immediately.
Danny
About damn time!
Foster
Finally came down the mountain for once?
I roll my eyes.
Yes. What should I do?
Danny
I took Addy out for Italian.
Date two was to the courthouse to get married.
Foster
I ignored Cora for months.
I grimace.Apparently, that instinct runs in the family. Although I love both my cousins, I've always considered Foster a grumpy, broody, hulk of a man. I'm coming to realize I am more like him than I care to admit.
Foster
