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Sex with Porter was the opposite. There was feeling involved. I felt the act on the outside. I felt constant bliss on the inside. The difference between what we shared and what I’d experienced in the past was vast.

I had my doubts that I could ever go back to having someone simply fuck me. After thinking about it, I decided there was no freaking way.

“If you leave me, ever, I’ll find you,” I said with a laugh. “I just want you to know that. I’ll be that crazy bitch that’s lurking outside your window with a butcher knife and a big rock.”

He looked at me like I’d kicked his dog. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“You ruined me.” I chuckled “I love how it feels to have you inside of me. I mean it. I F-ing love it. I was joking about the rock, though. Not the knife.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“No.”

He shook his head, and then smiled. “That was phenomenal. For me, anyway.”

“More than anything,” I said. “More phenomenal than anything.”

“More than pecan pie?”

“Any. Thing,” I clarified. “I have no idea how I’ll ever make it through life without that dick, or the guy that’s attached to it.”

“That was some good pie,” he said. “I can’t believe I topped it.”

I slapped my hand against his bare ass, and then wished I hadn’t. It was harder than I wanted it to be.

“Stop it, or you’re going to get it,” he said.

I didn’t know what getting it meant, but I knew I wanted whatever Porter had to offer. So, I slapped his ass again, only harder.

He rolled me onto my back and kissed me deeply. The kiss took my mind where sex simply couldn’t. It was a place where nothing else existed but the two of us. A place where passion thrived. Where hearts faltered. Where a magical sense of belonging to something bigger than life took control of a person’s very being.

It was there that I realized Porter was special.

So special, that I could never let him go.

94

Ghost

It had been eight days since Abby and I made love for the first time. In that time, I’d all but abandoned my brothers in the MC, only seeing them during our mandatory Wednesday meeting. Abby had become the most important element in my life. From what I could see, I’d become an equally important part of hers.

I was fascinated with my unquenchable desire to spend time with her. My mother had explained that when I found the love of my life I would know it. Although I hadn’t fallen in love with Abby yet, I had my suspicions that she was that woman.

I opened the diner door and held it open. No less than fifty eyes ratcheted toward me. After Abby walked past, I released the door and sized up each of the men who seemed to be more interested in us than their food. Eventually, they all went back to eating their meals.

“Does this place only serve Marines?” I whispered.

“No,” she responded. “But a lot of them come in here.”

We took a seat at an empty booth. A matter of seconds after were seated, a middle-aged man approached our table. He wore a buzz-cut, was built like Rambo, and possessed the ability to burn holes through solid objects with his glare. After warming my skin with his stare for a few long seconds, he shifted his eyes to Abby.

“Has he been feeding you?” He looked her over. “You look like you’ve lost weight.”

“He has a name,” she said in a snide tone. “It’s Porter.”

I felt as though she was introducing me to a member of her family. One who was angry about her decision to bring me into his diner for lunch. Nonetheless, I put on a smile, stood, and extended my hand.

“Porter Reeves,” I said. “Pleasure to meet you, Sir.”