Three
Porter
I didn’t know where the fuck to begin.
How did I fix this? How did I help her?
I fucking felt like I was using her, but if this was what she needed…
Shit, I’d do it again and again.
I battled with myself, the fact that I was hard and wanting her, even though she was clearly shattered in front of me. I was ten kinds of bastard, but I couldn’t tell her no.
He fucking touched her.
If he wasn’t dead, I’d go after the motherfucker myself.
I lifted Asher and brought her back to the bed, discarding the shirt from her and tossing it back to the floor. I laid her down gently. I knew she wouldn’t stay on her back, but I wanted to give her complete pleasure first before I did the dick move, and took my own from her.
“He took it out,” she whispered above me as I kneeled at the end of the bed.
He took… Asher spread her legs for me and I looked down, realization striking me.
Her piercing. He took it out.
Okay. Alright. That wasn’t huge.
It didn’t do much for the knowledge that his hands were on her, but…I could deal. It was just a piercing.
“Do you want to replace it?” I rested one hand on her thigh and with my other, I trailed my finger down the middle of her. Her pupils dilated and I watched as her nose flared with desire. She bit her lip but shook her head.
“No.” Her answer was incredibly soft, and the word cracked. I could see as she battled words in her head. There was something there, but I wouldn’t press.
Not right now.
I reached back for her ankles, pushing so her knees went into the air, her thighs on either side of my head as I leaned down. I turned my head into one of her legs, pressing my lips there. “Okay,” I said against her skin.
I trailed kisses down the inside of her leg, rearranging my body the lower my lips went. I fit my shoulders against her, and she willingly draped her legs over me. I reached my hands up her sides, and one of hers met with mine.
I gripped her hand hard and looked up her body at her. She was watching me intently.
“I love you, Asher,” I promised her. She just nodded.
I clenched my jaw, wishing she’d give me back the words. Not once since she’d been back, had she given them to me.
Why? Why did she hold them back?
“Porter,” she whispered and I refocused on the now. I pressed my lips to her other inner thigh before bringing my mouth to the core of her.
I’d erase the memory of him.
I’d put my girl back together.
Because I didn’t know what I would do if I failed.
Asher
My body shattered under his mouth and my legs fell off his shoulders after my body settled back into the bed.
Porter pushed up from between my legs and moved to crawl beside me, but no.
I needed him.
Over me.
Around me.
Surrounding me.
I sat up and reached for his shirt. This time, he let me undress him. My fingers worked at his jeans and he helped push them down, stepping off the bed to take them off fully. Soon, he was back to my side but I reached for him. He had easily seventy pounds on me, but I used all of my strength to try and get him over me.
“Asher. No. Not…” He shook his head. “Just no.”
I guess I had one too many panic attacks under him, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Yes, Porter. It’s you. I know it’s you,” I swore to him.
And I did. I knew it was him. I was absolutely aware of whose body was taking mine, when he succumbed to me and his hard body pressed mine into the bed, his thick cock pushing into me.
I let myself feel.
I let myself feel his hips clenching between my thighs. I let myself feel his hamstrings bunching under my feet as I pressed my heels into him. I let myself feel his back rippling as my fingers brushed over the ridges of his muscles.
And I also let myself feel every repressed emotion I had over the years.
My body pinned to the bed. His rounded belly pressing against mine. His stale breath filling my nostrils, his hard grunts filling my ears.
“Asher. Fuck, Asher,” Porter’s words were soft, his grunts fighting with the ones in my head. “I love you. I love you so much, Ash,” his voice said.
“Such a pretty, fucking tight cunt. So fucking pretty. Squeeze me, Genna. Make me come.”
“I’ll never get enough of you,” Porter’s words fought to be heard.
“You’re my favorite.”
My body shattered under Porter’s, just as the memories of my body shaking under his overcame me.
I fought with reality and memory, trying hard to feel Porter in me as he thrust again and again, but I was surrounded by memories. It didn’t matter that his thick length was sliding beautifully through me; my mind was stuck on a time that it hurt, that it was dry and unnatural, and was painful.
Soon, Porter’s body stilled over mine and I could feel as his hot cum filled me. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear as his body blanketed mine.
I love you, too.
But those weren’t the words that left my mouth.
No, the words I said weren’t nearly as pretty.
“You can go now.”