by Frankie Love
Chapter Three
Porter
Her lips are as soft as I ever imagined. Flower blossoms in bloom. And my cock gets hard imagining her sweet rose petals. God, this is insane.
But I’m not stopping. Our lips part and I kiss her more deeply. She started this and I sure as hell don’t want it to stop.
My tongue swirls over hers, and she inches herself closer to me. God, I can smell her pussy from here. She’s wet. I know she is. I thought her moans in the garden were about more than dehydration - I wanted to believe she was hot and bothered and it turns out I was right.
She wants this. Wants me.
And fuck, I want it too. So damn bad.
Her arms wrap around my neck and my hands reach for her hips, lifting her up from her seat and placing her into my lap. Her eyes meet mine and we pull back, panting.
“You want this?” I ask, my voice low. Gruff. Overwhelmed with need.
Jenna nods. “Kiss me again,” she pleads.
So I do. My cock is restrained by my jeans, but her pussy grinds against it all the same as our mouths inhale one another. She teases my bottom lip between her teeth, my hands loosen her ponytail, and I pull at fistfuls of her thick hair.
Just then there is a creak, a crack. The tiny wooden chair I’m sitting in breaks. She gasps as we fall, my arms around her.
“Oh my gosh,” she cries as we tumble to the kitchen floor.
But I’m laughing, her in my arms, and it’s like we’re kids again. The heat is there, sure, but so are a flood of memories. Playing tag football on Thanksgiving morning, throwing the frisbee at the beach in the summer, the infamous food fight the summer Eli and I graduated high school.
“Are you okay?” she asks, breathless.
I laugh, glad I am the man to brace Jenna’s fall. “I was remembering when we wrestled with a can of whipped cream during the food fight.”
Her face breaks into a smile. “Why were you thinking of that?”
“If I remember correctly, we broke the kitchen table that day. You climbed up on it, trying to get away from me and the spray can.”
“My mom was so mad. There was chocolate sauce all over the kitchen.” She runs her hand over my chest, moaning. “But God, I loved having you chase me.”
“You wanted me then?”
“I wanted you always.”
Those words are my undoing, and I know there’s nothing that can stop me now from finally claiming her. But then my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket, and when I pull it out Eli’s name flashes across the screen.
“Shit,” I mutter, helping her up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just Eli.”
“Oh.” I hear the disappointment in her voice, and the touch of fear. She has to know that he’s the barrier standing between us ever being together. Shit, the man isn’t just my best friend, he’s also my business partner. Am I really willing to throw that away?
Yes, my body and heart scream. But my head still warns me that Eli will cut off my junk if he ever finds out I just kissed his baby sister.
“I should take this.” Before Eli realizes that I’m standing in Jenna’s kitchen trying to control myself from flinging her over my shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom, and finally claiming her.
“Yeah, of course.” Disappointment flickers in her eyes before she turns her back to me.
I take a steadying breath before answering. “Hey.”
“I need you to come into the office. We have some issues with accounting that I need you to look over,” Eli says on the other end.
I drag a hand through my hair and glance over at Jenna who’s putting our glasses in the dishwasher. “Is it serious?”
“Wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in twenty.” I see Jenna’s shoulders tense, then drop at my words.
“How’s the greenhouse coming along?” Eli asks.
“It’s a little more complicated than I thought it would be.” Which is the understatement of the century. The woman has me screwed tighter than an Allen wrench.
When I hang up, Jenna is leaning against the counter watching me, one brow raised. “You’re leaving?”
“Emergency at the office.” I rough a palm over my scruff, not wanting to go anywhere. But talking to Eli was like pouring ice water over my raging hard-on. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.”
“Just...talk?” she asks, one brow raised.
God the woman is sexy, and even though I know I should keep her at arm’s length, I can’t ignore the pull any longer.
I remove the distance between us, and cup her jaw, feeling the tremble that races through her body.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
She gives a small huff. “First, I’m the one who kissed you. You just kissed me back. And second, why not? I’m an adult and so are you.”
“Because your brother will have my balls roasting on a spit if he ever found out.”
“Eli doesn’t have to know.” She tilts her chin up at me, daring me to take what she’s offering - herself.
“Trust me, Jenna. If we do this, Eli will know. Because I won’t just fuck you, I will claim every inch of you. You’ll be mine and every single person in the world will know it.”
She sucks in a breath, her mouth dropping open, eyes widening, and it takes all my strength not to kiss her again. But I know the best thing I can do for both of us right now is get out of here before I give into temptation.
Chapter Four
Jenna
Even after Porter is gone, I’m still trembling from his words.
Trust me, Jenna. If we do this, Eli will know. Because I won’t just fuck you, I will claim every inch of you. You’ll be mine and every single person in the world will know it.
I want that so damn bad. But I felt his reservation. Saw the way he tensed when my brother called him. And I know what he risks losing. His best friend, his business partner, everything he’s worked so hard for.
My brother is a hard ass, especially when it comes to me. I might be the same age as his wife, but he’ll always see me as a little kid. Porter wasn’t wrong when he said Eli would have his balls.
But now that I know Porter wants me as much as I want him, nothing, especially not my overbearing brother, is going to stand in the way of me finally getting what I want. I just have to convince Porter that it - that I’m - worth it. And I know exactly how to do it.
I pull out my phone and call my sister-in-law. “Are you up for a shopping spree?” I ask Karis when she answers.
We were friends before she married my brother, and I actually feel a little responsible for them hooking up. I was the one who sent him over to help fix-up her little bakery. And now they’re married with a baby on the way.
“Sure,” she says, and I hear the excitement in her voice. “What are we shopping for?”
“Lingerie.”
She coughs, then laughs. “Okay, but does this mean...”
“That I’m finally going to have sex?” I offer. She knows that I’ve been saving myself for the right man, what she doesn’t know is who that man is. “I hope so.”
“That’s huge, Jenna. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“If I tell you, you cannot, and I repeat not, tell Eli. Promise me.”
“Of course not. Friends first, sister-in-laws second. Always.”
I let out a long breath, preparing myself for her reaction. “It’s Porter.”
Silence.
“Karis?” I ask, wondering if the call dropped.
“Yeah, I’m here. Um...are you talking about Porter Smith?”
“Yes.” I hold my breath waiting for her response. And when she doesn’t answer right away, I continue, “I know what you’re going to say—”
“Eli is going to kill him.”
“You promised not to tell him.” My throat starts to constrict because I know Karis is right.
“I won’t, but...” Her worry filters through t
he line and I can feel it in my gut, making me question everything. “Really? Porter?”
“I love him.” It feels both good and scary to admit it out loud.
“And does Porter feel the same?” she asks softly.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. We...kissed. That’s all. But then Eli called and he got all freaked out.”
“Justifiably so.”
“I know. But I’ve wanted this...him, for so long. I didn’t think he’d ever look at me as anything more than a kid sister, but today...” I sigh, remembering the kiss, the way he touched me and looked at me like he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “Hence, the lingerie.”
“You don’t need lingerie to seduce a man. You’re gorgeous, Jenna.”
“I just want something that’ll make sure he sees me as a woman.”
Karis sighs. “All right, I’ll come shopping with you. But you better not tell my husband I helped you buy lingerie for Porter Smith.”
“Right,” I say deadpanned. “Because I want to talk about push-up bras with Eli.”
Karis laughs. “Point taken. But are you going to be weirded out if I buy a nightie to wear for your brother?”
I groan. “Can we make a pact to just not discuss the men we are buying panties for?”
“Deal,” Karis says cracking up. “Pick me up in twenty.”
I end the call, the smile on my face so big it almost hurts. I may be a virgin, but I’ve waited long enough.
It’s time for Porter to see me as more than a baby sister. It’s time he understands that I’m the woman he needs.
Chapter Five
Porter
Thankfully, Eli’s emergency turned out to be nothing more than our newest accountant adding an extra zero to one of our invoices. The guy had also made more than a few mistakes on our latest lumber orders, which means I’ll be calling the temp agency when I get back to work next Monday.
“Sorry for calling you in.” Eli sits down in the leather chair behind the large oak desk we all share. “I know I was the one who bugged you about taking a week off and here I am dragging you back to the office.”
There isn’t a man among the four of us who started Nailed It Construction, who would rather be in the office than out on a job. So we take turns managing the work. And so far we’ve done well with it.
Really well. Well enough that I could afford to add another floor to Jenna’s little cottage. A master bedroom with a large en-suite, to start. Maybe a nursery, or two or more other bedrooms for—
“Hey,” Eli interrupts my thoughts. “You seem distracted.”
Yeah, distracted by the thought of his little sister laid out bare naked on her kitchen island.
Fuck, get it together, Porter.
“Just got some things on my mind,” I mutter.
“If you’re too busy to work on Jenna’s greenhouse. I can send—”
“No,” I say a little too forcefully, causing Eli’s brows to raise. “It’s fine.”
Plus, it’s an excuse to be closer to her. And now that I’ve had one taste of those sweet lips, I know it’s going to be impossible to stay away.
I crave her.
Need her.
It’s not even lust anymore, it’s something primal.
Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was love. And not the love I’ve always felt for her, the soft, gentle kind that would protect her at all costs, but real, sacrificing, unconditional, I want to put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, type of love.
“You sure you’re okay?” Eli stands, brows knitted as he studies me.
I nod, even though I know what I plan on doing is going to destroy the man in front of me - or at least our friendship.
I grab a burger and fries before heading back to Jenna’s. I have a feeling I am going to need the sustenance considering the plans I have for her and me tonight.
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but if Eli hadn’t called earlier, when we were in the kitchen, we would have done a hell of a lot more than kiss. Damn, I want to sink my cock deep inside her and screw her tight little pussy. I know she’s saved herself for me and it makes my cock ache just thinking about it.
I swing by my place and load my truck with a shit ton of lumber. I want to get started on this project right away. I know how much the greenhouse would help Jenna’s business. I place a call with a concrete guy I know and make plans for him to come out tomorrow morning to pour the foundation. Only the best for Jenna. It’s hard not to smile thinking about her face when she sees what I’m building her.
When I pull up to the house, I see her car is gone, and so I back my truck up her driveway and start pulling out the wood beams. I place a few more calls - a guy I used to do contracts with has a window business now, and he is more than happy to take my call. Thankfully he has what I need in stock and he plans on delivering the glass in a few days once the frame is up.
I pull off my shirt, it’s the hottest part of the day, and I wipe it across my forehead. It feels good to be outside though - not cooped up on an indoor project.
Working with my hands has always given me time to think. Some guys I know drill screws and hammer nails with earbuds in - but I like to have a clear head, to use the time to mull things over.
God knows I’ve been mulling over my feelings about Jenna for years.
And now...well now I am close to finally getting the girl.
By the time I’ve unloaded my truck, it’s four-thirty in the afternoon. I’m not surprised how fast time has ticked by. But when Jenna’s back door opens, I’m startled. I never even heard her car pull up to the house.
“You were lost in your thoughts, weren’t you?” she asks, her hair loose around her shoulders.
I nod, wiping my brow with the back of my hand. “I’ve been thinking about you,” I tell her simply.
A smile spreads across her face and she motions with her hand, telling me to come inside. “Come get some water.”
I wipe my hands on my jeans and reach for my t-shirt. But she tells me to keep it off.
“I like your bare chest,” she says softly.
When I step inside, I realize she’s wearing a pale pink robe that just grazes her ass. I swallow, hard.
I’m in trouble.
I know I want her, but my friendship with Eli keeps me doubting my plans. But now, as she opens a cupboard door, on her tiptoes, my cock becomes steel with want. She looks so fucking cute and sexy, so perfectly mine.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
She glances over her shoulder, eyes sparkling when they meet mine. “I know I have a bottle of chocolate sauce in here somewhere.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Oh yeah?”
She finally finds what she was looking for and sets the bottle on the counter before spinning to the fridge. “And I have whipped cream too.”
“You making an ice cream sundae?” I ask, adjusting my hard cock as she shakes the can of whip cream.
“Is that what you want?” She licks those pink lips again before spraying that cream on her finger. She sucks it off, slowly, and holy hell, it’s killing me. “Do you want a bowl of ice cream, Porter, or do you want me?”
Chapter Six
Jenna
His eyes are full of hunger. I know I’m teasing him, but it feels good to be in control of what I want.
Him.
For so long I’ve held back my true feelings, my deepest desires, but now I’m done with that. Done being timid. Done acting like it would be wrong to say what I need.
“I’m not interested in sundaes,” Porter tells me, stepping closer. “I just want you.”
A shiver of excitement runs over me, and I untie the sash on my little bathrobe. I pull it open and let it drop on the floor.
Porter literally groans as he takes me in, looking me over from head to toe. There is no greater thrill than being the object of his desire.
After much deliberation at the department store, I finally landed on the perfect take-my-virginity lin
gerie. I bought a mint green, plunge-front nightie in smooth satin that is kissed with Chantilly lace. The babydoll top just barely skims my ass and I have on a matching thong. I know by the look in his eyes that he loves the way it hugs my petite frame.
“I want you to take my virginity, Porter,” I tell him, not interested in hiding behind my truth.
“Jenna,” he says, his voice a low gravelly tone I’ve never heard from him before. “You’re so fucking innocent, so pure, I don’t want to ruin you.”
“I want you to ruin me,” I say, unwilling to back down. “I want you to ruin me for all other men.”
Porter takes one long stride and he is against me, his big, calloused hands running under my lingerie. My skin is hot at his touch and my pussy warm and wet with want.
“Fuck, Jenna, this is wrong, Eli will kill me. You prepared for that?”
“I don’t care what he thinks. I only care about you and me, Porter,” I tell him as his hands run over my skin. “I saw you once...when we were teenagers. It was Halloween night, your senior year. You were in the bathroom, back to me, and I saw you...saw you getting off.”
Porter’s hands still as I recount the story.
“I saw your cock in your fist and ever since then...” I whimper at the memory, closing my eyes as I confess. “All I’ve wanted was your cock inside of me. Don’t make me wait any longer than I already have.”
My story has the desired effect. Porter groans and his hands are back on me, rough and needy.
“God, woman, I need to fuck you.”
He kisses me, hard, lifting my ass and holding me in his arms. My back is against the kitchen wall in two seconds flat and I feel his big thick cock so close to my pussy. I need his jeans off, now. I need him in me, soon. I need this to happen.
I moan, my fingers threading through his hair, my body piqued, and ready for the taking. I know I’m about to get what I’ve been fantasizing about for years, and my head and body are dizzy with the euphoria of it.
