She parted her legs and Porter chuckled. She might have been annoyed by that if he hadn’t accepted her unspoken invitation.
He thrust two fingers inside deep, but she was too wet, too ready.
“More.”
He added a third on the next thrust. “You’re slippery as a greased pig at the fair, Addie. That spanking was supposed to be a punishment.”
“For what?”
“For that jealousy.”
She lifted her ass, adding her own motion to Porter’s steady, deep thrusts. She was having a hard time concentrating on their conversation when all she wanted to do was push the man to his back, climb over him, and ride him like a bucking bronc.
“You don’t have anything to say about that?” Porter asked.
“About…”
About what?
“The jealousy.”
She gripped the comforter on his bed, using it as leverage so she could move faster. “You said it turned you on.” Her response was more air than sound. She was so close to coming. She’d told Porter he had a magic tongue, but his fingers were just as talented.
He curled them inside her, finding her G-spot and she groaned, her eyes closing as she felt the telltale tingle that said her orgasm was right there.
Before she could grab it, however, Porter pulled his fingers free. Once more, she tried to push up, ready to slam herself down on his dick. Somewhere in the midst of the spanking, he’d gotten hard again and she could feel his erection against her hip.
“Dammit,” she yelled. “Porter—”
His hand landed on her ass again and this time, it did hurt.
“Ow.” She reached back, placing her hand against her ass, trying to protect it from Porter, but he wasn’t deterred, able to strike whatever part she wasn’t covering.
“Stop.”
The second she spoke the word, the spanking ended. More than that, the hand holding her tight against this mattress disappeared, and Porter lifted her until she was cradled in his lap.
She lifted her face to look at him. “I don’t understand.”
He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “I know you don’t. The fact is your jealously did turn me on. And I meant what I said in the truck. I want you to make damn sure every woman in town keeps her distance, realizes that I belong to you.”
“So you didn’t spank me because I was jealous?” Adele was struggling to keep up. Her arousal had been riding at a slow burn ever since they walked into the cabin. It was leaving her light-headed and impairing her ability to think about anything other than coming.
“No. I did. The spanking was for the jealousy,” he said again. “But for a different aspect of it. Jealousy comes from a lack of trust, Addie. I know I have a bit of a reputation.”
She snorted, but he kept going, undeterred.
“But I haven’t lied to you once about my intentions, and there’s nothing that’s going to change my mind about us. You’re mine and I don’t cheat. Trust takes time, I get that, but until we get there, I need you to understand that. And I figure a spanking is about the best way to make those two truths stick.”
“I’m yours?” Adele hated sounding so uncertain. She wanted to trust Porter with every fiber of her soul, but there was still a very stupid woman living inside her that told her this was all too good to be true. She’d spent too many years listening to the Porter gossip—she cursed her father for that part of her genetic makeup—and it had obviously fucked her up.
“You’re mine,” Porter repeated, kissing her. “And…” he prompted.
“You don’t cheat.” That part was easy to believe if she didn’t let herself linger on the fact that before her, Porter had never had a woman to cheat on. Instead, she let those words sink deep and stick.
“That’s right.” He stood with her still in his arms and lowered her to the center of the bed. He came over her, kneeling between her parted legs.
He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and paused. “Tell me, Addie. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered as he slid inside. Then she said it again and again as he thrust inside her, tattooing those words on her heart as he kissed her cheek, her ear, her neck, making love to her so sweetly, she felt tears stinging the back of her eyes.
Every single time they’d come together had been fast, hard, rough, deep. And Adele had believed it to be passion. But now, as Porter made love to her, she understood for the first time in her life what passion truly was.
When they came, it was together, in a flurry of soft kisses and whispered sweet nothings. He called her darlin’, told her she was beautiful, his.
She was his.
And he was hers.
Chapter Seven
Porter grinned as Adele and Macie danced together, the two sisters laughing as they moved in time to the music. Adele was wearing a red sheath, the dress sexy as sin even though she’d accessorized with flashing green earrings and a jingle bell necklace.
Porter and Adele had spent every night for the past two weeks together, and he was certain he’d never been happier in his life.
Most of Maris was in attendance tonight, the annual holiday social a big deal as far as local events went. The Ladies Auxiliary had outdone themselves this year, covering every inch of the community center in red and green decorations. There was a huge Christmas tree in one corner that served as a backdrop for photographs. Adele’s cousin, Ty, and his band, Ty’s Collective, were performing, alternating between fast dance numbers, slow country ballads, and the occasional Christmas sing-along song.
The noise level in the place was off the charts, everyone in town laughing, talking, and singing.
“You look like the cat who ate the canary,” Coop said. Porter was sitting this dance out, hanging out at the table he and Adele were sharing with Coop and Macie.
Porter grinned. He hadn’t seen Coop much since taking up with Adele. Porter handled the cattle and general upkeep of the large, sprawling ranch—constantly far afield checking fences and such, while Coop remained closer to the barn, working with the horses, so their paths didn’t cross often during the day.
They used to hang out after work hours, sharing dinners together at the farmhouse when Sharon was alive or riding into town to eat at Sparks Barbeque after she passed. When Macie came along, Porter saw Coop less frequently, the newlyweds inseparable and so in love that Porter couldn’t help but feel like a third wheel.
Now that he and Adele were dating, he spent every free moment with her. Simply because he couldn’t stand being away from her.
“Not sure what you mean,” Porter said evasively. He knew exactly what Coop was talking about.
“I mean Adele’s car has been parked outside your cabin every night for two weeks, and you haven’t taken your eyes off the woman since she and Macie hit the dance floor. So…what’s going on?”
Porter considered stringing Coop along for a little while, just to get a rise out of him for fun. Instead, he found himself saying, “I’m in love with her.”
Coop’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “In love? Damn. Didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”
Porter shrugged. “Me either. She sort of took me by surprise.”