Keeping What's His: Tate (Porter Brothers Trilogy Book 1) (16 page)

His hands went between them to untie the belt at her waist. Then he pushed the robe off her shoulders. His mouth went to her neck then brushed against her shoulders. She shivered as the lightning filled the room.

Her mouth went to his neck. An instinct she didn’t know she possessed took over, and she bit down. His groan made her feel strong and possessive as she played with him.

“I’m leaving my mark on you.”

He took one of her hands, placing it over his heart. “You did that a long time ago.”

His admission removed her final misgivings and she lost herself in sensations as her hands slid over his body. Her lips traced down from his neck to his chest as his thigh parted hers, pressing upward until it rested against her pussy. Then he began to move it back and forth until it rubbed against her clit. An empty ache had her pressing herself down on his thigh.

Tate raised her slightly as he scooted himself up higher in the bed until his back was against the headboard. Sutton felt weightless as he held her hips in a tight grip, holding her poised over his cock. With exaggerated slowness, he lowered her until his cock nudged at the opening of her pussy, entering her in a way that had her holding her breath. Expecting the tight dryness she had always experienced before, she was surprised when Tate’s cock slid easily into her as if they were made for each other. When he was completely inside of her, she arched, trying to take every inch of him.

“Take it easy,” Tate soothed.

She had been unaware of the small whimpers of pleasure that had been escaping her.

“Don’t stop!” she pled, wiggling herself on his cock.

He took the edges of her robe, pulling her face to his. “I’m not stopping,” he growled. “Ride the storm, Sutton. Ride me.”

She moved on him, his cock sliding in and out of her. The room illuminated with the lightning, and she wasn’t sure if it was the thunder or her heartbeat that was increasing in intensity, driving her to frantically try to catch the eye of the storm before it disappeared.

He pulled apart her robe, taking her nipple in his mouth as she moved faster, her body spiraling into a series of explosions that had her feeling as if a thousand rockets were going off inside her body.

Tate shoved his cock higher inside her as he felt her clenching, making her soar again as she was about to come down to reality.

When she was able to focus again, she blinked, seeing Tate staring at her with a satisfied smile as he held her steady on him.

“For the first time in my life, I feel like a woman.”

“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll make you feel like a goddess.”

Sutton laughed, dropping her head onto his chest. “I’ve laughed more in the last two weeks than I have in years.”

“A man doesn’t want to hear that when his dick is still in you.”

Sutton laughed harder. “I think you can handle it.”

“I can handle anything but losing you.” Tate’s expression turned serious. “I’m never going to let you go.”

“Promise me.” She snuggled more tightly against him, and his arms surrounded her. “Promise me you’ll never let me go.”

“I promise,” he vowed.

For one blissful second, she allowed herself to believe him. She was sure, when he returned to his everyday life, he would get tired of her like the other women he’d had in his life over the years. But tonight, for now, Tate was hers.

The most painful lesson she had learned from Scott and losing Valentine was the present was all there ever was. If he changed his mind tomorrow, she would have the memory of this one perfect night. Therefore, she was going to toss her worries out the window and let tomorrow take care of itself.

Sutton glanced out the window and saw the rain had stopped, and the clouds were moving away.

“Tate, I see a rainbow.” She pointed excitedly. It was practically outside their window.

“I do, too.”

She glanced back at him. “You’re not even looking.”

“How could I not? I’m holding the pot of gold.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“I’ve told you, I’m not sweet. Men don’t want women to think of them as sweet.”

“Okay … Now you’re being an ass.”

“That I can handle.”

*  *  *

“How much longer we have to wait here? I’ve got shit to do.” Greer grumbled.

“Like what?” Tate didn’t take his eyes off the door of the grocery store, he and his brothers had been waiting for over an hour. They weren’t leaving until he sent a message, a strong one, not to fuck with him or his ever again.

“I don’t know, anything’s better than standing around twiddling my damn fingers waiting for her to come out. Why don’t we just go inside and talk to her?”

“Because I want the bitch to get my message without anyone overhearing, I didn’t keep my ass out of jail, just to have her put me there.”

“Personally I like you better in jail, at least then you’re not bothering me to do dumb shit like stand around here. I’m going inside, I’ll give her the message for you.”

Tate shoved Greer back nodding toward the entrance of the grocery store. “There she is.” He stated grimly.

“Thank fuck. I thought I was going to have to break you two up, I didn’t want to get my suit dirty. I’ve got a date tonight.” Tate and Greer both turned to look at Dustin.

“You won’t be getting any pussy tonight in that getup. Who you going out with?”

Tate paid only half attention to Greer as he picked on Dustin.

“Kaley.”

“Should have saved yourself the trouble of getting dressed up. She put’s out to anyone who has a dick. She’s older than you isn’t she? She might be able to teach you a thing or two or three…” Greer smirked.

“Shut up…she doesn’t hang out at the clubhouse with the Last Rider’s anymore.”

“That’s only because they didn’t let her join, doesn’t mean she isn’t still putting out to them at her place. Heard her and Cheryl need to both put a counter on their bedroom door to see which one of them is the biggest slut in town.”

“I already know the answer to that. Diane has them both beat hands down.” Dustin gave the killing blow to Greer’s ego. “There isn’t a pair of jeans in town that Diane’s hands hasn’t been down.”

Greer punched Dustin knocking him backward into Tate who was fed up with the brothers riling each other.

“Cut it out!” Tate snapped, leaving them behind. He hadn’t waited an hour to talk to her to miss the chance because of their squabbling. When Greer was bored he inevitably resorted to picking a fight to relieve his boredom. He didn’t care who it was, as long as they would give him a good fight.  Unfortunately it usually was his brothers because they were around each other so much, and they liked a good fight as much as he did. Because Dustin was younger and a dirty fighter who usually ended up kicking both their asses, while Tate and Greer were pulling their punches so as not to hurt their little brother. They were going to have to stop that shit, Dustin was ruthlessly taking advantage of it and was gloating afterward. Tate was going to put baby brother in his place one of these days, but first he needed to deliver a message.

Tate slammed his hand down on the car door before Lisa could open it.

“You don’t want to say hi?”

The sound of fake laughter filled the air.

“I didn’t see you, Tate. How have you been?”

“I’ve been better.” Tate leaned back against her fancy sports car.

“Sorry to hear that, I heard the police were looking for you.” Her eyes darted around the parking lot, Tate was sure she was searching for someone to help her escape. She was shit out of luck. Greer and Dustin had both positioned themselves out of view while Greer’s truck kept anyone from seeing them from the other direction.

“That’s all been straightened out.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.”

“I’m not, of course, I’m glad you’ve been cleared.”

“Sutton’s back in town.” Tate controlled himself from strangling the lying bitch. “She told me that you said you were having my baby.” Her expression became carefully blank as she opened her mouth to respond. “I would think twice about lying if I were you.”

Her mouth snapped shut.

“I take it back, you’re not as stupid as I thought you were. At least you aren’t trying to lie your way out of it.”

“I was pregnant.” Lisa lowered her voice, so that only he could hear her.

“Maybe, but we both know it wasn’t mine. Why blame it on me? That last night we were together you tried like hell to get me to fuck you without a condom, telling me you had it covered, that you couldn’t get pregnant. That was the only piece of truth you spewed. You couldn’t get pregnant because you already were, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” She admitted unable to look him in the eye. “I was pregnant, and the father refused to marry me, I thought if you had sex with me I could say it was yours. I knew you would marry me if you believed it was your child.”

“You’re right about that, there would have been no way a kid of mine would be raised alone with you.” Tate snarled. “You underestimated my intelligence if you believed I would have fallen for that bullshit.”

“I was young and didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry, I felt terrible right after I said that to Sutton.”

“Not bad enough to fix it though were you? You’ve let her believe it for years.”

Guiltily she remained silent.

Tate straightened from the car. “I’ll thank God everyday for the rest of my life that I was fortunate enough not to fall into your trap. Because of you, Sutton and I lost years that we could have been together. You hurt her in ways you’ll never know because I don’t want you to have the satisfaction. You’re damn lucky you’re a woman, if you were a man I would shoot you dead where you stand.”

Greer glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll do it I don’t give a fuck if she’s a woman.”

Tate ignored the tempting offer. “Instead I’m going to take away from you what Sutton lost.”

Lisa’s face turned a sickly shade of white. “What are you going to do?”

Tate reached into his pocket pulling out a photograph flinging it at her, uncaring of whether she caught it or not.

The photograph fell to the ground before she could catch it, she knelt reaching for the photo with trembling fingers. She stared at the picture before glancing back at him.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to give that to the department of child protective services and make sure that pretty little girl you’ve been fostering is put in another home.”

“Please, Tate, don’t.” No tears filled the calculating women’s eyes, the only thing she was concerned about was how it would look to the town if she had the little girl removed from her home. She stood reaching out to touch his arm.

Tate jerked back out of her reach. “Be grateful, that’s all I’m going to do. You should pray tonight and give thanks to God. If you ever dare to try to harm what’s mine again, woman or not I’ll make damn sure it’s the last thing you ever do.”

Tate nodded at the picture clutched in her hand. “You can keep that one, I have plenty more.” Coldly he motioned for Greer and Dustin to leave, she stood, staring after him speechlessly as he strode to his truck. He waited for Greer to pull out of the parking lot before backing his truck up leaving Lisa still standing numbly by the car she was so proud of. She had always been too good to be seen in his truck, but not too good to pose for the pictures smoking weed and being fucked by two men at the same time with her husband watching. As he drove out of the parking lot he saw Shade sitting across the street on his big ass bike. Tate lifted two fingers to his hat tipping it forward in a salute. Shade nodded then started his bike, pulling out onto the street and accelerating out of sight.

Tate hadn’t questioned why Shade had offered the photos, too happy for the opportunity for his revenge against Lisa. He had a feeling it was for the same purpose different reason. Either way, the little girl that Lisa was fostering had spent her last night under her roof. They may have been at cross purposes, but both had achieved their goal.

“Damn.” He hated getting along with those fuckers, but for Sutton it had been worth the price of the weed he would be giving them for the next month. They had wanted two months free but Tate had Greer bargain them down after he had figured out they wanted the little girl away from Lisa.

Greer was a hell of a negotiator, he loved to argue, and he didn’t care who he pissed off. Tate started whistling as he drove home. He really needed to put a stop to Greer’s aggravating ways. He would get on it soon, but right now he was going home to Sutton. His hands curled over the steering wheel, gripping it tightly resisting the temptation to press down on the accelerator. Some things were too good to be true, and his life with Sutton made him realize how close he had came to never knowing true happiness. He had told her
if
was the most painful word in the dictionary and it was the truth.
If
she hadn’t came back…
if
Lyle hadn’t been murdered…
if
he hadn’t listened when his heart had told him he loved her. He was done looking back. From now on, the only
if
he had left to deal with was
if
he could ever get his ring on her finger and finally claim what was his.