No One to Trust (15 page)

Seeing his hand stroke over himself made her
want to do the same, but she knew he wouldn’t let her. Porter hated
to be out of control and right now he was so close to losing
it.

Reaching for him, she grabbed his shoulders
and pulled him to her as he repositioned himself in between her
legs. He didn’t test her slickness but he didn’t need to. As he
pushed inside her tight sheath she let out a pent up breath she
hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He filled her completely in a
way she hadn’t realized she’d needed.

Porter took Lizzy’s wrists, guiding them
above her head and held them there in an immovable grasp. When she
arched her back into him, he savored the feel of her nipples
brushing against his chest.

Right now he was on sensory overload. Just
looking at her lean, lithe body was enough to make him come. He
felt like a randy teenager again. When she’d made a move to put the
condom on him, he’d hated telling her no.

The thought of her long elegant fingers
wrapped around him…fuck yeah, he wanted that. But not now. Being
inside her was better than he’d fantasized about.

And yes, he had imagined. Though nothing
could have prepared him for the reality of having sexy-as-hell
Lizzy’s legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her.

Her eyes were heavy lidded, an expression of
pure bliss on her face as he held her arms above her head and moved
in and out of her body. Only a few inches separated their faces and
he couldn’t make himself do anything other than watch her
reaction.

Knowing he was too close and wanting to watch
her come again, he reached between their bodies with his free hand
and tweaked the sensitive bundle of nerves he’d enjoyed teasing
with his tongue earlier.

At the first stroke of his finger, she jerked
underneath him, changing the rhythm of their thrusts.

That’s right.

He wanted her to lose control again.
Increasing the pressure, he began circling her clit the faster he
drove inside her. When she pulled against his grip on her wrists
and her back bowed, he knew she was close.

Her inner walls constricted around him,
milking him tighter and tighter with each stroke. “Porter,” she
gasped out and he let her hands go.

Hearing his name on her lips did something
primal to him. After this he couldn’t walk away from her. If she
wanted to keep chasing her brother into shitty situations he’d be
right there with her. Walking away simply wasn’t an option
anymore.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as another
climax tore through her. She moaned out his name again and he
covered her mouth with his as his own orgasm hit fast and hard.
Holding on to her hips, he knew he’d leave a mark and the most
primitive part of him was glad.

Lizzy was his.

As he emptied himself into the condom, her
legs tightened around his waist, pulling him tight against her
until they both stilled, completely wrapped around one another.

Burying his head in her neck, he inhaled that
familiar tropical coconut lime scent he associated with her. It
always made him think of being on the beach. “Remind me why we
broke up again,” he murmured against her soft skin, bracing for her
answer and possible rejection.

She let out a long sigh and ran her fingers
down his back. She only stopped when she reached his butt. Her
fingers dug into his skin. “Because I’m an idiot.”

Surprised, he pulled back so he could see her
face. Now she placed her palms on his chest and continued before he
could say anything. “I pushed you away because of my brother.
I…didn’t want to admit you were right about him. I love Benny,
but…” She swallowed hard and looked away.

No way.
He wouldn’t let her pull away
from him. Not now. Gently he cupped her cheek, drawing her face
back toward him.

Her dark eyes glistened with unshed tears.
His throat tightened.
Shit.
Why was she crying? Porter
tensed, unsure what to do. “What’s wrong, honey?”

She swallowed hard again and batted away a
tear that strayed down her cheek. “I feel weird telling you all
this while you’re still inside me.”

Porter couldn’t help it. A bark of laughter
escaped, causing her to chuckle too. When she did, her inner walls
tightened around his half-hard cock. Around her he wondered if it
would ever go down again. In a few minutes he knew he’d be ready
again. Being inside her was only helping that along.

Though he hated doing it, he pulled out of
her and disposed of the condom in the nearby wastebasket. Just as
quickly he stretched out next to her and pulled her against him so
that her head was on his shoulder and her body was half on top of
him. Her dark hair pillowed over him. He tightened an arm around
her shoulders and stroked down her spine with his other hand. “Why
the tears, Lizzy?” he murmured against her hair.

She was silent a moment. “I push away
everyone because of Benny. I don’t mean to, it just happens.”

“Why? You have to know you’re only enabling
him.”

She sniffled once but nodded against his
chest, her hair tickling his chin. “When I was fourteen, my uncle
tried to rape me.”

Porter tensed at her blunt statement, his
entire body going still. He didn’t comment even though the thought
of someone hurting her like that shredded him.

“Benny was sixteen at the time and he stopped
him. My uncle had been…abusing Benny for years. Since he was eight.
He’d threatened to hurt our parents if Benny told anyone and he was
just a scared kid when the abuse began. But when our uncle came
after me, Benny lost it and attacked him. Santos and Javier had
moved out of the house by then—they were both in college at the
time—but they immediately came home ready to spill blood. My
parents refused to call the cops though. They wanted to keep it a
secret, not wanting to shame our family name. As if me and Benny
had done something wrong.”

Porter tightened his grip, hating her parents
just a little in that moment. “They let your uncle go?”

She let out a shuddering breath. “Yes. He was
never allowed in our lives again and they were very protective of
both of us after that—buying us whatever we wanted, as if
that
mattered—but they didn’t
do
anything. Benny was
distraught
. Our parents finally knew the truth and refused
to do anything about it because they were so consumed with our
family image. We were so young and had no one else to turn to. By
the time I turned eighteen and wanted to tell someone, the police,
I don’t know…it was too late. Our uncle was dead. Killed in a bar
fight. I thought that would give Benny some closure, but it didn’t.
Drugs don’t, gambling doesn’t. Nothing seems to fill that void in
him.”

“Has he tried counseling?” Porter asked
quietly, seeing her brother in a different light now.

“A couple times, but he never sticks with
it.” Her voice broke on the last word and Porter knew he wasn’t
imagining the wetness on his chest. She wasn’t making any overt
movements, but he could feel her crying.

“I’m sorry, honey. We’re going to get your
brother back, I promise.” Porter didn’t want to push her any
further so he just held her. He knew he shouldn’t make promises he
might not be able to keep, but he’d do whatever it took to get
Benny back for Lizzy.

Chapter 13

Lizzy opened her eyes to a wall of muscle and
a spicy scent that was all Porter. She hadn’t even realized she’d
dozed off. For a brief, terrifying moment she was afraid they’d
overslept and she hadn’t called Orlando in time, but then she
realized the sun was still shining through the sheer curtain.

“You awake?” Porter murmured against the top
of her head.

“Mm hmm.” She nodded against his chest and
shifted closer, savoring the feel of her breasts rubbing against
his naked body since she was half-draped over his chest.

His hand strayed down her spine and kept
going until he possessively cupped her butt.

“How long was I asleep?” she asked, starting
to stir.

“Ten minutes.”

She pushed out a relieved breath. They still
had time to kill before she had to call Orlando. But first she
needed to find out what she was even supposed to say to him. Porter
had told her Grant would be coming over to hash out a plan with
them. As she started to ask Porter about that, he shifted and
reached down until he grabbed her hips.

Moving lightning quick, he moved her until
she straddled him. Pushing up on his chest she stared down at him.
“What are you doing?” Her hair slid over her chest, covering most
of her breasts.

Frowning, he swept her hair to the side and
cupped her breasts in a very proprietary manner. “What does it look
like?”

Her inner walls clenched as he began to
lightly strum her nipples with his thumbs, but when she heard a
door shut downstairs she froze.

Porter didn’t even pause. He practically
tossed her onto the mattress and hurried for his gun. The man
didn’t even put on clothes as he grabbed it and headed for the
bedroom door.

It was probably wrong, but a very small part
of her practically drooled watching the way his butt muscles flexed
as he moved. The second that thought hit, so did a fresh bolt of
terror. Scrambling from the bed she began struggling into her jeans
as Porter quietly opened the door.

“Damn it Grant,” he muttered and lowered his
weapon.

Grant?
Crap. Lizzy grabbed her T-shirt
and tugged it on. She figured Grant had an idea that something
might have been going on between her and Porter but they hadn’t
actually admitted anything. And she knew Grant would tell Harrison
if he saw them in this state together. Something she didn’t even
want to think about dealing with right now.

“Hold on—” Porter struggled to keep the door
shut, but it popped open and Grant just stood there with a half
grin on his face.

“I knew you two were together. Mara denied it
but she’s very good at evading questions…” He shook his head and
his grin grew even bigger. “So, wedding bells in the near future
for you two?”

Wedding bells? Oh, God. She and Porter had
just slept together for the first time. Thinking about anything
else right now just made her head hurt. Feeling incredibly awkward,
Lizzy ignored him and looked down to make sure all her clothes were
in place. Porter was still freaking naked but he was grabbing for
his clothes and cursing under his breath at his brother.

“Get the fuck out of here, Grant. We’ll be
downstairs in a sec.”

“You could say thank you for
this
.” He
held up two bags. “More clothes for both of you. Mara picked out
the stuff for you this time,” Grant said to her.

Feeling embarrassed with Porter’s state of
undress and her no doubt rumpled appearance, Lizzy held her hand
out to Grant. “Which one is mine?”

After he handed her one, she mumbled
something about freshening up and hurried from the room. She wanted
to shower, brush her teeth and God willing, put on a fresh pair of
underwear. Hopefully Mara had included some freaking undergarments
for her since Grant certainly hadn’t included any last time. The
thought of him buying her any was weird anyway so it was just as
well that he hadn’t.

Once alone in the room next to Porter’s, she
sagged against the back of the door. She wasn’t sure exactly what
was going on with her and Porter but she knew she didn’t want to
walk away from him and what had developed between them. She’d
opened up to him more than she ever had to anyone. Why had Grant
had to bring up anything to do with a wedding? It had probably made
Porter uncomfortable. She’d never thought much about marriage
before, but the thought of Porter putting a ring on her finger made
her cheeks flush and her body grow hot… She groaned. Damn Grant and
his big mouth.

Sighing, she shoved a hand through her
tangled hair before peering into the bag. There would be time
enough to worry about their relationship later. Right now they just
needed to focus on getting her brother back.

Chapter 14

Porter watched Lizzy out of the corner of his
eye. They were both sitting in the backseat of an SUV owned by Red
Stone Security and heading for the meeting spot with Orlando. The
majority of the drive had been in tense silence, not that he blamed
her. She just wanted her brother back. He knew that in roughly ten
or so minutes, she was going to be very angry with him. But there
wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Or he wouldn’t, even if he could.

Bringing in Grant and the Miami PD was the
only option. Once Lizzy had given the notebook to Grant, he’d made
a decision and brought his direct boss into the fold. Vice had
wanted to bring down Alberto Salas for years, but with him dead,
Orlando would be just as good for them. Drugs ran in and out of
Miami on a daily basis but most of the big distributors didn’t live
in the city. They wanted Orlando behind bars.

Orlando’s notebook had a lot of damning
information on others in the same business. If those individuals
found out about Orlando’s book someone would definitely come after
him. But the info wasn’t enough to arrest him for anything because
they technically couldn’t tie it to him. It wasn’t as if he’d put
his name and phone number in the front advertising it belonged to
him. And it hadn’t been obtained legally. With the new information
they had on him, they’d be able to shake him up a bit and
eventually use the book against him. But no one wanted to wait. Now
that Benny was being held hostage the cops had the chance to catch
Orlando in the act of committing a crime. Kidnapping was a serious
offense.

Unfortunately Lizzy believed that the cops
were going to let her go to the meeting place with Orlando. They
needed her cooperation because they needed her to call Orlando. So
they’d lied to her. And so had Porter.