“Because she’s there!”
“No. Because I’m there. I don’t want you in my house.”
“But you want her in your house.”
“Yes. I want her in my house. I want her in my bed. I want her, period.”
Charlotte slides to the edge of the bed and pulls her gown up her thighs. “You rather have her when I’ll let you fuck me any way you want? Even if I let you fuck me in the ass like before?”
I did not fuck her in the ass. That is not my thing. “You have me confused with someone else.”
“I remember it well.”
Someone else stretched that one out. It wasn’t me.
“Doesn’t matter. You have nothing that interests me. Frankee’s the only woman for me.”
“You weren’t saying that when your cock was buried inside me.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Why can’t you see that we could be a happy family? You. Me. And Katherine.”
“Katherine?”
“Yes. I want to name our daughter Katherine after your mother.”
“How do you know my mother’s name?”
“I know lots of things.”
“You’re creepy as fuck.”
“Don’t ever call me creepy!” she screams.
I turn and say nothing else before walking out the door.
My phone alerts me to another text from Charlotte.
Charlotte: I need you to come see me.
Porter: I have a job. I’m working.
Charlotte: Come after work.
Porter: No.
Charlotte: Why not?
Porter: I don’t want to.
Charlotte: Because of her.
Porter: Yes. Because of her.
Porter: Stop texting me.
“Is that her again?”
“Isn’t it always?”
Charlotte is annoying as fuck, but nothing she’s done is illegal. I can’t file any kind of complaint or restraining order against a pregnant woman on bed rest. Especially when she’s pregnant with my child and dependent upon me to drive her to the doctor because she has no one else who will do it. Not even her low-down, sorry mother.
“Power off your phone for a little while. If someone needs you, they’ll call the front desk and Molly will transfer them.”
If I want to keep my sanity, I’m going to have to turn off all communication with her for a while.
I toss my phone on the desk after the screen goes black. “Done.”
Frankee comes to me and tugs on my hands. “Come on. Let’s go to the condo and I’ll help you decompress from this pressure and anxiety you’re feeling.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
Frankee wraps her arms around me from behind while I put the key in the deadbolt. She slides her hand into the front of my jeans and grasps my cock, sliding up and down my length. “Mmm… damn, girl. That feels good.”
“An all-natural stress reliever.”
“Ooh, yeah.”
I push the door open and turn so she’s in my arms. I grab her waist, pulling her hard against me, and we stumble through the doorway. “I want you in my bed right now.”
“No other place I’d rather be.”
I walk backward, kissing her the whole way while removing our clothes. We’re both naked by the time we make it to the bed. “I need to be in control, Frankee.”
My life is spiraling out of control. I need to take charge where I can.
“Anything you want.”
“Get up there. Hands and knees.”
She crawls onto the bed, and I can’t resist smacking her naked ass. “Face the headboard.”
I crawl over her from behind when she’s in place and press my lips to the back of her neck, scattering kisses on her skin. My teeth graze the skin there, and chills erupt over her body.
She’s squirming beneath me, rubbing her ass from side to side against my erection. I smack her ass again to remind her. “I’m in control.”
She giggles. “Yes, sir.”
Yes, sir. I like that a lot.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. I’m yours, Porter. Always.”
I place a kiss against her shoulder. “Mmm… you’re so precious to me, Frankee. My treasure. But I’m about to fuck you so hard.”
“Just what a girl wants to hear.”
We both simultaneously jolt at the sound of Charlotte’s voice. Frankee dives toward the head of the bed to yank the sheet over both of us. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
Shock. Disbelief. Fury. Those are the words that come to mind when I try to describe’s Frankee’s expression right now.
Frankee lies on her back and stares at the ceiling. “I cannot believe this.”
“I said how the fuck did you get in here?”
“The door was unlocked.”
“Why are you at my condo after I’ve told you never to come here again?”
“You stopped returning my texts. I called the brewery, and Molly told me you’d stepped out. I thought I’d try here. But I wouldn’t have if I’d known you were fucking her.” Charlotte screams the last two words “fucking her” so loudly that I’m sure everyone in the building heard her.
“You can’t just walk into my house.”
“You let her.”
“Because she’s my girlfriend. What part of that do you not understand?” This is dumb. So fucking dumb. I shouldn’t have to keep telling her this over and over.
“I’m the mother of your child. That trumps girlfriend.”
“No, it doesn’t, and it never will. You need to leave. Now.”
“I can’t. I’m so upset now that I’m having contractions. I need to lie down.”
Frankee lifts her head and looks at Charlotte. Her expression says make one move toward this bed and I will beat the hell out of you, pregnant or not.
“You’re having contractions because you’re supposed to be at home on the couch and not out running around.”
“I had no choice. You wouldn’t text me or answer my calls.”
I’m struggling with deciding if Charlotte is crazy or dumb. Because none of her decisions make sense.
“How did you get here?”
“Taxi.”
“You’re not staying here. We’re taking you home, and you’re going to get on the couch and keep your ass there.”
“She’s not coming.”
“She is coming. Because I’m done being alone with you after that last stunt you tried to pull.”
That gains Frankee’s full attention. “What stunt?”
I didn’t want to tell her about Charlotte trying to tempt me with s
ex, but we’re approaching a point where I have no choice. I’m not sure what she’ll try with me. “You and I will talk about that after we drop her off.”
Charlotte laughs. “Porter loved fucking me in the ass. He said he’d never had his cock squeezed so tight before. I told him he could fuck it again if he wanted. Anytime. It’s an open-ended offer.”
Frankee looks at me and I shake my head. “I swear that did not happen.”
“Oh, Frankee. Does he not do that with you? Because you’re not much of a girlfriend if you’re not giving him the backdoor action he needs. It’s what he loves.”
Frankee leaves the bedroom, collecting her clothes from the floor, with me close on her heels. “Stop, baby.”
I grasp her arms and hold her in place. “Don’t let her get to you. You know she’s crazy.”
“She may be crazy. But at this rate I may very well be crazy too by the time this baby is born.”
“She sees you get upset and she interprets that as a weakness in our relationship. I know you’re pissed off, but we have to show her that she hasn’t found a way to breach our walls. That our love is as strong as it’s ever been.”
“I know. I know. You’re right.”
Frankee yanks her clothes on while walking to the bedroom door. “Hey clusterfuck. Get your ass in the truck. We’re taking you back to tu casa.”
It’s Ava and Dillyn’s last weekend in Tuscaloosa before they move to Austin. There’s no way I’d let my besties leave without spending time with them, but I feel so guilty for leaving Porter behind to deal with clusterfuck.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me?”
“I like Ava and Dillyn but this should be a girls’ weekend.”
“They won’t mind if you come. I promise.”
“It’s okay. I haven’t done anything with Tap and Stout in a while. Maybe I’ll get together with them.”
It’s been two weeks since Charlotte’s last stunt. We’re due for another shenanigan at any time. “I’m a little afraid of what clusterfuck will try to pull while I’m gone.”
“Don’t worry. I can handle anything she throws my way.”