Chapter 19

19

PORTER

A fter our passionate lovemaking, I luxuriated in my surroundings. I didn't want to invite myself over without precedent, but she had traveled all the way from Nashville to see me. I didn't quite know how to ask if I could spend the night, so I just assumed that I could until she told me otherwise.

I turned on the television, wrapping one arm around Gina, still naked above the covers. I had no idea what to watch. There had been a television at the treatment center, but it had been reserved for PG-13 movies and house-hunting shows. I flicked around a little bit, remembering the lie I had told Mr. Matthews. It looked like I did find a TV after all.

"Is there something you want to watch?" I asked her, gazing down at her beautiful head against my chest.

"No," she said.

One of those drug commercials came on, listing the side effects against a backdrop of a happy couple playing with their dog. "Why are there so many drug commercials?" I asked.

"I don't know."

I switched the television off. "Sorry." I snuggled down on the mattress, turning to face her so my nose was against her nose. "I got carried away with the luxury of your hotel room."

She giggled. "You need to find a better apartment."

I nodded. "You're right. But for that, I need more money."

"Next time I come, I want to stay at your place," she sighed.

"I live on the third floor," I said, transferring my weight to my hands and sliding on top of her. "We might annoy the people below us."

"Let them be annoyed." She kissed me, her eyes full of joy.

"Easy for you to say." I nuzzled her neck. "You don't have to live with them."

We relaxed for a few more minutes, canoodling on the bed before things became serious again. After kissing passionately and feeling every inch of her soft skin that I could reach, I gently pushed her against the bed and topped her, taking her from behind. I gripped the bedpost with one hand and reached under for one of her gorgeous breasts, grinding into her soft flesh. She was extremely wet for me once again, and thrusting into her softness was a feeling I knew I wouldn't get tired of. Combined with the sound of her voice calling out my name and eliciting sweet moans, it wasn't long until I unleased another load of my hot liquid into her.

After the second coupling, we fell asleep together, exhausted and spent. I woke up as the sun peeked, bright yellow between the drapes. Reaching around Gina, I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was only seven; I had an hour and a half before I had to be at work.

I thought about using that time to go home and get changed. But I had an extra work shirt in my locker, and a couple more minutes with Gina were worth more than a clean shirt. I woke her gently, shaking her shoulder. She blinked, recognition coming slowly and, with it, a smile. I kissed her good morning, sliding a finger from her shoulder to her waist and back up the crest of her hip.

The detritus of our lovemaking lay all around us, comforter rumpled on the floor, clothes cast off all over the place. I felt my groin swell again.

"Would you like to take a shower?" I offered, deciding to kill two birds with one stone. Shower sex was something I definitely couldn't do in my own place; the other tenants would be furious.

She rolled over and murmured her agreement. I rolled off the bed, coming around to her side and scooping her up. She laughed, flinging her arms around me for balance. I carried her five steps into the bathroom and set her on the floor.

Her hair was frazzled, knotted in the back and spiking out in odd angles. My dick was hard, pointing toward her like a hound scenting its prey. I laughed, turning away from the spectacle in the mirror.

I drew the curtain and started the water, turning to Gina while I waited for the temperature to rise. She ducked out from underneath me and leaned over the sink, brushing her teeth. I leaned against the counter to watch her, feeling protective and adoring all at the same time.

Who would have imagined just over three weeks ago, that prim and proper Nurse Gina would be standing naked beside me in a hotel bathroom, brushing her teeth so that we could make love? She offered me the toothbrush when she was done, and I took it without reservation. I rinsed my mouth out, tasting mint, and went back to check on the shower.

Holding her hand, I helped her into the tub. We took our time, washing every inch of each other's bodies with the little hotel soaps. She got down on her knees, running her hands down my sides to hold steady and took every inch of myself in her sweet mouth. I groaned loudly, holding my hands on both sides of her head and gently squeezed her hair, slightly willing myself deeper into her throat. As her tongue lapped up all sides of my cock and I felt closer to release, I picked her up, quickly turning her around to face the wall and crushed into her sopping wetness. We quickly came together, our juices mixing together, running with the water down the drain. It was like we had been made for each other. All the careful flirting without flirting of the first three weeks erupted in a landslide of carnal pleasure. We didn't have to say anything; just being together was enough.

I had never experienced anything like this before. With my last girlfriend, it had been hot and heavy, but as soon as it was over, it was over. I had felt no desire to linger, to talk, to cuddle or caress each other afterward. But Gina was different. With her, I didn't want to leave. I could have spent the whole day in that hotel room, doing nothing but making her happy. I wished I didn't have to go to work and wondered what she would do all day without me.

I just assumed we would get together again once I had finished my shift but was grateful to hear her say so as we both retrieved our clothing.

"When do you get off?" she asked.

"Six," I said.

"You want to have dinner again?"

"Sure." I strung my belt through its loops.

"Your place tonight," she said ruefully. "I want to see where you live."

I sighed. "It's not as nice as this place."

"I don't care." She found my shirt in one corner and tossed it to me.

I shrugged into it, straightening the collar. "Okay. I'll text you the address."

She kissed me, grabbing two fists full of my shirt and hauling me to her. I laughed, losing my balance and putting a hand against the wall to steady myself. The kiss was hot, and I thought I felt another stirring of the beast down below. I pried myself away, afraid that if I stayed any longer, I would have to take another shower.

At work, all my buddies could tell I had gotten laid. They were joking and catcalling as soon as I walked in the door. I changed shirts at my locker but not in time to hide from Derrick. He came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulders.

"Get lucky last night?" he asked.

I shrugged him off, tucking my head into the work shirt. "Get lost."

"I know that smile," he said, pointing a finger at me as he walked away.

Even Derrick, it seemed, was aware of the bro code, that every conquest deserves a celebration. Luckily, he didn't actually give a shit about me and didn't ask any follow-up questions. I had a harder time dodging Mr. Matthews.

"How's that TV working out for you?" my boss asked over lunch.

"Fine." I grinned, feeling a slight pang of guilt about what Mr. Matthews would think if he knew what I'd really been up to last night and with whom.