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Porter
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I ENTER THE GYM IN our basement for some yoga to center me before the long night shift that’s in store for me at the hospital.
I’m surprised to find Magnolia running on the treadmill. She’s used it some during the winter but now that spring is arriving again in Silver Springs I know that she prefers to run outside.
I stand there looking at her for a minute and I’m almost distracted by the way her perfect ass looks in the spandex leggings she’s wearing, by the perfect curve of her waist, her firm tits, bouncing only slightly as she runs. Her delicate neck looks so inviting, glistening with sweat and the urge to move aside a strand of hair that has escaped her ponytail to run my lips all over that neck is hard to resist.
But my lust fueled perusal doesn’t stop me from noticing the tension in her shoulders and the rhythmic, almost hypnotic way her feet pound on the treadmill tells me that this is a ‘stress run’.
In the six months we’ve been living together, I’ve noticed that whenever Magnolia feels overwhelmed by something, running is her outlet.
“Hey.” She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder and slowing down the treadmill until she comes to a complete stop.
“Hey yourself,” I murmur taking her in my arms when she steps off the machine and comes closer.
“I’m sweaty,” she warns me and I run a hand down the side of her face, smoothing a couple of stray wisps of blonde hair.
“You still smell good ... sexy.” I reassure her, nuzzling under her ear and starting to think that maybe yoga can wait and I should make Magnolia feel better before I go to work.
She smiles, placing a soft, close mouthed kiss on my lips but I can still feel the tension radiating off of her.
“What’s up, sexy girl? I can see that something’s worrying you. If this is still about Frank and the glitter, I wouldn’t worry too much. What Calluna told us about the batch of vaccine being recalled checks out. I called that friend of mine who’s a vet and he confirmed it. Also, Blake heard a couple of his colleagues at the station talking about their pets having the same problem. Strangely enough, they all bought those pets from Beastly Beasts too. But aside from their poops looking all sparkly, it seems that the animals are healthy and perfectly normal.”
Magnolia tightens her arms around my waist and her head comes to rest on my chest. I relish the feeling of her finding comfort in my arms, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make this woman happy.
“It’s not Frank, babe. Although, I’m glad to hear that he isn’t the only dog pooping glitter in town.”
“Then what’s worrying you?” I ask, suddenly worried that she might have second thoughts about “us”. The four of us. I mean, she looks happy but in the last couple of days, I’ve noticed how she’s been throwing some odd glances at us when we’re all together.
“I was gonna tell you tomorrow night after Hiroshi’s grand opening, so it would be all of us together. It’s been hard to catch you three all at the same time all week.”
Her words and the tone of her voice do nothing to reassure me and I pull my girlfriend back to look into her bright green eyes. I should probably wait until she’s comfortable talking but I know myself and there’s no way I’ll be able to pull a night shift if my head isn’t in the game and devoid from distractions.
“Have we done anything wrong? I told Blake a billion times to come in quieter when he gets home from a night shift, I—”
“No, P.,” she reassures me. “You guys haven’t done anything wrong. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you three. You’re all so kind and funny and hot. You put up with me and my klutziness ...”
She lowers her gaze and I’m confused. If we aren’t the problem, then what’s wrong?
“Magnolia, you’re perfect. If anything, you put up with us and our bickering and constant ribbing. I promise you that’s the way we express our love to one another. We’re like brothers and often we behave like idiots. If our goofing around and our pranks are too much, I can talk to the others.”
She giggles. “No, babe. You guys make me laugh and I love the way you are with each other. It’s me. I’m a mess and I always end up in stupid situations.”
She tells me about her mom’s planned visit next weekend and I relax, reassured that she isn’t thinking about dumping us.
Magnolia has a tense relationship with her mother, she told me many times how she feels like she’s constantly disappointing her parents, always falling short of their sky-high expectations.
“She’s invited herself to stay here, with us, and to Jen’s engagement party after she began stalking your mom on social media.”
I run a soothing hand over the side of her face. “Did Mom, meddle? It wasn’t her place to invite anyone to that party, even if she’s hosting it.”
Magnolia shakes her head. “No, your mom had no choice but to invite her. Trust me, Harriet Kinsella always gets her way.” She takes a shuddering breath, looking at me again. “I never told her about ‘us’. She thinks I’m dating just you. I don’t know how I’ll ever fess up. And I should’ve known better. I thought that if she knew I had a suitable boyfriend, a doctor, she would stop hounding me about my ex getting married. I was hoping that would buy me some time before we had to go to Georgia to visit. But she got so excited that she decided to come here. She’s never come to Silver Springs in the three years I’ve been living here, Porter. She’ll be livid when she finds out that I’m not dating just you. She’s already blown a gasket at the idea that we live together. She’s so ... old fashioned and proper.”
I don’t want to make things worse but maybe Magnolia hasn’t thought this through. “But if now your mom’s on social media, she must have seen photos of you with Max and Blake. There’s no misunderstanding the nature of your relationship with them.”
She sighs. “No. When your mother told me that Mom had friended her on all social media, I panicked and I rejected all her friend requests and blocked her. Thankfully she’s always snubbed social media before, so she has no clue of what I post.”
I consider her words with my eyes trained on hers. “We’ll find a way. Maybe Max and Blake could move in with my mom while yours is here?”
Magnolia shakes her head, determination seeping into her expression. “No. I already told her that we have roommates. But you know what, Porter? I’m blooming done trying to be this perfect southern belle that she wants to flaunt with all her hypocritical friends. I’m not ashamed of loving you, Max and Blake. Plus, we tried to keep quiet about our relationship with your families and how did that work out for us?”
I smile. “Well fuck, in all fairness that was Mom’s fault. She outed us, so she made that choice for us. But you’re right that our relationship is nothing to be ashamed about. Maybe your mom will accept it like our parents have?”
Magnolia laughs but it’s a bitter, sarcastic sound. “You haven’t met my mother. I’m not too worried about what she’ll say to me when she finds out. I’ve made peace with the fact that I’ll never please her, no matter what I do or don’t do. I’m my own person and I’m an adult now, so if she’s too horrified with the way I live my life, then I’m perfectly ok with it. I’m afraid that once you’ve met her, you guys will see me the way she does, as this klutzy, inadequate girl that she couldn’t mold into anything acceptable. And you’ll see how much more you guys could have.”
I immediately dislike Magnolia’s parents for making her feel inadequate. “Magnolia, that’ll never happen. I can speak for Max and Blake too when I guarantee you that. I feel sorry for your mom, because she can’t see what we see. The beautiful dreamer, compassionate, funny, super hot woman we fell in love with. Even my own mother saw that.”
My hands skim down her naked shoulders and my eyes are immediately drawn to her tits. I trace the outer edges of their perfect shape under the thin fabric of her tank top and when her nipples harden under my gaze, my cock does the exact same thing in my shorts. I drag my lips to the column of her neck and begin to lower the spaghetti straps of her top. “You make me so fucking hard, Magnolia. And that’s actually weird because it’s never happened to me while I was talking about my mom.”
My goofy joke has the desired effect and she giggles, stepping further into my embrace and lifting my t-shirt with gentle hands. As my mouth closes around one of her nipples, she gasps closing her eyes and moaning softly when I graze her with my teeth.
I came here to use the last hour before I have to go to work doing yoga but I can think of a better way to relax. I drop down to my knees on the yoga mat I had brought with me dragging Magnolia with me.
My lips never leave her skin and I kiss and lick a path down to the waistband of her leggings, tasting the salt on her skin mixed with her normally sweet taste.
As I begin lowering her leggings while running my tongue on the sensitive skin below her belly button, she grabs me by my hair, dragging me back up to eye level.
“I know we don’t have much time, P.. You need to go to work soon. So for as much as I’d love it if you went down on me ... I need to feel you inside me.”
Her voice is dripping with desire and what can I say? The part of me that’s directly involved with being inside of her, swells and hardens even more at her breathy request.
My fingers hook in the stretchy fabric of her shorts and I lower them down, dragging her panties off too.
“You’re so perfect, Magnolia.” I growl, dragging her completely down on the yoga mat with me and hovering over her, biting the soft skin at the base of her neck. “So fucking beautiful.”
And she’s sexily, greedily impatient as she makes quick work of sliding my shorts down my hips and grabs the base of my shaft, guiding me toward her wet heat.
I inhale sharply at the first contact with her smooth, bare skin, as my tip barely nudges her entrance. I could come just like this, just by feeling how soft and wet she is for me.
Her eyes bore into mine, her pupils blown so huge with her excitement that they almost totally obscure the vibrant green of her irises.
She brushes her lips against mine, coaxing me closer and I can’t and don’t want to resist her call any longer. I enter her with one single, smooth thrust, tightening my jaw at how silky and warm she feels around my hard cock.
She hooks her arms around my neck and that’s my cue to start moving in and out of her, grinding my hips every time I plunge deep into her.
It doesn’t take long to build a steady, intoxicating rhythm as she meets each of my thrusts by bucking her hips against me, seeking the most friction, trying to draw me inside of her as deeply as humanly possible.
I love the way her eyes stay on mine, never shying away, as if this thing we’re doing is as much about seeing inside her soul as it is about possessing her body.
Looking into her eyes like this is so sexy that I can’t help but want more, go deeper.
I shift slightly on the mat grabbing both her legs and resting them on my shoulders. That gives me better, deeper access as my thrusts become harder.
I hold onto her legs, keeping them in place as everything else around us disappears and I’m drawn into her gaze and into her, pounding inside of her with wild abandon.
“Porter, don’t stop. Right there,” she begs pulling me closer and kissing me desperately and I’d never dare to stop, not when I feel her tighten around me, her inner walls spasming and hugging me tighter and tighter.
“Fuck, I’m—” I don’t even have time to say that that’s it as my orgasm takes me completely by surprise. I feel this sharp burst of sensation at the base of my spine as my balls tighten. The instant before I explode inside of her is pleasurable and painful at the same time because a part of me doesn’t want this to be over and I try to resist but I know it’s futile.
I hold her tighter, spilling inside of her with my forehead buried in her neck. My hips slow down their movements when it’s over, a delicious, tingling numbness spreading from head to toe.
We lie there and I keep her in my arms, there’s no other place in the world I’d rather be right now.
“Hmm, that was ...” she murmurs and I band my arms tighter around her.
“I know,” I say, reluctant to move even one muscle because if perfection existed, I think it’s definitely this. “I don’t wanna go to work.” she giggles at my protest.
“I don’t want you to go either but you have to, or you’ll be late.”