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“What in the world are you doing?” I ask confused.

“Making sure that I can see every inch of this beautiful body that I’ve missed,” he says before jumping on the bed, and ravishing every inch of my body just like he promised.

Chapter Fourteen

Porter

Against my wishes, I am trudging across the strip of lawn between our homes. I need to get home before Kayla. I push open the front door and my jaw clenches, as I slam the door shut, rattling the pictures on the wall.

“What in the actual hell is happening here?” I grit out.

“Oh my god! Uncle Porter!” Kayla jumps off Eric and tries to run to the other side of the couch. The kid, smartly, gets up and turns to face me like a man.

“Get the fuck out of my house, kid.” I yell at him.

“No! Uncle Porter, stop it. We were just kissing!” Kayla yells.

“Kissing, and sitting on top of him with his hand under your shirt! I don’t think so. Get. Out. Now.” I seethe.

The front door opens, and I see the angel I just left behind walking in, out of breath.

“What is going on, Kayla? Why did you text me 911?” She asks clearly concerned that someone ishurt. Her eyes are roaming everyone looking for what could be wrong.

“What’s going on?” I ask rhetorically. “I’ll tell you. This one here had his hand up her shirt! Copping a feel and making out on my couch.” I point at Eric, who is shaking like a leaf, and red from the tip of his head down his chest.

“Oh jeeze, Porter. Can we talk on the porch for a minute?” I follow her outside to the porch, and leave the door open a crack.

“This is a bit dramatic don’t you think?” Addy looks at me with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dramatic? Are you -” I’m speechless.

“Yes. Dramatic. No, it’s not something you want to see. No, it’s not something that you want to happen. But dramatic none the less. Look at this poor kid!” She points to Eric through the window. “Go upstairs and I’ll handle this,” she says.

“What?” I ask dumbfounded again. How the hell is she so calm?

“Go.” She says with a finality in her voice, but softens it with a kiss to my lips.

I grumble to myself all the way to my room and slam my way through turning on the shower like a pissed off kid who got grounded.

After about ten minutes of stewing in the shower, I climb out and dry off. When I open the door I find Addy sitting on my bed, smiling.

“Is that fu- kid gone?” I ask her.

Laughing she answers, “No. He isn’t. But they are fully clothed and watching a movie on your couch.I might have pointed out the security camera under the TV that will pretty much guarantee it won’t be happening again.”

“Oh God! Baby. I forgot about that camera. I can’t- ugh, please delete any recordings.” I say handing her my phone.

She finds this whole situation hysterical. “Porter, do you remember that first night you worked up the courage to go under my shirt?”

“Yes, that was the best night of my life.” I say smirking, trying to figure out where she’s going with this.

“Yea, well, you didn’t think it was so great when my dad came out on the porch and caught you. And you were shaking just like Eric.” She stares at me, raising her eyebrows, waiting for me to make the connection.

“Fuck. You’re right. I need to apologize, don't I?” I ask, regretting the fact that I already know the answer.

She nods her head, and climbs into my lap. “You do. You should probably go now. I can’t be held responsible for anything I do with only that towel on your waist.” Her eyes roam my chest, down my abs, and she stops at the towel.

“I like that much better.” I pout.

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