ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) (10 page)

“Fuck you Ricco this is no joke,” I say burying my head in the mattress.

“No, no it’s not.”

He slams in again but this time he doesn’t still, he fucks me. He fucks me hard, so hard I know I am going to be bruised. So hard I know I’ll not be able to walk without feeling him. So hard I know this one, I’ll never forget.

His body slumps over mine as he continues to fuck me. His lips are against the back of my head and with each thrust he says things like, “Fuck yes. So good. Knew it would be. Awe fuck Kat. Years, waited years for this. So. Worth. It.”

I throw my head back as I start to come again. “Stop, oh Jesus I can’t.”

“It’s Kat and Ricco,” he says pulling out of me and flipping me over like I am a rag doll. He grabs my ankles and steps in so his knees hit the end of the bed.

He grabs his cock and strokes it as he lines himself up for another attack.

“Tell me you want more.”

Looking up at him he seems softer than he did when he was behind me. It’s his eyes, his eyes are softer, more concerned.

He wipes his hand across his forehead and sighs.

“I need in Kat.”

I nod, he mouths ‘thank you’ and then as soon as he is inside me he’s all hard, all rough, and all badass again.

“Better than Harvard?” he asks while pounding into me.

“Fuck yes,” I say loudly. “Fuck. Yes.”

“Good to know.”

He slows down his pace and I feel him expand inside of me.

“I’m gonna come inside of you,” he hisses. “Fill you up.”

I grip the sheets and he leans forward and I swear the inability to breathe is because I am sure his cock is lodged in my windpipe from inside.

“You’re a beautiful woman Kat,” he groans as he thrusts in and tenses. “So fucking beautiful.”

The aftershock of the tsunami of cum from Mt. Ricco causes a chain reaction and I come apart… again.

RICCO

What the fuck was that? I ask myself. I have never come so hard in my life. If it had been in her mouth, I swear I would have drown her.

Would have been cool to see me spilling out of her Ivy League mouth.

Fucking Kat and Harvard?

I pull out and step back. She rolls over and her ass is in the air, her legs are trembling and my handprint is on her little peach of an ass.

Her body slumps down on the mattress and she moans.

Girl doesn’t workout a day in her life but that ass, mmm, fucking peach is edible.

She is panting, I am panting and she looks over her shoulder and scowls.

I give it back.

She whimpers as she rolls to her side and I take a great deal of pride in it. She’s still feeling me, will be for days.

She gives me the finger and I can’t help but chuckle.

“I swear to you if I stand up and my insides fall on the ground because of the gaping hole that I assume is between my legs…”

I grab her ankle, flip her on her back and pull her leg to the side. “No gaping hole Kat, just a whole lot of me.”

She kicks her leg free and sits up.

Now she looks a little less pissed and I’m thinking a little hurt.

Fuck.

She stands up and her knees press together.

I grab her up and stomp into the bathroom as she smacks at me and tells me to put her down.

I step into her tub that is not made for two and turn on the shower.

“What the hell are you doing?” She wiggles free and stands.

“Taking care of my mess.”

I grab her smelly shower gel, one of five in the damn tub and squeeze it in my hand, reach between her legs and rub gently.

“I’m capable,” she says rolling her eyes.

I grab the back of her head and pull it to my chest. “Shut the fuck up and let me.”

She doesn’t pull away, she lets me.

“How many times did you come?” I whisper.

“How many times did you?” She jerks her head up and looks at me all pissed off.

I smirk. “Fuck, I gotta be honest I’m pretty sure that was a double, maybe a triple. Your pussy, fuck Kat.”

“Yeah well your cock,” she looks to the side away from me, like she’s embarrassed, “fuck Ricco.”

Her eyes dart back to mine and then away, she’s gauging my reaction.

“That was Ricco and Kat at their finest,” I say and kiss her cheek.

She sighs. “Well, I guess.”

I squeeze her pussy in my hand just enough to get a reaction. “You guess?”

She shrugs.

“You ever had better?” I ask.

“Have you?” she asks laughing.

“Honestly, not that I can remember.” She seems to like that answer. “So, I just stroked your ego, you gonna return the favor?”

“Pfft, if I do your head will get so big, you’ll be stuck in this tub.”

“I have places to be Kat.” I rinse my body off quickly and then turn us so she’s in front of the spraying water.

She reaches up and grabs the shower head attached to a metal hose.

“Then go,” she says as she sprays her body down.

I turn her and grab the nozzle from her and spray between her legs. Her eyes close and her jaw tightens.

“Holy shit, does that-”

“Get. Out,” she says and her eyes open.

“No fucking way. That-”

“Ricco, you need to get ready, I have things to do.”

“It’s coming down,” I say handing the sprayer back to her.

“Like hell it is.” She turns her back to me. I smack her ass playfully. “Out.”

“Like that ass a lot Kat,” I say and smack it again.

“Out.” I smack it again and now she laughs. “Would you leave it alone and get out.”

I bite my lower lip and shake my head still eyeing her ass. “I’m staying tonight and fucking the sass and back talk out of you.”

I step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry off.

“Where’s Natalia?” she asks from the shower.

“With Momma Joe.”

She looks out from behind the unicorn shower curtain. “Did you go out last night?”

“Did you?”

She slips back behind it. “Yep.”

“Yep.”

I like that she asked and I liked it even more that she seemed bent when I said yes.

When she comes out in a little red kimono like robe I am dressed in a damn suit and struggling with my tie.

“Let me,” she says and walks over and ties it in less than a minute.

“Learn that at Harvard?” I ask.

“No, my Dad,” she answers as she straightens the tie.

“Cool.”

She nods. “You look good in a suit.”

“I know,” I say turning toward the mirror and she smacks my back. “Momma Joe, Nat, and I picked it up last night, while I was out.”

I look in the mirror and she looks up, now a little less tension is in her eyes.

“Cool,” she says and grabs her shorts.

“You have fun last night when you went out?” I ask.

“Yeah, we had dinner on the pier.” She looks up. “Darby, the Mom-ster, and I.”

“Cool.” I nod.

***

The receiving line is never ending. Louisa is standing in the front in a dark green dress with a black veil on.

The dress is skin tight and completely inappropriate for a church, but she’s not alone. The line of women here to pay their respect is full of the same sort of attire. Doesn’t matter, they loved that woman. Her and my mom fed more than half of them and their children when their own parents were too fucked up to or still playing gang banger at an age the shit just ain’t cool anymore.

Natalia is on my lap in the back pew coloring in a book of drawings she snagged from Kat’s place. Wasn’t gonna have her here, but Momma Joe said she thought it would help her get closure.

I’m no woman so I don’t think like one. From where I stand, she’s three and I’m thinking she’s closed it up already.

There is no body, Lavinia wanted to be cremated, so I decided it would be okay. Might as well get her used to the idea of death because it’s an inevitable part of life.

Momma Joe slides in next to us and Natalia climbs over onto her.

“Boundaries Nat,” I whisper.

“No such thing with family,” Joe says and gives her a squeeze.

I look up when Detective DeAngelo walks in and nods as he stands in line. I nod back. He’s in a suit but everybody knows who he is even without his badge on display. He’s here for me and Nat, but mostly to see if he can make Louisa squirm.

I haven’t gone up to give her or any of the others condolences, because they had never earned my respect. I sit in back with Natalia paying my respect from here.

A couple minutes later Nat is whispering in Joe’s ear and Joe laughs. “Soon, very soon.”

“She wants to jet?” I ask knowing that Natalia is over the damn moon to be having a sleepover with all Joe’s grandkids, but Jase’s daughter, Little Bell, is by far her favorite. Little kids flock to older kids.

“Is it okay Daddy?” she asks.

“Yeah Nat. It’s cool.”

After a hug and a kiss Joe stands. I look up as Louisa starts walking toward us. She’s fucking trying to get to Nat, but when she tries to get past the crowd a Steel wall rises up and shuts her shit down as Joe makes her way out of the church with my girl. They may not be blood, but the Steel brothers are my brothers. Joe is just like my mom, but with money, and even though losing people hurts, there are people who have hearts of gold and take you in without a second glance.

“Can I sit here?”

I look up and see Kat standing in a knee length black dress that is totally classy and tasteful. The ink on her arms is vibrant and makes her look even more sexy than she already is.

I move over. “Yeah.”

She sits down. Her back is perfectly straight, and her hands knot tight together. Her eyes are directed at the floor and she’s clearly a fucking ball of tension.

I nudge her. “You don’t have to be here.”

She shrugs. “Momma Joe made me.”

I can’t help but laugh at how soft she sounds and she looks up. “Laugh it up asshole, but she’s the only reason I’m here. I hate these damn things.”

“Me too Kat.” I sit back and rest my arms over the back of the pew feigning calm, cool, and collected as Louisa approaches.

“You couldn’t let her say hello to her aunt?” she spits in a whisper.

Kat starts to stand and I reach over and clamp my hand on her knee stopping her. “Nope.”

“I will see her,” she hisses.

“Like hell you will,” Kat intervenes.

“Oh please, like you intimidate me bitch.”

I lean forward. “She’s a good kid. She’s got family. You won’t fuck with her. Now get your ass back up front and act like you gave a fuck about the woman in that urn who would have done anything to have you and Lorna around when she was alive.”

“Like you gave a shit about her, she was nothing but a babysitter for you.”

“Louisa, she and I took care of each other and Natalia. She was more than a babysitter. Now go scurry your ass up in front and enjoy the spotlight that’s not coming from a police car.”

“You son of a-” she stops when something catches her eye. I follow its direction.

All green, all Trinitario.

I lean over and whisper to Kat. “No badass here okay?”

“Fine.”

I stand and give her shoulder a squeeze.

Then I lock eyes with a man I knew years ago.

He nods. I nod back. He looks at Louisa. Then at me.

Cube, was the leader of the crew years ago. He was also the first one to want to kick my ass, the first one to try.

“No colors for you still huh?” he asks standing next to Louisa.

“Never was about that for me.”

“All about the pussy right?” He smirks and pushes his hand out and I shake it.

“Youth man.” I shake his hand.

“Everything good here babe?” he asks throwing an arm around Louisa.

“He won’t let me see my niece,” she says and buries her head in his shoulder.

He looks at me, I don’t look away.

“Bitch what the fuck are you looking at?”

“Me?” Kat asks and I look down at her.

“Yeah you, you come here to try and fight me again?”

“I was just thinking of a punchline I’ve heard a thousand times but never witnessed until now.”

“And what’s that?” Lou snaps.

“Kat,” I whisper a plea knowing it’s not gonna help. She’s determined.

“A whore in church.”

“You skank ass-”

“Cube, get her out of here. This shit ain’t going down like this, not here, not now, not ever.”

“Did you hear what she said to me,” Lou whispers.

“Yeah, and you started it, now let’s take a walk.” Cube pulls her toward the back door.

I look down at Kat and then notice the Steel brothers, Marcus, and Zack behind me.

Zandor covers his mouth to stifle his laugh. “Zandor,” his wife scolds him.

“Kitten, that shit was funny,” he laughs and holds out his fist to Kat. “Perfect.”

Kat smirks and shakes her head then bumps his fist. “I know.”

Everyone sits in the back row with us. I look down and shake my head then lean back and sigh.

“You good?” Kat asks.

“Just thinking of that movie Nat makes us watch on repeat at Christmas.”

“Which one?” Carly who is sitting next to me, belly full of baby, asks.

“Not sure the name, but the Santa Claus one with the island of misfit toys.”

Jase looks at me curiously.

“Look at this row. Every man and three of the five women lost their fathers. Three of us lost our moms. That woman up there in the urn, she was basically my kid’s mom.” I shake my head. “Yet we’re all good.”

“Because of some damn strong women,” Carly smiles and nods.

Jase shakes his head no and she scowls at him then he nods yes. “But the men are stronger yet because we have to be for you and ours.” He rubs her belly.

“Fine, call it a tie,” she says and grins.

“I’m still voting for Trump,” he winks.

“I’m voting for Hillary,” she winks back. “See we balance each other’s insanity out.”

Carly leans forward and looks at Kat. “Who are you voting for?”

“Bernie.”

“He’s not got a leg to stand on Kat,” Cyrus says leaning forward.

“Then I guess it doesn’t matter,” she says and closes her eyes.

“You okay Kat?” Tara asks her.

She shakes her head no. “These things make me sick.”