ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) (13 page)

When he relaxes again, I grab my nightgown and throw it on, and step into a pair of pajama shorts that I left on the floor yesterday before the funeral.

Had I been too much of a bitch to him?

Probably.

He’d been through a lot, seemed to be fine, said he was fine, he said his only issue was me.

I close my eyes and to escape the visual of Ricco’s beautiful body laying asleep in my bed only to find the visual of him hovering over me. Him between my legs licking me. The hunger in his eyes as he fucked me relentlessly. And the way he looked when he came so hard inside of me that our bodies both shook.

Fuck I wanted him again and I have never wanted sex after a night of binge drinking.

I grab the blanket that had been neatly folded on the end of my bed and tiptoe out of my bedroom.

The sun hasn’t come up yet but dawn is breaking. I tiptoe up the stairs, peek in and see that Macey is still asleep and walk past the spare bedroom.

I walk further down the hall and into my office, climb into the uncomfortable twin bed and close my eyes.

I wake to Macey and the sun.

“Hey, I’m going home to get ready for work,” she groans and I nod. “We need to decide what we’re gonna do about Stephanie. See you tonight for tacos?”

I nod and she turns and walks out the door.

I listen to her walk down the stairs and then look out the window waiting to see her get in her car and drive away.

As soon she does, I get up and get in the upstairs shower. I stand under it and allow the water to flow over my body.

I grab my body sponge, lavender body soap and scrub my body clean hoping it also gets rid of his scent, one that I had grown accustomed to. A scent that always made me feel comfortable. A scent that now would remind me of him and I.

Kat and Ricco.

I get out of the shower and dry off, get dressed and stand at the top of the stairs trying to decide if I wanna face him, or if I wanna go back and hide in the guest bedroom.

I hear a phone ring and the fear of it waking him up causes me to run down the stairs toward the sound.

On the island are two phones, his and mine. His is the one ringing and it says Momma J.

I hesitate to answer it but if I don’t, he’ll surely wake up. As I put my thumb on accept I see that it is almost nine in the morning.

Holy shit.

“Hello.”

“Kat? This is Joe.”

“Hi Joe.”

“Did I dial your number dear, I was trying to reach Ricco.”

I hesitate for a moment thinking the truth will sound suspicious, and then decide fuck it.

“We all got a little drunk last night, he and Macey stayed here.”

Yes, I throw in Macey because it sounds a little less suspicious than just him staying, plus, it was the truth.

“I expected that,” she says with a smile. “Could you ask him if it would be alright if his little one stayed one more night. The kids are having a great time, and truth be told, so am I.”

“I can wake him up and ask him.”

“He’s still asleep?” she gasps.

“Yeah.”

“Then don’t wake him. The poor man hasn’t slept in for three years. Even when Natalia came home from the hospital and it was just the two of them, he wouldn’t let me or anyone else stay the night to help. He said he was her father; he’d take care of her. Do you remember that Kat?”

I don’t. I don’t remember it at all, but that is one truth I will hide because it made me sound like a complete bitch. “Yeah, I guess I should let him sleep in.”

“He’s a good father,” she says and her smile is audible.

“He sure loves that little girl.”

“Anyone who has met her does.”

“My sister thinks she’s pretty damn cool.”

“And you?” she asks.

“I-” I pause because forever I have stood on my I-hate-kids soap box and now well… “I don’t like kids, but she’s, well she’s cool.”

“Have him call when he wakes up,” she says. “Oh and he likes pancakes and bacon.”

“Cool?” I say because I don’t think it’s cool that she’s implying I should make him breakfast.

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” she says with no ounce of humor in her voice.

“If that’s true, I am never going to learn to cook.”

She laughs. “Talk to you soon dear.”

“Thanks for everything yesterday Joe. I know he appreciates it,” I say as I start making coffee.

“It was nothing. That’s what family does.”

I set his phone down and groan as I lean over and hide my head in my arms that are resting on the island.

Seconds later I feel hands on my hips and then lips on my neck. “Morning Kat.”

Oh dear lawd.

He pulls me up and turns me around. “Macey still here?”

I don’t know how to answer him. If I tell the truth I have a feeling I am going to end up in bed, if I lie, he’ll figure it out.

“No, but you need to call Momma Joe ASAP.”

He lets go and grabs his phone and looks at it. “Did she say anything? Is Nat okay? Why the hell am I getting up so late?”

I answer the most important question first. “Natalia is fine. She wants to stay another night. So yes, she said a lot of things.”

He sighs and then shrugs. “Not used to waking up without her climbing all over me.” Then he looks at the phone again and asks, “How the hell did I sleep so late?”

I don’t say anything, because every reason that could have made him sleep in would be a reminder of what went down. “I’m gonna be late to work.”

“You need to chill,” I tell him. “It’s Tuesday, no one comes in until after noon anyway.”

His eyebrows shoot up and he looks at me, “You’re telling me to chill about the shop? What the hell has gotten into you?” He chuckles and says, “Wait, I know exactly-”

“Don’t,” I say and push his hand that is holding the phone into his chest. “Call Joe and let her know your plans.”

“Right now all I am planning is fucking you Kat. You think I should tell her that?”

“No, I would advise against it.”

“Which part? The fucking you, or the telling her?”

“Both,” I say and walk past him toward the Keurig.

I grab the cup of coffee and hand it to him.

“Thanks babe,” he winks and I scowl. “Oh that’s right you don’t like babe. How about Boo?”

“I will cut you if you call me either.”

“An ex call you babe or something?” he asks and takes a sip of his coffee.

The way he is looking over his cup at me trying to hide the fact that he knows damn well he’s crossing a line would piss me off if he didn’t look so damn good.

“Or something,” I answer and turn away.

“I’m not trying to manipulate you or feed you some line Kat. Whatever comes out of my mouth is genuine.” I look back and he’s shaking his head as he dials the phone.

I walk away giving him privacy so that he can have a conversation. I also walk away because I don’t want to play twenty questions. Most importantly I walk away because my friend is fucking hot and it makes me sick that I am almost okay with him calling me babe.

I walk in my bathroom to grab my blow dryer to get ready for the day and to distance myself from this insane want to not only let him abuse my pooty again but climb that fucking mountain and do it myself.

Okay, what the hell is that about. I wonder if there is some sort of chemical reaction that happens when a man’s cum has been inside you. What changes chemically in a woman? There has to be something. I mean, I look at all the women around who have defined ‘types’ and then they end up with a man who does not fit the mold. Not just end up with, but love the bastards, go down on their knees for them, let them change who they are.

Stephanie. How the hell are we going to get her through this.

Ricco’s right. She has to see it with her own eyes. If I’m right about the shit cum does to us chicks, she’s going to be completely fucked.

As I continue blowing out my hair, ‘
he who’s cum has been inside of me’
, walks in, starts the shower, and strips naked.

“I’ll leave you to it,” I say and turn off the blow dryer.

He sits on the toilet and I gasp, “What the hell are you doing?”

Hands grip my hips and he yanks me back, turns me around and I slam my eyes shut. No fucking way do I need to see that.

“I slept in today. My kid’s happy as shit surrounded by good people who love her Kat. She loves them the same. Haven’t had pussy as good as yours in my life. I’m gonna give you what you tried to get last night.” He starts pulling down my shorts.

“Things were a little fucking hazy last night but nowhere in my deepest darkest fantasies do I ever really want to fuck a man while he’s taking a shit!”

He laughs out loud, he laughs harder than I’ve ever heard him laugh and I yank away. He grabs my shirt hem and pulls me back to him.

I open my eyes ready to flip shit on him and he shakes his head.

“What the fuck?”

I look down and he is sitting on a closed lid.

“Kat.” He looks down and his shoulders shake as he continues to laugh. Then when he gets it together he looks up as I continue to try and pull away. “Not gonna lie, never thought my Kat would have a box full of dicks and I am pleasantly surprised that you’re almost as kinky as I am in bed, but now I need to know more. Tell me what the hell fantasies you have. Fuck telling me, show me.”

“I will cut you,” I say trying to pull my shirt free.

“That’s a hard no for me. You did beg to be on top last night. Something about climbing Mt. Ricco and it was a no from me. So stop fucking around and show me what you got.”

To shut him up I showed him that I did have some fucking control in this… arrangement, I did. I step out of my shorts and hover over him.

He grabs my hips and I slap his hands away.

“I’m nobody’s bitch. This is my show, sit there and enjoy.”

***

An hour later and I am standing in my kitchen feeling like the queen of the world. I rocked that cock like a fucking porn star.

When he stood off the damn toilet my ass cheeks in hand and walked us to my bed. I flipped a little. We argued. I kid you not, his dick was lodged all the way to my tonsils and we argued about who was in control. I reminded him this was my fucking show.

The pissed tattooed badass getting schooled look, went straight to shock and awe. The look on his face was fucking priceless.

After fucking, I dragged his ass into the shower and took control some more. This time on my knees as water beat the top of my head and he growled, hissed, and moaned my name.

My. Name.

Take that sucker.

Then I made him breakfast and not the kind Joe suggested.

No pancakes.

I gave him turkey bacon, toast, a cup of coffee and I even smacked him on the ass when he walked out my door and got into my car.

Who had control? I fucking did.

Me for the win, top the win with it being Taco Tuesday and it was a great fucking day.

I grab my phone it’s lit up with notifications that I ignore and click on the Tindered app.

Three lefts swipes later and good old Pete pops up and has apparently super liked our fake ass profile. Macey set it up. Because of my art, my ink, it would be a dead giveaway if someone was the type to play attention. We’re pretty sure ‘Player Pete’, pays attention so it was safer to do body shots, not face. We chose pics of her leg and cleavage. She asked for discretion.

I shoot Macey a message and we decide to ‘meet’ him out tonight.

Fucker.

RICCO

‘Fucking woman,’ I think as I walk into the shop and toss the keys to her car on the counter as I walk by the reception desk to flip on the lights.

Never wanted to taste an ass before and it wasn’t as much about the ass it was about her. I wanted and will claim every part of her, every curve, every inch of flesh and every fucking hole available.

She fucking liked it. Fought for a fraction of a second, and then she caved. Fuck how she caved.

Do men love anal? Not necessarily. We could take it or leave it. We like the fact that women tell us no, and then give it to us, fucking willingly. Nothing hotter than a woman giving you complete access and control. Means she craves your touch and trusts you with her body. For me, it meant Kat, my badass wanna-be needed what I have wanted to give her and took it as hard as I could deliver.

This morning, she rode, and she rode hard.

I am worse for wear. My own damn fault. I sensed she was on a head trip and needed some say, so I gave it to her.

Not fucking happening again.

Pussy like that can make a strong man break. I could not break, would not break, because even though she needed that control once in a while, she also needed her hair fisted, ass smacked, and yes, she needed to be pushed the fuck out of her comfort zone.

I sit at the desk and look at my phone, she doesn’t have to be in for three more hours. I don’t have Nat with me today and I have a shit ton to do.

I needed some structure for my kid, a preschool or some shit for a few hours a day. She’s smart as fuck, she needs that stimulation. I needed a receptionist and yes, I was going to hire someone to come in and clean three times a week.

Kat was gonna be busy. She was gonna be busy with me. I would make damn sure she thought she was in control, but until she got what was going on here, she wouldn’t be.

***

“Are you two fighting?” Zack asks as he walks into the employee lounge, past us and to the fridge.

Kat sat at one side of the table, both hands palm down staring at me. I was on the other side doing the same.

“Nope,” I say still eyeballing her.

He grabs a drink, shuts the door and walks out. She immediately starts.

“I don’t like her,” she spits.

So I may have placed an ad looking for a receptionist and I may have had interviews lined up before she even walked into the shop.

“You don’t like any female.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks.

“It means you don’t like anyone with tits and a pussy. You see them as a threat, it’s a female thing.”

“Wrong answer Ricco, I don’t like people. Dick or pussy matters-fuck-not to me.”