ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) (9 page)

I lay in bed looking at the pictures of my father, allowing myself to love him, miss him, be angry at him, and then love and miss him again.

My app notifications light up.

I really needed to find out how to only get notifications once a week or some shit, this every four hours was a joke.

I grab it and see a message from MrMister.

@MrMister: Just wanted to say I enjoyed our conversation earlier and would love to meet up. Let me know when you are free next weekend.

Kat: Thursday.

@MrMister: I’ll make it work Kat. Let’s reconnect on Tuesday and you can let me know where to meet you.

Seriously? Did he not get that Thursday was not the fucking weekend? Idiot. I look through his pictures. No face shots just profile and lower jaw. Says he makes two hundred and fifty thousand dollars and he works for the state.

Good, fucker can buy me dinner and then I’ll get something back for all the taxes I have paid in.

@baller1: I wanna take you out.

Kat: I’m free in 2099.

@baller1: I’m sure I’ll see you before then Kat.

Kat: Is that so?

@baller1: Yeah, I’m not the kind of guy to walk away when I see something I want. No matter how much a chick pretends she doesn’t want this. I know I can make you come.

Kat: Is that so? Well we do have one thing in common. I can make myself come too.

@baller1: But we both know you don’t always like going solo. We both know once a dick is inside of you your attitude gets in check.

Kat: You don’t know shit.

@baller1: But I do. I know you.

Kat: Uh huh.

@baller1: I’ve fucked that, trust me, I know you.

Kat: You sound like a fucking psycho.

@baller1: We fucked good together. You ride a mean dick.

Kat: Stop messaging me freak show.

@baller1: No can do.

What a fucking creeper. I don’t respond.

@baller1: You can unfollow me, but you can't unswallow.

And I block his ass.

My phone rings and it’s an unknown number. No idea who, probably the married fuck. But maybe it’s Macey from a bar and she needs a ride.

“Hello?”

“Hey Kat, it’s Zack. It’s cool that you’re letting Ricco and his little girl stay at your house.”

“Tell me you didn’t call me at ten thirty at night because you just figured out I’m cool,” I scold him.

He laughs. “Look just wanted to make sure you knew the service for the old lady is at three tomorrow. Just thought maybe we could rally around him, that bitch shows up and sees we have numbers bigger than a fucking street gang and she may back off on trying to make waves for him. Natalia doesn’t need that shit either.”

“I don’t do funerals,” I tell him, because I don’t. I avoid them at all costs.

“Kat,” he sighs.

“Zack, I’ll order a cheese plate or some shit. You guys can go to my place and cook out, do whatever but I don’t do funerals.”

“Understood.”

I lay in bed looking at the pictures lit up by the moonlight. Dad and me. My parents and me.

The last funeral I went to was his. My mother tried to get me to attend others but the closer it got to the time we needed to leave I was literally sick to my stomach. When I die, I want to be cremated and I want a party where people talk about what a bitch I was and wear middle finger shirts and unicorn hats.

It’s nonsensical to mourn, it fixes nothing.

KAT

During breakfast with Darby and Mom my phone rang. It was Josephina Steel. So of course I answered.

“Did I wake you Kat?”

“Nope, just finishing breakfast how are you?”

“I’m good. Zack told me you offered to have a get together after the services for Lavinia. That is very thoughtful of you. The boys and my daughter in laws will be there. I’m going to just pop in and then Thomas and I are going take the kids so they can spend time with you all.”

“Um well-”

“I just wanted to let you know I am going to drop off some food.”

“Well-”

“We’ll stop by around two if that works for you.”

“Well not really-”

“Oh damn it my kitchen timer is going off. I’ll talk to you soon. Goodbye Kat.”

“She hung up,” I gasp.

“Who?” Darby asks.

“Joe Steel. She hung up.”

“Is everything okay?”

I shake my head no. “She thinks I’m going to be at the funeral for Natalia’s grandmother, but there is no way.”

“You have to,” Darby insists.

“No, I don’t.”

Darby commenced to spilling the story about Natalia’s grandmother, and the shit I told her in the car about why Ricco and Natalia spent the night.

The Mom-ster was all sorts of twitchy. I knew damn well Darby would not be coming home with me. Mom promised she would bring her up in a few days. She also said Darby’s father was coming in for a couple days. I’m no mathematician but a couple and a few means the weekend, and that is a long time from now when I promised that we would help out with Natalia, and when I say we, I clearly meant Darby.

Now what?

In the car I made emergency calls. I needed Macey and I needed Stephanie. My house wasn’t a mess but it sure wasn’t up to party standards. Wine Wednesday yes, but the entire Steel family, no.

Fuck.

Macey was a yes, Stephanie was a I’ll try. As I drove I tried to prioritize what needed to be done. I was about to call the deli and order a meat platter. Grilling wasn’t necessary and would take too much time. I want them in and out as quickly as possible. They all had kids so it wouldn’t be an issue I’m sure.

My phone rang and I answered.

“Hey!” Josie said excitedly.

“Good morning.”

“It’s Monday how is your day off going?”

“Great,” I lie but after telling her what shit I thought marriage was I decided to be a little easy on her.

“Two weeks and we are having an engagement party, is there any way you can make it?”

“What day?”

“Saturday at six.”

“Yeah, I can make it.” It will be a pain in the ass but I’m sure I can figure it out.

“Perfect, I can’t wait to see you. Will you come in Friday night?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all we can ask.”

When I pull into my driveway there are no vehicles, I push the garage door opener to pull in but my car is still sitting inside.

He must have gotten his truck fixed, or his bike, it better have been his truck. That bike is nothing she should be on.

I pulled up as close as I could to the garage, leaving room for Macey and whoever else was going to pull into my damn driveway.

I get out and walk in the house. I hear music playing and smell cologne.

He must have forgotten to turn it off. Men.

I drop my keys on the counter and walk into my room to throw on some shorts and a tank top to prepare for the two-hour marathon deep cleaning.

I walk in and he’s standing in front of my mirror in black boxers and nothing else but a tie he’s trying to knot. He looks hot as hell. Seriously what the fuck was I thinking working with him for years and not at the very least wondering what was under his clothes. The man is sinfully delish.

“You do know you should put a shirt on before the tie right?”

“They teach you that at Harvard?” he asks in a sarcastic pissy tone.

“What?”

He turns around and looks at me. “You went to Harvard, Kat?”

I shrug. “So.”

“So?” he asks throwing his hands in the air. “So what, you didn’t think that was something we should know?”

“No, not really.”

“You and your friends think it’s cool to slum it or some shit like that?”

He’s annoyed, very annoyed.

“Are you for fucking real right now?” I laugh it off and walk toward my closet.

“Just don’t know what you’re trying to prove-”

“What I’m trying to prove?”

“Woman, you are a walking contradiction. You-”

“Where is Natalia?”

“That’s none of your concern, now answer me.”

“Ricco, chill.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed and runs his hand through his hair. “You know I thought I had not one, but two women knocked up and I could handle that. I lost the one fucking person I trusted with my kid, and I could handle that. But you, you are a fucking challenge.”

I walk out with my tank and shorts. “I’m not a challenge. What you see is what you get. I don’t pull any punches. I tell no lies-”

“Did you go to fucking Harvard? The shit in your little art room that says Harvard University all over it, did you go-”

“Why were you in my art room?” I ask putting my hands on my hips.

“Nat said there were colored pencils up there, I’m assuming you or your sister showed them to her. She said you let her use them.”

“What does it even matter?”

“Why are you fucking hiding it Ivy League?”

“I did one semester,” I hold up my middle finger, “one.”

“Why?”

“That’s none of your business. But fuck you for asking me if I am slumming it. What gives you the impression that I am-”

He reaches up and grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him then he lets go. Both his hands grip my ass, lifts me up and slams me on his lap.

“Need to fuck you,” he says before his lips clash against mine.

“Ricco.” His hand grips the back of my head so I can’t pull away.

We are lip to lip, tongue against tongue, power fighting power, and hunger overriding all.

He reaches underneath my tee and pulls it up.

“No bra,” he grumbles before his mouth takes one of my tits in his mouth and he clamps my nipple between his teeth.

“Son of a bitch,” I groan. “Easy.”

He flips me on my back, his mouth moves from one tit to the other as his hands yank down my yoga pants.

“Jesus,” I gasp as he pulls my legs apart, stands between them and drops his boxers.

“Gonna be hard.”

“Ricco,” I say as I look down at the mountain of a cock.

“Shut the fuck up Kat,” he says as he pushes a finger inside me, then two. “You’ll survive.”

“Fuck,” I hiss as my back arches.

“You get that birth control shot, you safe?”

“Of course I am-” He fucks me hard with his finger and I am lost, totally and completely lost to feelings, and fingers, and mouths, and groans.

He yanks me down to the end of the bed and grabs my ankles hoisting them up.

“You have a sexy little cunt,” he groans rubbing himself against me.

“Let’s keep it that way,” I moan.

“It’ll be fine,” and then he slams into me.

“Jesus fu-” He pushes in further and drops my ankle on his shoulder, reaches down and thumbs my clit while rubbing two fingers up and down my lips that I am sure are stretched to the point they’re gonna split in half.

“I’m gonna give you an Ivy league fucking, Kat.” He pushes in further.

“For fuck’s sake,” I cry out. “Be gentle.”

“I’m not some little bitch boy who likes to be told what to do in bed.” He swivels his hips and proceeds to fuck the living hell out of me.

His thrusts are rapid, but he doesn’t push in any more. Maybe he’s all in already, fuck I feel like he is, and I feel, I feel, I feel, “Oh God.”

“Yeah there you go Kat,” he says pulling out and dropping to his knees. “Come all over my face damn it.”

I am pulsing inside as heat washes over me entirely. Not one cell in my body is unaffected. I am hot, wet, throbbing, pulsing, coming.

He sucks hard on my clit and I come harder than I ever have.

He slows down the finger banging and stands up. “Roll over.”

“Ricco,” I sigh.

“Fuck that Kat, you got yours now give me mine. Eat mattress and raise that ass high.”

Before I can say fuck off, he’s got his arm around me doing it himself.

I am face down, ass high in the air and still throbbing when I feel his hand smack my ass.

“You asshole,” I groan.

He smacks it again and then he groans. It comes from deep down inside of him and although turned on as fuck, I’m also worried about my pooty.

He grips a cheek in each hand and squeezes as he spreads them.

“Fuck,” I moan into the mattress.

“Your little asshole is even hot Kat. Untouched?”

I raise my head up and snap at him. “Yes and it better remain that wa…”

He leans forward, his tongue travels down the crack of my ass and the sensation causes my head to shoot straight up. “You fucker.”

His finger pushes inside of my pussy and his tongue is licking me… everywhere.

“Not a good idea,” I say as my back arches.

He pushes his face harder into me and his tongue presses against my ass.

I am overwhelmed with sensation. Sensation overload.

He pulls his face away and his teeth scrape against my ass cheek.

“It’s like a nine volt Kat, I know I shouldn’t,” he groans, “but damn if I didn’t have to try.”

He stands back up. His hand reaches up and presses against the center of my shoulders.

His finger pulls out and his cock is pressing against me. “Fuck you and this perfect little pussy,” he groans, “I have to wreck it.”

He pushes in and I cry out, his hand comes around my waist and he is flicking the bean as he pushes in further.

“Good?” he growls.

I grip the sheets.

“Answer me damn it.” He smacks my ass and then rubs it.

“Yes you bastard,” I hiss.

“I don’t know Kat,” he groans.

“Don’t know what?” I gasp.

“Tell me you want this cock.”

“Clearly,” I moan.

“Clearly? What’s clear?” he asks pinching my clit.

“I want your cock.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes damn it,” I say pushing against him and immediately regretting it.

“You want it all Kat?”

“Just fuck me,” I snap looking over my shoulder.

“My pleasure. Gonna hurt like hell, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He slams into me and stills. “You good?”

I can’t respond, I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

“Tell me what you feel Kat,” his voice sounds strained.

“Pain, pleasure.” I finally manage to spit out.

When he laughs I stop.

“And?”