The Perfect Woman

by Gemma Michael

  Jenna Morgan has spent her life competing with her older sister Jillian. Beautiful Jillian, sexy Jillian, perfect Jillian. Jillian, who’s made sure that Jenna never had the chance to be the first or best at anything. Jillian, who’s always had everything Jenna wanted: longer legs, bigger boobs, thicker hair. More boyfriends. Hotter sex. Better orgasms.

  But all that is about to change. Jillian has just delivered a baby, and isn’t looking so hot anymore. And Jillian’s baby daddy isn’t above noticing Jillian’s little sister.

  Rico isn’t the sort of boyfriend Jillian’s parents had in mind for their perfect daughter. If it was Jenna, that’d be a different story. Getting tangled up with a hot stud like Rico is just the kind of thing a screw-up like Jenna would do.

  Jenna couldn’t agree more. She would love to get tangled up with Rico. Intimately tangled up. If Jillian hadn’t seen him first, Jenna would have made a play for him long ago. And here’s her chance: while Jillian is recuperating in the hospital, Rico is alone. And lonely. And horny. And looking for some company. Of the female variety.

  Which Jenna is delighted to deliver. And while she’s at it, maybe she can convince Rico that she, not Jillian, is the perfect woman for him.

  THE PERFECT WOMAN

  Jenna Morgan couldn’t help but feel maliciously satisfied as she stood in the hospital room with the rest of the family, admiring her sister’s new baby.

  OK, so the baby was cute. Sort of. As babies went. It had Rico’s dark eyes and a head of fuzzy black hair, as well as a nose and a mouth and two arms and two legs. All the things a normal baby was supposed to have. But who the hell wanted a baby? Certainly not Jenna. Even if her parents were all googly-eyed and cooing over the wrinkled little thing. And over Jillian, of course. Perfect Jillian, who’d always done everything right, who had always made Jenna look and feel like such a screw-up.

  Jenna smiled as she looked at her sister. Jillian didn’t look so perfect anymore. Her face was puffy and blotchy, with no makeup to hide behind. Her hair was stringy and oily, she had sweated through it during labor, and because she hadn’t been able to color it while she was pregnant, it was mousy brown. The graying hospital gown did nothing for her complexion. And best of all, she was fat. She had a double chin, and she still looked pregnant. Like someone had put a hose in her and filled her with air.

  While Jenna looked pretty good, if she did say so herself. At least by comparison. Maybe not as good as Jillian used to look before she got pregnant and fat, but a hell of a lot better than Jillian did now. Even if her legs were shorter than Jillian’s, and her boobs were smaller, and she was carrying a few extra pounds in her butt and thighs. But when Jillian was at least forty pounds overweight, who cared about Jenna’s measly ten?

  While the new grandparents were busy hovering over her sister and the baby, Jenna put some swing in her hips when she walked over to her sister’s boyfriend, sitting in a chair in the corner, out of the way of the rest of the family. He knew her mom and dad didn’t like him, didn’t like that he’d knocked Jillian up. Didn’t like that he was—as daddy put it—ethnic.

  Jenna liked it just fine. Liked it more than fine, as a matter of fact. If Jillian hadn’t seen him first, she would have totally gone for Rico. The man was gorgeous. All smooth brown skin and hot dark eyes and muscles. And with quite the personal package, too. At least that’s what Jillian said; Jenna had never had occasion to find out for herself. But in the beginning, before Jillian got pregnant and possessive, she’d been telling Jenna stories about Rico and what he could do to a woman. In bed and out of it. And she’d said he was hung like a stallion. Almost too big, she’d said. So big that when he was inside her, it was like he touched all of her at the same time.

  Jenna had spent some time thinking about that. And more than a few nights fantasizing about being fucked by Rico.

  That was before Jillian got pregnant, of course. Now he was off limits. She hardly thought about him at all anymore.

  She stopped in front of him. “Congratulations, daddy.”

  He looked up. Slowly. Starting at the floor, with her four inch fuck-me heels, over her bare legs and short, clingy dress, and up to her face. “Thanks.”

  “You look tired.” He did. Dark rings under his eyes, dull skin. Hadn’t even managed an appreciative smile.

  “Not as tired as Jill.” He glanced over at Jillian, enthroned in bed, looking awful. “But I’ve been here for more than thirty hours. So yeah, I’m ready for bed.”

  Jenna smiled. “I’ll bet you are.” She hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. “I’m leaving in a minute. You want a ride?”

  “I wouldn’t mind.” He uncoiled from the chair. Stepped over to the side of the bed. “Hey, Jill.”

  Jillian looked up at him.

  “Your sister’s heading out. She’s offered to gimme a ride home. Any reason I need to stick around?”

  Jillian shook her head. “Mom and dad are here, and the nurses if I need help. You can go.”

  She looked back down at the baby. Didn’t offer to kiss him or sound like she cared that he was leaving. That ought to make her mom and dad happy, Jenna thought. They accepted Rico because he was Jillian’s boyfriend, but they didn’t really want him in the family. And if Jenna had brought him home, they’d be even less likely to accept him. If it had been Jenna getting pregnant out of wedlock, by someone like Rico, she’d never have heard the end of it.

  “I’ll be back in the morning.”

  “Sure.” Jillian didn’t even look up at him.

  He turned to the parents. “Nice to see you.”

  “You too, Rico,” mom said politely. Dad grunted. “And congratulations again.”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t say thanks. Just turned to Jenna. “Ready?”

  She nodded. “I’ll stop by again sometime tomorrow, Jillian.”

  “Whatever,” Jillian said, her eyes on the baby suckling her breast.

  As Jenna walked to the door with Rico on her heels, mom and dad turned back to Jillian and their first grandchild.

  They were in the car before either of them spoke again. Maneuvering the Mini Cooper through the dark streets, Jenna glanced at Rico. “So this is different, huh? Starting a family? Settling down?”

  “I guess.” He didn’t sound excited. Or look it, either. But maybe it was just because he was tired. Or because Jillian had treated him like she didn’t want him there.

  “Jillian seemed a little bitchy. Did something happen?”

  He shrugged. “Not that I know about.”

  Jenna grinned. “Did she curse you out during labor, the way you see in television sitcoms?”

  “She told me she wished she’d never slept with me. I figured it was labor pains.”

  “Probably was.” Although given Jillian’s lifelong habit of holding grudges, it might also be the beginning of the end.

  Jenna glanced over at Rico. He looked like he was physically and emotionally fried. “Why don’t you sit back and relax? Close your eyes for a few minutes? If you fall asleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

  “Sure.” He made himself as comfortable as he could in the small seat—the Mini wasn’t designed for someone well over six feet tall—and closed his eyes. Thick lashes swept down to rest against his cheeks. It didn’t take long before his breathing became slow and even.

  He was dead to the world by the time they arrived outside the condo building, and Jenna had to shake him to wake him up. “C’mon, Rico. We’re home.”

  He blinked up at her, groggy and disoriented in the dark. “Jillian? Hi, babe.” A hand came up to cup her breast. Squeezed it.

  Jenna bit her lip against the moan in her throat and forced herself to take a step back, away from the open car door. Away from his hand. “Sorry.
I’m not Jillian.”

  “Shit.” He looked away for a moment. “Jenna. Sorry.”

  “No problem. Let’s get you upstairs and to bed.” She grabbed his arm and tugged. Got him out of the car and onto his feet. He staggered, still half asleep. When she draped a long arm over her shoulders, his hand dangled dangerously near the breast he’d just touched. The nipple was still hard and aching for more of his attention.

  She keyed the car locked behind her, and headed toward the front door to the building with her arm around his waist. She could imagine what they looked like: a slightly drunk couple staggering home from an early night on the town, eager to get upstairs and have at each other. What a shame the picture didn’t look anything like the reality. There was nothing she’d rather do right now than going upstairs and having at Rico. The feeling of his hand on her breast, the easy familiarity, had set every one of her nerve endings to screaming.

  One of the neighbors was just coming out at the same time that they were going in, and he held the door for them. Jenna sent him a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

  He nodded, eyeing Rico. “He OK?”

  “He’s fine. Just tired. His girlfriend had a baby today, and he’s spent the past day and a half at the hospital.”

  She hoisted Rico’s arm a little more securely over her shoulders. Just happened to brush his hand over her breast while she did it. Accidentally, of course. The zing went all the way down to her toes.

  “I’m Jenna, by the way. Jillian’s sister.” Best not to put any doubt in the man’s mind. That way, if he told Jillian that Rico had come home with a woman, she’d know the specifics.

  “I’m Bob. Fourth floor. Apartment B. You need any help?”

  Jenna shook her head. “I’ve got him. But thanks for offering.”

  “Sure.” He looked at Rico. “When he wakes up a little, tell him I’ll take him out for a drink or six to celebrate. Get him drunk one last time before Jillian ties him to her apron strings.”

  Jenna smiled appreciatively. “I’ll let him know.”

  Bob winked. “You do that, sweet thing. And come yourself, too.”

  “I’d love to come,” Jenna said. Please...

  Nodding to Bob, she coaxed Rico over to the elevator and pushed the button.

  By the time they got up to the third floor and inside the condo, Rico seemed to have gotten his second wind. He dropped his arm from around Jenna’s shoulders and turned to face her.

  “Thanks for the ride.”

  “Any time.” She’d be happy to ride him all night long if he wanted.

  He smiled, so maybe the thought had shown on her face. “Sorry about... you know. Groping you.”

  I’m not. “That’s OK. Easy mistake to make.”

  He raked his eyes over her. “Not really.” There was more appreciation in his eyes this time, when there were just the two of them here. No fat Jillian in the hospital bed a few feet away, no disapproving mom and dad.

  Jenna smiled. “Don’t worry about it. We’re practically family. I won’t take it the wrong way.” Much as she’d like to.

  Rico smiled back. “You going out tonight?” Obviously he’d realized that she was dressed for a night on the town, not a trip to the hospital.

  “I was planning to find a nightclub. To celebrate, you know. Have a few drinks, dance a little, maybe find someone to spend some time with.” Enjoy the fact that she was still young and unattached, and still had her figure and no baby hanging off her teats.

  He didn’t speak for a second. “I’ve got a bottle of rum somewhere. If you wanna have a drink before you go. I’d like one.”

  “Sure.” He must want company. And having a little buzz on wouldn’t hurt when she got to the club later, either. It would take the edge off the desire for Rico and make her more open to fucking someone else. Anyone else. Because she really needed to have sex tonight.

  “Great.” He headed for the shelf with the music system. Turned that on first, tuned to a Latin station, before opening the cabinet below and grabbing the bottle of rum and two fat glasses. Jenna looked around as the thump of a hot salsa beat filled the air.

  She’d been in Jillian’s apartment before, but she’d never really realized how much it was Rico’s place. There wasn’t much of Jillian here at all. The furniture was dark and masculine: black leather, chrome, glass. Big-ass sound system and bigger TV. Some pretty good art on the walls. And a fuzzy shag rug on the floor, perfect for fucking on. He and Jillian had probably done it there lots of times.

  “Here you go.” He startled her by putting a glass in her hand. Clinked his against it. “Cheers.”

  “Cheers.” Jenna took a healthy swallow. It was good rum. Strong. Sweet.

  With the glass in her hand and the taste of rum in her mouth, along with the music playing, Jenna could almost pretend she was at a nightclub right now. One of the hot Latin ones. Where guys like Rico were a dime a dozen.

  Or not. Guys like Rico probably weren’t a dime a dozen anywhere.

  But she could pretend. Swaying her hips to the beat, Jenna began to dance. Rico smiled and went to sit on the sofa.

  He looked better now, she thought. Not so exhausted. The nap in the car must have helped, and the rum was bringing a bit of color to his cheeks. It also made his eyes glitter when he watched her. Jenna put her empty glass on the table and licked her lips. Lifted her arms above her head, turning slowly, putting some mambo in her hips while letting her head fall back so her hair was flowing down her back. A waterfall of blonde silk. What Jillian’s hair used to look like, before she had to stop coloring it and it turned mousy brown.

  Rico was slouched down low on the sofa. Half sitting, half lying, with his head against the back cushions. Comfortable. Relaxed. The glass of rum perched on his flat stomach with a hand negligently steadying it. His long legs were stretched out. And—unless Jenna was seeing things—he was getting hard. Watching her and getting turned on.

  Yep, that was definitely a bulge beneath his zipper. A big bulge.

  She grinned. “You looking at me, Rico?”

  He grinned back, his eyes hot and dark. Took a draught of his rum before answering. “You have any idea how long it’s been?”

  “Since what?”

  “Since I did anything besides get my rocks off in the shower. By myself.”

  She shimmied, running her hands down her sides. “I thought you and Jillian went at it like rabbits. She always said you were insatiable.”

  “She’s been pregnant,” Rico said, dark gaze following the languid movements of her hips. Jenna slid her hands back up her body, up to her breasts, drawing his attention there. Swaying in time to the music and reliving that second or two outside, when his hand had held her breast. That jolt of pure desire going straight to her pussy, making her wet.

  Rico’s voice tightened. “Jillian hasn’t been allowed to have sex for a month. And before that it was boring.”

  “How so?” Jenna turned in a slow circle, letting him look his fill.

  “The baby. Jillian was always worried I’d fuck her too hard or do something to hurt it. The doctor said it’d be fine to have normal sex until a month before, but Jillian didn’t want to. And I know she’s your sister and all, but she’s gotten fat. I don’t like fat women.”

  Jenna smiled. “I’m sorry.”

  There was nothing fat about Rico. He was all long limbs and hard muscle and hot skin. She did another slow shimmy, thinking about touching him. Running her hands and her lips and her tongue over him. Tasting him. Licking his skin. Biting his nipples. Sucking his dick.

  He watched her, his eyes dark. “I’m not gonna touch you either.”

  “You already touched me.” She smiled.

  His eyes were black. Dangerous. “I remember. But I’m not gonna touch you again.”

  “I didn’t think you would.” Unfortunately.

  “Not because I don’t want to. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

  Jenna smiled. “I’m doing this because I wa
nted to go dancing tonight. Work off some excess energy. Find someone to rock my world for a few hours. That’s all. But if this turns you on, you can consider it a personal show if you want. I don’t mind if you take care of business while you watch.”

  “Jerk off in front of you?” He didn’t seem shocked. Or opposed to the idea.

  Jenna shrugged. “Jillian’s always telling me how big you are. I didn’t figure I’d ever get to see for myself, but I wouldn’t mind having a look. Unless you’re too shy.”

  “You talked about me?” The realization didn’t seem to bother him. And he wasn’t shy at all. He was already sliding his zipper down, lifting his butt off the cushions to shove jeans and underwear down to his ankles. Leaning back again with his legs apart.

  And flashing a grin when he saw the look on her face.

  Jenna resisted the temptation to fan herself with her hand, like a blushing virgin. But Lord, he was big. Long, yes. Nine, maybe ten inches. Porn star sized. But thick, too. As big around as her wrist. Bigger. The idea of having that bulk driven inside her made her pussy clench, and another slow slide of liquid moistened her panties.

  Her mouth was suddenly dry. “Jillian wasn’t kidding, was she?”

  “I do OK.” He was playing his fingers up and down the shaft. Not rubbing yet. Tuning, almost like an instrument. Stroking. His fingers gentle. “Maybe a little more than OK. Some women don’t appreciate this much man.”

  Jenna wasn’t one of them. She could see why some women might be intimidated by the size of him, but to her, he looked perfect. Delicious. She couldn’t say it, but she knew he could read the thought on her face, because he smiled. Slowly. Held her eyes while he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the thumb before using it to moisten the head.

  Jenna almost moaned when she saw his dick respond, and she knew her eyes went glassy. She’d forgotten all about dancing in the visual overload of finally getting to see him, and now she became aware of the music playing, the low bass thrumming in time with her blood.

  Damn, she was so horny.