Fighting Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 2)

by Guimond, Heather

  Later another much smaller boat anchored not far from us. We ended up socializing with its occupants. Not surprisingly, Bambi ended up grabbing her stuff and jumped ship to their boat. What was surprising was that Grace did too, assuring us she’d be back in the morning well before the time we needed to get on the road back to L.A.

  The rest of us decided to repeat the night before and find a restaurant for dinner. This time around, we found a small mom-and-pop sort of place that served burgers and the like. We eventually went back to the bar we visited the night before and partied until it closed. James and I seemed to gravitate to each other again while we were there. As we joined the mass exodus when the bar closed, he shocked me by grabbing my hand. As he swung our joined hands between us, he just smiled devilishly at me.

  “So, tomorrow we’re going home,” he began.

  “Yes,” I said. “As they say, all good things must come to an end. Where is home for you?”

  “The guys and I are stationed at Lemoore, so we’re not too far from you.”

  “Yeah, that’s in Central California, right?”

  “Yes, right out in the middle of nowhere with nothing but farmland and the occasional cow,” he joked.

  I just grinned. I wanted to suggest that we exchange numbers since I really enjoyed his company (and let’s face it, he was hot), but he beat me to it.

  “Why don’t you give me your contact information? Maybe we can go rob a liquor store or something sometime.”

  I laughed and agreed. We stopped for a moment as he pulled out his smartphone. After entering my number, we resumed our walk. The stop had put us far behind the others, but we continued to just stroll along, hand-in-hand, not trying to catch up with them. Everyone had already boarded the boat by the time we got back to it. He stopped me before we went up the ramp and pulled me into his arms. I went willingly. I hadn’t had my mind too much on my attraction to him, but it was definitely there as he leaned in and nuzzled my neck.

  “So, Mimi. What do you know?” he asked.

  “Well, I know that I like this a whole lot.” I giggled as his hands caressed my back, and he started placing small kisses on my shoulder. He leaned back looking down at me, and I tipped my face up to look back at him. Our eyes met and for the second time in my life, my world was reduced to the connection between us. Time stopped as he lowered his lips to mine. Initially he kissed me softly, but slowly. He pulled me in tighter as he parted my lips with his tongue. The kiss quickly caught fire, and then the next thing I knew, we were clutching at each other’s clothes, and he was devouring my mouth. I was no less passionate about the whole thing as my hands wandered down to his ass and took a big squeeze of those hard muscles. I blamed the alcohol for my boldness.

  I had the feeling he was looking for a little ‘company’ for the night and while my body was igniting in the most pleasant way, I was not sold on the idea of getting a little freaky when there were so many people on board. As James continued to ravish my mouth and his own hands traveled the length of my body, I slowly forgot any concerns I had.

  “Why don’t we go up to the boat and see if the bedrooms have been claimed yet,” he suggested.

  For a moment I stopped to think about the wisdom in going with him. It had been a long time since I’d gotten laid, and while I had no objections to casual sex, it was a little early in our acquaintance to be hitting the sheets. I suspected he sensed my hesitation and leaned in and kissed me again. It was no less passionate than the one before. One of his hands squeezed in between us and cupped my breast as he ground his hips against mine for emphasis. I moaned softly against his lips and knew that though I didn’t normally sleep around, this was going to happen. I was on vacation in another state. Everyone knows the standard rules don’t apply under the circumstances. Plus, we had condoms in abundance. It was time I lived a little and threw caution to the wind.

  I leaned back, looking up at him again and nodded. A slow, sexy grin spread across his face. Then he leisurely backed me up the ramp as our lips met again. We kissed more and more frenziedly as we boarded, the hormones taking over my body and brain.

  He backed me up to the chaise that I had been lounging on the day before while I was reading, then lowered me down.

  “Fuck it,” he said. “Everyone is inside, and I’m sure the bedrooms are already taken.” He laid me back before climbing on top of me and settling his hips between my thighs. I arched against him, which pressed my chest to his to relieve the pressure on my swollen breasts. I had no more thought to the others on board. My world was reduced to him and me. I needed him inside me, and I needed it right then.

  “Are you prepared?” I whispered urgently against his lips as he lifted off me and stripped off his t-shirt. My greedy hands were instantly on that hard, muscular chest, wandering and squeezing.

  Our lips met again for a very long, wild moment before he whispered back to me, “Kitten, I am always prepared.”

  I whispered back, “Don’t call me Kitten,” but the rest was all I needed to hear. I reached between us and found the button to his shorts and undid it. I unzipped them part way and reached inside to find him rock hard and throbbing. If I was going to do this, I was going to seize the day. I didn’t worry about being too aggressive or forward. This was no-strings sex. I was going to make the most of it and let my body take control.

  He groaned as my soft hand connected with his velvety hard erection, and he pushed himself into my palm with a thrust of his hips. I pushed his shorts down his hips to free his penis, leaving them bunched around his thighs. He quickly stripped my shorts off of me and began to stroke my already dripping sex. He slid two fingers inside me and pumped them in and out quickly. This wasn’t going to be anything but a quick fuck. I knew it and was just fine with it. I didn’t need to be anymore warmed up or coaxed into submission with pretty words and gentle caresses. Hell, I didn’t even need to get all the way undressed.

  He pushed my tank top and bra up to expose my breasts to him. He wasted no time devouring them both with his hungry lips and tongue. When his teeth scraped over one of my nipples, I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I pressed myself tighter to him and ground my hips hard against his rapidly-pumping fingers, whispering, “Fuck me already, James. I need you inside me right now.”

  He moaned and withdrew his fingers from me. “Pull my wallet out of my back pocket, Mimi.” My name on his lips made me ache even more, but I did as I was told and slid his wallet out. He grabbed it from me and pulled out a foil packet. He tossed his wallet to the side and tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. I hurriedly took it from him and rolled it down over his long thick erection marveling at how blessed he was. This was going to feel so, so good.

  Positioning himself at my entrance, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Get ready, Kitten. I’m going to fuck you so hard and fast you’ll think I hate you.”

  I shivered at his words then pushed my hips up hard so he slid into me with one quick motion. I put my lips to his ear as he bottomed out within in me and said, “You’d better get ready too, James. I’m going to meet you stroke for stroke.”

  He paused for a few seconds before grabbing my hips and rising up on his knees. He immediately set up a hard, pounding rhythm as if he were a warrior and my body was the enemy he needed to conquer. I was just as furious with him, turning into a wild animal beneath him. He slammed into me, and I slashed my nails down his chest. He pulled back as I grabbed his hands and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Together, we were out of control just fucking rough and dirty, both of us seeking our release without much regard to each other. It was selfish and punishing and so, so hot. I felt my temperature soaring out of control as the sweat began to collect at the back of my neck and over my chest. I was still tipsy on alcohol, and it removed any inhibitions I had whatsoever.

  I felt the slow building deep inside me, my pussy growing hotter and wetter. The lounge was scraping over the deck each time he punched into me. If anyone was still awake, they
had to hear the commotion we were making outside. I didn’t give a fuck at that moment. They could have been watching us, and I wouldn’t have cared. My only thought was of that stiff, thick cock filling me over and over again. As the warmth between my thighs began to rage into an inferno and the tightness inside me squeezed harder around him, I slipped my legs off his shoulders and pulled him down to me. I kissed him wildly, biting at his lips and thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth with each forceful stroke into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrust forward and ground against my pelvis. He stopped his brutal assault to remain deep inside as he rotated his hips against mine. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin hard enough to break it. I arched my back, bowing me off the lounge so hard as he pulled out and slammed into me again. This time he set a slower, but more forceful rhythm, each stroke a punch to my spasming insides. I felt the wave crash over me, and I pulled his hips to mine with my legs. I held him to me as I raised my hips to drive him deeper inside me as the shudders racked my body. I heard him groan low in his throat as his cock swelled larger inside me. He stilled, his eyes tightly squeezed shut as the sweat dripped off his brow and onto my neck. We were both drenched in perspiration as he emptied himself into me.

  He collapsed on top of me with another low groan and squeezed me to his chest. I was out of breath and panting hard as my orgasm subsided, my whole body a mass of tingling nerves. I ran my hands up the slick skin of his back and over his damp head. I would have loved to tangle my fingers into his hair and pull him to my mouth, but it was too short in back for that. Instead, I gripped the sides of his face and moved him to my still-hungry lips. I gave him another devouring kiss, savoring the last bit of connection between our bodies as he slowly slid out of me.

  As he rose up to remove the condom, he moved his body over mine causing my skin to tingle once more. I straightened my legs, pressing them tight together to eke out the last bit of sensation to my throbbing clitoris. Damn, that had been intense and positively mind blowing even though there was nothing between us but the pure lust of the moment, not expecting nor wanting any post-coital cuddling. I wiped my hand over the back of my neck feeling how damp my hair had become. I was going to sleep well that night. I had every intention of playing this encounter over again in my mind, so I hoped I would dream of it too.

  I leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before walking to the door to the cabin. I didn’t think any words needed to be said between us, and I wasn’t really capable of speech yet, so I left him to redress and dispose of the condom somehow. He made no move to stop me, though I felt his eyes watching me as I went inside. Everyone seemed to be passed out and blissfully unaware of what had transpired just on the other side of the wall of the room. I made a beeline for my stuff, grabbing a pair of soft shorts and an old t-shirt out of my bag, and then hurried to the restroom to clean myself up and change. As I looked into the mirror to tie my hair back, I could see the bright flush of color on my cheeks. My chin was slightly abraded and tender from the rasp of stubble against it as James and I had kissed so furiously. My nipples were still tight points under my t-shirt, and it felt as if my whole body was throbbing. I grinned at myself and shook my head in amazement. It may not have been a marathon of sex, but I still felt thoroughly taken and used up.

  It was still out in the cabin with no sounds of movement inside, so I hurried out of the small bathroom and slid into the open space on the pull-out bed next to Liz. I heard the door to the cabin open and shut as I closed my eyelids. James also went straight for the bathroom. I wiggled in my bed finding a comfortable position. Then I quickly drifted off into a sweet, exhausted sleep before he ever left the restroom.

  The next morning I awoke to a flurry of activity within the cabin. It seemed everyone was rushing to get their stuff together. I didn’t understand what the hurry was but I slowly sat up to investigate.

  “Mimi,” Jessica said. “You need to hurry and get ready to leave. We all overslept. It’s already noon!”

  I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed my bag. “I’ll be dressed and ready to go in just a few minutes,” I responded. “Did Grace ever make it back?”

  Jessica pointed to the other side of the room where Grace was passed out on the other pull-out sofa. “I’ll wake her while you get ready. We need to be out of here pronto so Zach can return the boat.”

  I nodded and dashed to the bathroom. I quickly changed clothes while I looked at the shower longingly. I really needed one after last night, but it didn’t look like it was going to happen. I just crossed my fingers hoping I didn’t smell of stale sex considering I’d be stuck in the car with Grace, Ms. Noseypants herself. She’d press me for details if she got even a whiff (no pun intended) that something naughty had gone down. Normally I didn’t have a problem with it and would indulge in a bit a sharing between us, but this time, I wasn’t in a hurry to tell anyone the story. For the first time since we got to Lake Havasu, I thought of Justin and his kiss before I left home. I felt a little conflicted about that. What left me reeling on the drive to the lake had been completely obliterated by meeting James. I felt a pang of guilt over forgetting the monumental shift of my relationship with Justin. I expected it to be a complicated situation as I tried to decide if I was ready, or even wanted, to change our relationship to something more.

  Unable to process my feelings over the events that had occurred with both men, I quickly brushed and retied my hair before washing my face free of the remnants of my make-up from the previous night. I left the bathroom quickly and found everyone else ready to go, including Grace. She looked at me and winked. It was only us girls, so I assumed the guys and Cecilia were out on deck already.

  We exited the cabin with our stuff and found the rest of the group exactly where I expected them to be. Everyone except James and Pumpkin. I assumed James must have found open space in one of the bedrooms. Maybe he had bunked with Zach. I really wanted to say goodbye but felt awkward asking his whereabouts. We gave our thanks for including us on the trip and said our farewells. We asked them to say goodbye to James and Pumpkin for us before we departed. I felt bad that I wouldn’t see James again, but in the end decided it was probably for the best. This way we didn’t have to feel any of the awkwardness of the ‘morning after.’

  Grace and I were about an hour into our trip home before she spoke up.

  “So, aren’t you going to ask me about my night last night, Mimi?” she asked.

  “I figured you’d eventually tell me about it, whether I wanted to hear it or not,” I replied. “Did you accomplish your mission and use all of the condoms you had?”

  “Very nearly,” she said. “You won’t believe this, but I met two amazing guys last night. Hot, sexy frat boys.”

  “What?” I exclaimed. “Are you telling me you’ve suddenly become a cougar?

  “Well, I think I’m a little young to be considered a cougar, but they were about ten years younger than me. What they lacked in experience, they made up for in stamina. I took it upon myself to educate them, and I must say they were both quick studies.”

  “Are you telling me you had sex with two guys last night?” I asked, positively astonished.

  “No,” she responded slowly. “I’m telling you I had sex with two guys at the same time last night.”

  My eyes bugged out of my head. “You’re shitting me,” I said with a skeptical look.

  “Nope. I swear on my Prada shoes.”

  “Oh my God! What were you thinking?” I screeched.

  “What? They both were incredibly sexy, and I couldn’t decide between them. Why are you so freaked out by this?”

  “I’m not freaked out,” I denied.

  “So freaked out, Mimi. You should see your face,” she said, laughing. “I suppose this is not the time to mention they were brothers just like I predicted on the drive here. Although they didn’t really look alike.”

  “Perhaps they meant frat brothers,” I suggested. “At least I have my finger
s crossed that’s what they meant.”

  “What difference does it make?” she said as she leaned her seat back and closed her eyes. “Either way, they wore my ass out. Pun intended.”

  I shook my head. “I do NOT need to know any details, my friend. Somehow I don’t think I could take it. My psyche is already damaged.”

  “Stop being so judgmental and congratulate me. I scratched one more thing off my bucket list last night” she said with a giggle.

  “Alright. Go on with your bad self, Grace. I hope it was everything you’ve fantasized about.”

  “Thank you. It was that and more. This is going to be material for the self-loving department for some time to come.”

  “Again with the details I don’t need to hear,” I said, grinning at her.

  “Hush. I need to get some beauty sleep. If I start moaning and groaning as I do, please do not wake me up. With any luck, I’ll be reliving my night in my dreams.”

  “No, I won’t. I’ll just pull over to the side of the road and dump your slutty ass out.”

  She simply responded with a fake snore, ending our exchange. She slept the entire way home, thankfully without any whimpers or moans.

  By the time we reached Grace’s house, it was nearly five-thirty p.m. I was tired and hungry. I couldn’t think of anything but a quick snack and my bed. I left her at the curb with a quick hug and promise to call her the next day.

  I arrived home a short time later and made a beeline for the kitchen. I practically inhaled a bagel with cream cheese in the walk from the kitchen to my bedroom. I realized I felt completely grungy and sighed. My bed would have to wait while I took a shower. I raised my arm to my nose, and realized I could still detect a slight scent of James’ body on my skin. A little shiver ran up my spine. No matter what, I had to admit I’d had a great weekend.