ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2)

by Mj Fields

  I leave the door open a crack because if shit goes down, I want in.

  For Darby’s sake of course.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Pieces

  KAT

  Bama loved the piece I did. He actually said he loved it. Usually he says, ‘Looks good,’ or ‘Good job.’ This time he said he loved it.

  I don’t let a lot of things get to me. “Kat?”

  I look up as Darby peeks her head in my room. “What’s up?”

  “I was thinking maybe Natalia could come hang out with us-”

  “She’s fine where she is.”

  Darby jumps when she hears Ricco behind her.

  She turns around. “She said she was hungry.”

  Darby is giving him ‘tude.

  “She ate before we came. She’s got a lunch in-”

  “I want to go, Daddy,” I hear her say before she makes a V with her arms and plows through Ricco, Darby, and the doorway. “I want ice cream.”

  She’s addressing me.

  Ugghh! Why? Why me?

  “Kat’s busy,” he says reaching for her hand. “So am I. When it slows down we’ll walk-”

  “Grammy gave me ice cream,” she says and her little lip quivers.

  Why is she looking at me?! Why?

  I look away, I don’t wanna see that. “Really no big deal. We can go get ice cream. I’m done.”

  “I won’t shower your bed again, I promise,” she says lunging at me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

  Oh fuck, what do I do? I don’t like kids. Kids don’t like me. Well Darby did. But she’s… Darby.

  I look up at Darby, she looks mortified. And not for me, but because of me.

  Fine. Fuck it.

  I give her a hug-ish and a pat on the back. “The bed’s fine. You’re fine. We’re all… fine.”

  “Nat, what did I tell you about Kat?”

  “She’s a scaredy cat of kids.” She pulls back and looks up at me and whispers, “I’m not scary.”

  I shake my head no. “You’re too little to be afraid of. Plus your dad is crazy if he thinks I’m afraid of-”

  “Kat,” he warns.

  “Natalia, how about you come with me, let them figure it out,” Darby says and Natalia gladly pounces over to her.

  Once they’re outside of the room, he shuts the door.

  I stand and cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not afraid of kids. And why does she call pissing the bed a shower?”

  “Sometimes a man needs to protect his kid and-”

  “Protect her from me?” I gasp.

  “Would you prefer I said you hate kids?” he asks.

  “I don’t hate them,” I defend myself. “I just don’t…like them.”

  “Well she needs all the fucking support she can get, just like the rest of us, but I won’t put her in-”

  “Why does she call it shower?”

  “What?” He looks at me like I have three heads.

  “Pissing the bed,” I ask, turning my back to him and busying myself.

  “Because it’s better than a golden shower,” he huffs.

  I turn around, my mouth nearly hitting the floor. “You’re worried about my influence but you-”

  “Fucking Zandor,” he shakes his head. “She was at Momma Joe’s, pissed the couch, she was mortified. Zandor told her some shit about a golden shower. Ran around saying it for days.”

  “Did you kick his ass?” I half laugh.

  “No, Kat. I had to de-program her, make her forget. She finally dropped the golden part, still calls it shower. I’m better with that than the other. Gotta pick your bat-” he stops when my phone pings and grabs it off the tray.

  “Give that back,” I say as he holds it up away from me.

  “At baller wants to lick your pussy until it’s sore.” He shakes his head and looks at me.

  “Give. It. Back.”

  “At Mr. Mister wants to take you out to dinner,” he says as I try to get my phone. “And at, Rider one asks you if you are sore this morning.”

  “Ricco-”

  “Why would he ask that? You fuck him?”

  “That’s really none of your business,” I say, pushing a chair over next to him so I can climb up and grab my damn phone.

  He turns away and scrolls. “Sure is. We have a deal. You fuck someone you aren’t getting my cock.”

  I start to step on the chair and his big old paw palms the top of my head as he reads. “Well fuck,” he says releasing me, but still holding the phone up. “Did you get off to this?”

  “That’s none of your business and by the fucking way, where are my dicks?”

  “Left you one. We’ll introduce the others,” he smirks.

  I hold out my hand. “Not gonna happen, and give me my phone.”

  He looks down at me. “You and I both know it’s gonna.”

  I shake my head no. “Phone.”

  “Come and get it,” he says and then turns around.

  I stomp around Mt. Ricco, hold out my hand and he holds up his empty ones.

  “Give it to me,” I snarl.

  “Here?” Before I can say a word he continues, “I’m not opposed to a little shop foreplay, but I’m not sure you can keep your mouth closed.”

  “Oh please-”

  Without warning he slides his arm around me and pulls me hard against him. “I like when you use your manners. Now tell me, did that fucker get you hot?”

  “Ricco,” I begin as his hand slides up my side and cups my tit. “This is a bad idea.”

  “I like these little titties Kat. Tell me, do you like them to be played with nice and gentle?” He rubs his thumb across my nipple and I stifle a moan. “Or more like this?”

  In all of two seconds he pulls my tank top down and pops my tit out of my bra. His mouth covers my nipple and then his teeth clasp the barbell. He tugs it and then he hollows his cheeks sucking on it.

  “Oh fuck,” I say and try to pull back. A halfhearted try, but I’m sure I put on a good show.

  Or not.

  He has my hand and as he pushes it down the front of his jeans he whispers, “It’s give and take. Kat and Ricco. Friends who take what they want, not friends and lovers. You feel me?” he asks as he thrusts his cock into my hand. He closes my hand around it. Well, it doesn’t quite go around it, but you get my point.

  “I hope you used that little blue dick that I left last night. We need to loosen you up for this. Monday night, I’m gonna fuck you, got it?”

  There is something magical about a dick. Even an average sized one is intriguing. It feels silky smooth, hot to the touch, and hard. But normally, within less than a minute after the first grasp, it’s inside you and the mortal attached to it is grunting, sweating and spewing bullshit about how awesome you are when they really mean your pussy and not you. Basically fucking up every mystical, magical, moment you and the dick are having.

  “Shut up,” I say as I take control of the schlong stroking.

  His hand pushes down on my shoulder. “Take a taste Kat. Right here, right now.”

  “No way,” I say, yet I still seem to be going down.

  “Kat?” I hear my name and then a knock on the door.

  He jumps back, I stand up. “Just getting my purse Darby. Tell Natalia, girls win.”

  His eyebrows spike up.

  I give him the same look back.

  “If she asks for a red slushy, it’s a no. She gets bat shit crazy energy. She’ll ask for a large cone, tell her no, a small is more than enough.” He is trying to adjust himself while he barks out orders and I suck in my lips trying not to laugh at his failed attempt.

  “That’s like trying to hide an elephant behind an… anteater,” I say while I put my tit back in place and fix my shirt.

  “Your high beams aren’t too hard to miss either Miss Kitty Kat. Neither is the wet spot between our legs,” he says.

  I start to look down and he places a finger under my chin stopping me. “Got ya.”

  I bat hi
s hand away. “Dick.”

  “I think we’ve established it’s a cock. So how wet are you?”

  “Ricco, this doesn’t happen at work,” I pause, “at all.”

  “See you later Kitty Kat,” he says walking by me and opening the door.

  ***

  After ice cream, and yes a small red slushy, we grabbed three Happy Meals at the McDonalds drive thru. Nat found it hysterical that a grown up would eat a Happy Meal. We swung by the shop and it was packed. Lots of bikes, lots of people. When it was like this, there was no need for kids… I mean Darby, to be there.

  I sent Ricco a text that we were going to chill at my place.

  His response was, ‘Asking or telling?’

  I didn’t respond. Fucker.

  He sent a text.

  She needs pull ups.

  Fucking pull ups?

  Still I didn’t respond.

  Shower.

  Ugghh.

  We hit that giant ass chain store to grab her pull ups, which is apparently offensive, she prefers ‘big girl panties.’ I grab them and a mattress cover, just in case. Darby grabs her own ‘big girl panties’, which explains why she’s a little tired acting, and was kind of snippy with Ricco, which I thought was awesome.

  Ricco was right, Natalia and red dye do not mix. I knew she would crash soon, sugar highs always kicked Darby’s ass when she was little. She had been literally running circles for an hour. When she crashed, Darby gave her a bath and now they sat on the couch.

  When I started pacing Darby laughed at me. “Go.”

  “What?”

  “The shop. I know it’s driving you crazy, and it’s yours so-”

  “Wait how do you know it’s mine? Does Mom know? Is it-”

  “The guys were talking, I heard them,” she smiles.

  Nat looks up at me, she’s sucking her fingers, the middle one sticking out, the post snooze crash is upon us. “You Daddy’s boss?”

  “Nobody is your Daddy’s boss, except you.” I laugh as she smiles.

  “I have him wrapped,” she sticks her middle finger up, “round my finger, that’s what Grandma used to say.”

  “You have her wrapped too.” Darby points up. “How cool is that?”

  “That she’s in heaven? Not really that cool.”

  L’s and R’s are not Nat’s thing.

  “Kat’s dad is in heaven.”

  Nat looks at me and I nod. “That’s not cool either.”

  “It’s part of life,” I say trying not to sound bitter. “But I am sure they see us. So I guess they’re part of it too.”

  “Grandma gets a service on Monday. To remember her life.”

  “Celebrate her life right?” Darby asks.

  “Uh huh,” Nat says a small frown forming. Then just like a kid, she changes the subject. “Can we watch the minions?”

  “I’ll watch it with you, Kat’s going back to work,” Darby says nodding to the door. “Go. I’ve got this.”

  I decide to head back to the shop. Darby was right, now that my name was officially on it I had a problem with not being there when it was crazy. Saturday nights are crazy. Who am I kidding, even before being co-owner I had a problem leaving the place.

  When I walked in it was still packed. Apparently a group of ten girls decided to get their noses pierced, some opted to do their nipples too. There were also eight men getting a fire department design.

  Tweedledee and Tweedledum were doing the firefighters. Ricco was doing the others.

  I walk up to the bitch sitting at the reception desk. I have no idea who she is but she has no business sitting there.

  “Move.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry. I was told I could fill in,” she smiles smugly. Her little plastic bitch friends all chuckle.

  “Move, or I’ll move you.”

  She tosses her head back and laughs.

  “In three, two, one.” I am about ready to pull the chair out from under her ass when someone grabs my elbow. Could only be one person. No one else would put their damn hands on me and think it was okay.

  “Kat, a minute please?”

  “You need to get your ass out of the chair,” I say not looking back at Ricco.

  “Who is she?” The girl laughs again and I am ready to snap.

  “Babe, I would suggest you move,” he says in his smooth deep Ricco voice.

  Babe, fucking hate that.

  “Say please,” she smiles at him.

  “Fuck that. Now!” I snap and she jumps.

  I take the opportunity to snatch the rolling chair and yank it back.

  Lucky for her, Ricco grabs her arm and pulls her up before her perfect little plastic ass hits the ground.

  “Kat, a moment,” he points to the backroom.

  “I’ll give you a moment, but you,” I point to the bitch, “keep your ass out of my fucking chair, or I’ll-”

  “Oh my gawwd,” she throws her hands up in the air. “Fine.”

  I throw mine up and she flinches as I mimic her. “Oh my gawwd, fine.”

  I follow Ricco back to the breakroom, he holds open the door and waves me in. I walk past him, head held high and the door shuts behind me.

  “You that jealous already?” he asks.

  I whip around. “Oh really? Jealous of what? Fake tits and a voice that makes me wish I were born without eardrums? Fuck you.”

  “Before any fucking, what the hell are you doing here? More importantly where’s my kid?”

  “Watching some little yellow marshmallow things at my house with Darby.”

  “Minions,” he nods.

  “What?”

  “They’re not marshmallows, they're Minions. Her favorite.”

  “You’re fucking crazy aren’t you?” I ask.

  “Look, I’m being nice before I let her down okay?”

  I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about.

  “Haven’t told her I wasn’t taking her out tonight so just chill okay, let me-”

  “You were gonna go on a date with her tonight?” I bite out a laugh.

  “She’s cute, willing,” he smirks. “Brought in some business.”

  “Well I think a date is in order. Hell you should fuck her.” His eyes dart down. “You did fuck her.”

  He shakes his head. “Don’t do jealous, Kat.”

  “You fucking idiot, I’m not jealous! Go bang her. I don’t care one-”

  “You may not, but your pussy and I have an understanding.”

  “For fuck’s sake. Go, run, bang her, don’t bang her. I don’t give a shit as long as her ass doesn’t sit in my fucking chair. Now move.”

  He looks amused, fucking amused, and I want to kick him in the nuts for it.

  I push past him and head out the door.

  Jealous, my ass.

  I walk down the hall hoping she is in my fucking seat. She’s not, she’s standing at the desk.

  I sit down in the chair, and roll it up to the desk. I look up at her. “He’s ready for you.”

  She smirks and walks past me. “Thanks.”

  “You ready babe?” Ricco asks.

  “Yeah, about that, I’d like to add a hood piercing,” she says in a seductive voice.

  “Kat.” I look up at him. “Grab me a curved bell?”

  He doesn’t wait for the response, but I shoot him a finger when he turns around. Fucker.

  I stand up. “Who’s up next?”

  All the females look at me and then at each other. None really want me to touch them, smart girls.

  I point to the redhead. “Come with me.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Meeting

  KAT

  I’m ready to walk out the door when Ricco gives a loud, short, whistle.

  I look back out of habit.

  “Thirty-minute meeting. Back room.”

  “What? Hey I’m not even-”

  “Thirty minutes tops.”

  “I have to get home to-” I begin.

  “Already talked to her, she’s goo
d.”

  “You called my sister? How the hell did you even get her number?”

  “Your phone. Let’s go,” he says turning around and starts walking.

  “Stay out of my damn phone,” I snap.

  “Change your fucking password,” he snaps back.

  I storm into the break room hot on his… hooves. Fucking ox.

  “You have no business-”

  He stops and turns. I run into Mt. Ricco and almost fall on my ass but Zack is behind me and catches me.

  I yank away from him and glare at Ricco.

  “She says ‘thanks Zack,’” Ricco says.

  Zack ruffles my hair. “I know that.”

  I bat his hand away and he laughs.

  Neither of them move.

  “Kat sandwich,” Marcus chimes in.

  Zack wags his eyesbrows at me. I look back at Ricco and he is smirking. “Fuck off,” I say pushing past him.

  “You fucked that up, Marcus,” Zack chuckles.

  I sit down and cross my arms. “Let’s get this done and over with. I have shit to do.”

  The guys sit down and Ricco grips the corner of the table and looks down at us.

  “Tonight was a fucking zoo,” he begins.

  “Made bank though.” Zack and Marcus bump fists.

  “Could have made more and been a hell of a lot less stressful.” He turns and stares at me.

  I roll my eyes and look at my phone for the time.

  “Shit shouldn’t have gotten hectic Kat,” he begins.

  “Bitch shouldn’t have been in my chair.”

  “You don’t need to be sitting out there. You need to be in your room making money, or fuck, be home. You weren’t even on the damn clock,” he sighs.

  “We all step in when needed. No big change there.”

  “Quality of life,” he says as he looks at each of us. “Shit needs to change around here.”

  “This is our life man,” Marcus shrugs.

  He stops talking for a minute and looks at me. “What?”

  He shakes his head. “We all need to make changes. I want to know what you two guys want. Then I think our, queen,” he nods at me, “needs to take a breath, take a moment and figure out what will gel best. Called this meeting premature, but I know we need one. May not seem like a lot of changes are happening, but they are. Like it or not, FS, is changing.”