ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2)
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“That’s not true Katherine.”
Nails on a chalkboard.
“Please Kat,” Darby whispers.
I look at her and then Mom. “I’m good Darby. We’re all good.”
This smile is brought to you by the chick whose fictitious balls just shriveled up because the one fuck I still have to give goes to my sister.
“Perfect.” Mom’s fake smile lights up and she stands again. “I’ll be right back.”
As soon as she is up the stairs Darby says, “Thanks Kat.”
“No big deal,” I say. “I’m going to change, you should too.”
“Right,” she smiles and I suspect that hers is a fake smile as well.
I laugh and shake my head. “Let’s go.”
When I walk in my room I look around. My heart immediately is in my throat and I want to cry, and I don’t fucking cry. I get pissed, but how do you get pissed about this.
There are poster size pictures on the walls of me and my father, two of them. One when I was about three and another when I was in a cast. There is one of all three of us and I know that it was taken months before he died.
There are vintage Alice framed pictures on two walls and the last wall says, ‘Dare To Dream’.
“Damn it,” I mutter as I wipe away a tear.
Years and years I looked at him in a tiny picture album I literarily had in my nightstand drawer because Darby’s dad, my stepdad, might find it offensive. Now here he is larger than life and the memories evoked by the photos are more vivid than the ones in my head.
A light knock on the door and I turn around.
“Awe, I’m sorry.” Mom walks in and hugs me. “It’s just-”
“It’s okay Mom. It’s good.”
She pulls back. “You sure?”
I nod and more tears fall. “Yeah.”
She wipes them away and Darby walks in. “Is that your Dad?”
“Yep,” I smile through tears.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him,” she says walking up to one of them with her back toward us.
Mom mouths, ‘I’m sorry.’
I shrug.
“Wow, you look a lot like him.”
“Sure does. Her eyes and lips are definitely his.”
“Thank God I didn’t get his stubble,” I laugh trying to lighten up the mood.
“That comes with age my dear,” Mom laughs.
“Okay go, both of you. The beach is calling.”
We had a great day on the beach, I wore a bikini in front of my mother for the first time. It was kind of hysterical.
She tried real damn hard to hide her annoyance, and when she couldn’t, she pulled her shades down and looked away. Darby smirked at me.
Yeah it was a good day.
When we get back to the house we’re all drained. The sun, the sand, and the water do that to you. I avoid the beach near my house, but it’s unavoidable here, it’s right out the back door.
Darby showers and decides to take a nap. I use the other bathroom to shower and rid myself of the sand in places sand has not been in years.
When I come downstairs to look for my phone, Mom is sitting on the couch with her legs tucked under her, my phone in her hand.
“Mom, my phone,” I say holding my hand out as I walk to her.
“Who is rider one, he seems to like you.”
I hope to hell she hasn’t read everything.
“Mom,” I say standing in front of her.
“Fine. What about baller one?”
“Too desperate,” I answer sitting down to check exactly what she read.
“Mister, mister?”
“Who?”
“He sounds amazing. Seems like he’s not into games. Would prefer when you tell people how you met you make up a great story. He is married to his career, but would make time for the right person.”
“Seriously Mom,” I groan.
“And he liked every one of your pictures so he apparently likes girls with,” she pauses briefly, “art work.”
“Does he have ink?”
“No, not even one. He said he likes them on women but his profession would frown upon him having-”
“Wait! You messaged him!”
“Shh,” she says, “Darby is asleep.”
“Mom, boundaries,” I gasp.
“Oh, well it was okay when Macey was-”
“No, no it wasn’t but she’s out of control,” I hiss.
“Well maybe I am too.” She takes a sip of her coffee and smirks.
“Oh my God, you got laid,” I gasp.
“No, not yet but I’m thinking when we go out next weekend, maybe.”
I point to her phone. “Show me.”
We spent the hour Darby slept laughing about some of the men on the site. Then we went to dinner.
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.
It’s nonsensical to mourn, it fixes nothing.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Back to Reality
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 s
lams 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.”