ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2)

by Mj Fields

  “Since that’s the truth I’ll give you a sip.” She holds the straw still and I take a drink. “Slow down tiger or the nurse with the hair growing out of her mole will come back in to check to see if the catheter is in place,” she pauses, “for the fourth time in two hours.”

  I lean back and scowl. “You telling her how hard it made you come?”

  “No, I told her it was a fucking worthless hunk of meat and you lasted two minutes,” she says as she pours more water from the mustard yellow plastic pitcher into the Styrofoam cup.

  “That’s a fucking lie and we both know it.” I lean up to get another drink of water and she pulls back the cup. “Fuck Kat, come on.”

  “Speaking of lies, you wanna tell me about Rider one?” she asks.

  Shit, I’m gonna kill that little fucker. “Zack?”

  “Try again,” she says stepping back.

  “Kat come on damn it,” I groan.

  “The truth.”

  I shake my head no. “It’s best you not ask questions that I don’t feel like fucking answering. Drink Kat, now.”

  “The truth. Isn’t that what Rider one always promised?”

  I roll my eyes and grab the remote attached to my bed. “I’m calling the nurse. Maybe the hot one with the sweet demeanor and the big ass will be in this time.”

  “Well go ahead, she’s not your type anyway,” she shrugs.

  “You sure about that Kat?”

  “Yeah, I am,” she nods once. “You like crazy bitches.”

  “You can say that again,” I agree. “Drink.”

  She lets me drink and I set down the remote. When I have drained the glass I lean back and close my eyes.

  “Truth Ricco.”

  “You know the damn truth,” I say as I hold pressure on my side.

  “Yeah, well you’re gonna have to explain to me why the hell you told Zack that you were Rider one, sexually harassing me through an app that you gave him access to so he could read weeks of our conversation.”

  “I’m gonna kill him,” I groan.

  “The hell you are.” I hear her pouring more water into the cup. “Now drink this so you can piss enough for them to pull that tube out of your dick and get the hell out of here.”

  “You just don’t want them to see what you crave.” I raise my eyebrow and she says nothing. “Deny it.”

  She gives me the finger, then a drink.

  She sits down next to me and looks up. “Natalia is staying with me, do you have a problem with that?”

  I shake my head no and her face softens. I reach out and push her hair away from her face.

  “She good?”

  “She’s good.” She nods. “She has four women, looking after her.”

  “Steph good?” I ask.

  “Yes and Josie will be too. My date,” she pauses, “walked into the bathroom and he was banging a bridesmaid.”

  I shake my head and watch her eyes. “How you doing?”

  She shrugs. “Better than you.”

  “You sure about that?”

  Looking in her eyes I know she is anything but okay. She’s chatty. She looks scared as fuck. If she only knew she wasn’t alone. That the thought of her terrifies the fuck out of me.

  She nods. “I have a crush on your kid.”

  I laugh and it hurts like a bitch. “Damn it.”

  “She’s so perfect.”

  “None of us are perfect, but she damn near is. After last week I wasn’t so sure. She gave me hell.”

  “Yeah I’m thinking she won’t now.”

  “Explain Kat,” I demand.

  She tells me about her getting in trouble at school and the shit she said to the kids. She tells me that she may have overstepped but she did explain to Natalia that some people were just ignorant.

  Apparently while drawing in Kat’s bed tonight before the sleep part of the sleepover Natalia filled them in on the things the little punks were saying to my sweet girl about me having ink, and her not having a mom. Apparently Natalia told them she didn’t need a mom when she had a cat. Kids being kids didn’t get that shit, just like Nat didn’t when she first met Kat.

  Apparently she pulled my kid out of school and told the head chick she wouldn’t be coming back.

  Did Kat overstep a little? No, she did a fucking long jump and cleared about fifty yards.

  Why am I not pissed? Because I am in love with a woman whose feelings about everything are so intense that she has to shut them completely down in order to fucking survive.

  She has to turn a blind eye to people because it hurts too much to let them all in and still function.

  She laid her head on the bed next to me and her shoulders shook as she cried and told me about what happened with her and that fucking blazer wearing asshole. She whispered it all like she couldn’t bear to say it out loud and if not for the heavy dose of pain meds I probably would have done one of two things. I would have gone and found him and killed him with my bare hands or I would have cried like a bitch. One thing Kat didn’t need was a weak ass bitch next to her.

  What she needed was me. A fucking man who could let her cry, let her bitch, let her act like a fucking loon and let her feel safe in doing so.

  She needed a man who loved her enough to put up with her shit because he knew she would get through it someday and that one day all her crazy feelings will surface and then all will be well.

  I know the next few months will be hard on both of us, but we would survive.

  I also know that I will be thanking my lucky stars that my reward is between her legs.

  When I wake up, she’s gone.

  Four days later and I hadn’t seen her but did receive updates via text and through Momma Joe, the guys, and Stephanie.

  My kiddo was a great little nurse and happy as shit to be in our house. She asked about her Kat daily and the two of them talked on the phone at least once a day.

  I knew she was working through her shit. I also knew she was riding the guys harder than normal and that if I didn’t make it back to the shop soon, they’d either have left or killed her.

  Three more days later I am cleared to function. Natalia and I roll up to Kat’s place without an invite. Nat is having a sleepover with Little Bell and although Kat doesn’t know it, I’m having a sleep over with her.

  She walks out of the front door and onto her porch as I’m unbuckling Nat.

  Natalia squeals and climbs out of my arms and runs to her. Well she runs into her and they both end up in a pile on the porch. Can’t help but laugh, and I have to hold my side to stop from hurting so fucking bad.

  When they right themselves and finally stand Kat opens the door and swats Natalia on the ass. “Go say hi to the girls, they miss you too.”

  Nat does and Kat shuts the door behind her.

  She turns around as I walk up the stairs on the porch. Her hands go onto her hips and she snaps at me. “Why are you driving and why are you here?”

  “Doctor said I could drive and I decided I could come here. You gonna let me in?”

  I take a step forward and her eyes widen as she steps back. Her tongue sweeps across her lips and I place my hand on the door behind her head. I lean in and kiss her. It starts out soft and she is unmoved. Then I kiss her harder and she melts.

  Fuck yes.

  Her fingers are on my hips and she is kissing me with the same amount of urgency I am kissing her. Tongue against tongue, teeth biting, lips sucking, bodies pressed tightly together, and I am fucking Stonehenge.

  I hear a loud whistle and a clap. I pull back regretfully and turn around.

  Jase and Carly are walking up the sidewalk both smiling.

  “It’s about fucking time,” Jase laughs as he reaches for the handle of the door. I look at Carly and she is smiling from ear to ear at me, then Kat.

  As soon as they’re inside she smacks my chest. “Was that a show for them?”

  I grab her hand and place it on my jeans. “It was the real deal and it had nothing to do with them
.”

  “Get a room,” Zack says as he and Marcus walk up the steps.

  “Where the hell did you two come from?” Kat says yanking her hand back.

  “If you had asked us that before we last left the shop with you I would’ve said the depths of hell,” Zack gives her shit right back.

  “Easy, she’s fragile,” I say to him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Wine Wednesday

  KAT

  I walk inside feeling like a teenager who’s just been busted until Natalia comes and jumps in my arms and hugs me tight and announces, “My daddy loves you,” to the entire world. “I told him you were my cat, he told me you were ours, so can we keep you?”

  “Okay Nat,” Ricco says a little caught off guard, “what did we talk about after the school incident?”

  “This isn’t public, this is family.”

  “She’s got that right,” Jase laughs.

  I feel like my world is falling apart when her little hands clasp both sides of my face and she looks me in the eyes. “So whose cat are you?”

  “Yeah, whose cat are you?” Zack laughs.

  “I’m yours.” I smile focusing on her and her alone.

  This time when she hugs me it’s tighter and the world I felt was crumbling down all of the sudden comes together in the most amazing way.

  “I love you my cat,” she says in what I assume is a three-year-old version of a whisper.

  “Love you too,” I say hugging her back.

  After a minute she slides down and runs back into the living room, where my once perfectly staged coffee table now houses a tin can of colored pencils and sketch pads.

  Ricco grabs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. I see the way they all look at me, like I’m some…. girl. And I flip them off, all of them.

  Once in the room he shuts the door behind me and drops my hand.

  He looks at me and lets out a breath he must have been holding for a couple minutes.

  “You love my kid?” he asks crossing his arms over his chest.

  “What you see is what you get Ricco. So if I said it, then yes I do.” I cross my arms over my chest too.

  “Why you been avoiding her for a week?”

  “I haven’t been avoiding her. I talk to her every day.”

  He nods. “Fair enough.”

  He’s now looking at me like he has something to say but I have something to say first.

  “Don’t ever get pissed at me and tell me to stay away from her again.”

  “Excuse?”

  “You heard me. That kid loves me. I love her. You said she needs people, well she has me. Don’t pull that shit on me again.” He starts to say something and I cut him off. “I’m serious Ricco, you find someone who loves you better than I can and she gets to stay in my life. She doesn’t need-”

  “Better than you can?”

  I look down and kick my foot at… nothing and nod.

  His finger is under my chin lifting it up and his eyes are hot and liquid, and… love.

  “You love me Kat, just fucking say it. You love me. I already know it. Just like you know I love you. You push me away I’m gonna hold tighter. So just accept it, you feel me?”

  “Why?”

  “Why what?” he asks.

  She shrugs and shakes her head. “Why do you wanna love me?”

  “Years ago I wanted to fuck you. Knew I couldn’t do that. I was okay with it because it was better to see you and beat off to you than fuck you and have you run off.”

  “What makes you think I would have let you?”

  “You were letting everyone else.”

  I pull my chin away and glare at him.

  “What? Am I lying?”

  I look away. “I fucked whoever I wanted.”

  “And it was fucking, same shit I was doing.”

  “Exactly,” I agree.

  “I’m not judging shit Kat. You asked me why I want to love you and it’s as simple as this, I was okay not having fucked you like all the others. You were fucking bat shit crazy outside of these four walls. When I walked in here, I knew the girl I had been dying to fuck was the woman I wanted to love.”

  I don’t know why but that is probably the sweetest thing I have ever heard, but I’m a greedy bitch and I want more so I don’t say anything, I let him go on.

  “I could have anyone I want. If I want someone sweet, fragile, quiet and shy, I could have that. If I wanted someone tough, and hard, and able to stand tall after they’ve been knocked down, I could have that. With you I got it all wrapped up nicely in a sexy as hell body and the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.

  “I love you because what I see is what I get. I get Kat.” He smiles and sighs while I swoon.

  I curl my finger for him to come closer and he does. I hook my fingers in his belt loops and tug him toward me. With my head listening to his heartbeat I tell him in a whisper, “I love you. Don’t hurt me or I’ll shank you.”

  He sighs. “Not gonna hurt you, but only threaten me if you want your ass reddened.”

  He kisses me again. This time just as hot as all the others, but less hurried, which is crazy because we are kind of in a hurry. There is a room full of people outside the door.

  I pull back. “We need to get out there.”

  He rubs his lips against my forehead and nudges me with the mountain cock. “You go. I need a minute.”

  I let my hand slide down his tight abs slowly until I am gripping him firmly in my hand and I warn him. “Never want to hear a few minutes in regards to this cock again.”

  He laughs. “Just so you know, all the other cocks are gone. So you better take damn good care of it.”

  I can’t help but smile and nod. “Will do. But that’s not true. I still have one.” He steps back and looks at me and yep, he’s annoyed. I kind of love it. “Take all the time you need.”

  ***

  RICCO

  When I come out Kat and Nat, my girls are sitting at the kitchen island going through a sketchpad and Jase is talking to Josie, her friend who from what I understand just got totally fucked over by a suit wearing trust fund player.

  Kat looked up when Jase told Josie, that because, “Kat was family, whether she liked it or not. So is Zack and he told me what happened we would like to offer you a place to continue your research, a job.”

  “She accepts,” Kat says immediately.

  “You think I should move that fast?” Josie asks.

  “Hell yes I do,” I nod.

  “Josie?” Carly says. “Jase is the money man, but I am the one you’ll work with and not for. We’re really not worried about the money making as we are interested in research and development. We want to help people.”

  And she looks at Kat.

  Kat smiles and nods.

  “When do I start?” Josie asks.

  After Jase and Carly take my little girl, and Marcus and Zack leave, I am standing in a room full of estrogen and angst.

  “You gonna stand there or sit down. Jesus Ricco-”

  “Lord’s name Kat.” I remind her.

  Stephanie and Josie snicker and Kat crosses her arms.

  “Sit, on the couch or I’m taking you home.”

  “I’m thinking the latter is a pretty damn good idea.”

  “Couch.”

  “Bed,” I say and the two gasp.

  I walk to her room, pull off my shirt, kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and lay in her bed.

  “You comfortable?” she chides.

  “Good enough for now.” I sit up, holding my side and fluff the pillows. “I’m gonna sleep for a bit. Then when I wake up you either be in here or be ready to go to my place.”

  “For?”

  “You’re gonna ride me, for a long fucking time too.”

  She tries to act annoyed, she really does, but that scowl is mixed with a smile. It’s fucking perfect. Sass and sweetness all combined into one woman who may not seem perfect for all, but for me, she is perfection personified.

/>   For her, I am everything she has tried to avoid and everything she will ever need to make that sass and sweetness morph into one.

  EPILOGUE

  A couple weeks later

  RICCO

  We’ve done real damn good keeping business and personal separate. She likes it that way. I fucking don’t, but I give it to her, most of the time, and when I don’t I give it to her in her room at the shop, and she’s not complaining after I’m buried inside her.

  Today we had a battle. It was at work. And I was a complete dick. It was about my kid and that fucking preschool. Kat didn’t tell me all the details; she did tell Momma Joe. Momma Joe did make some calls and the place was under investigation.

  I did have a chat with them both. Told them to not ever keep shit concerning Natalia away from me. Didn’t care that they thought it best because I was healing. Didn’t like seeing it on the fucking news. Did fucking like that Kat handled them like the bitch she can be. Wouldn’t tell her that anytime soon though.

  It’s ten at night when someone knocks on my door. I know who it is.

  I open it leaning against the doorway keeping it half closed. “What’s up?”

  She shrugs and waits for me to say something, I don’t. She crosses her arms and rolls her eyes simultaneously.

  “Let’s hear it Kat,” I say.

  “Sorry?” she says, again rolling her eyes.

  I nod then ask, “That it?”

  “Are you gonna ask me in?”

  “Are you gonna accept what comes along with that?” I ask stepping back and giving her room to enter.

  This is the first time she’s been here. When I close she normally has Natalia so I go to her house. When she closes I’m home and, nine times out of ten, end up beating off when the need arises.

  She walks in and looks around. I watch her and see that she likes the place.

  I’m relieved.

  She walks over to the couch and drops her bag on the floor, kicks of her Chucks and puts her feet on my coffee table.

  She looks back at me. “Got wine?”

  “Got wine,” I nod.

  One eyebrow shoots up. “Gonna get me a glass?”

  We stare at each other for a few beats and she smiles like Natalia, big and goofy, “Please?”