Imperfections

by Shaniel Watson

  He puts my legs on the bed and leaves me wide open.

  "Don't move."

  He drops his pants to the floor, goes to the side of the bed, gets a condom and rolls it on.

  "I have to put this on. Next time, if you want, I'll teach you how to put it on with your lips wrapped around me."

  "I've never done that before, but I'm up for the challenge, I'm sure you're an excellent teacher."

  I put my hands over my head and wait for him to do what he wants to me. I feel my stomach flip anticipating his touch as he looks down at me. Lightly running his right hand down the inside of my thigh, he strokes my outer lips with his finger.

  "Is it wet for me?"

  "Yes."

  "Let's make sure," he says, looking in my eyes. "Touch yourself."

  I run my hand down my stomach between my legs. His eyes follow my hand as I feel my wetness. His eyes go back to mine.

  "How does it feel?"

  "Wet. Very wet."

  "Two hands are better than one. I think you need a helping hand, we need it very, very wet."

  He leans down over my body on the bed and places his hand over mine between my legs, kissing me. Guiding my hand, he rubs my wetness around me gently, moving our fingers lower till they're at my opening. Gently sinking our fingers into my slit, I moan in his mouth as he growls back into mine.

  I move my hips against our hands and fingers in a slow circle to increase the sensations in me. He pulls our fingers out and slides up to my clit where he rubs me, sending sweet sensations all through my body one after another. I moan deep with every rippling sensation when he takes my breast in his other hand and covers my hard nipple with his mouth. I cry out his name, he's torturing me with his hand between my legs making me move uncontrollably, swirling and sucking hard on my nipple with his mouth locked around me. One hand holding tight to his firm hard shoulder, my fingers dig into his skin.

  My other hand's in his hair pulling him closer for him to suck harder and at the same time trying to pull him away from me. From the agonizingly exquisite shock waves he's sending through my body. Rolling my nipple between his teeth he's making them sensitive with every flick of his hot wet tongue. My head's moving from side to side on the bed, I don't know if I want him to stop or keep going. The sensations he's building up in me keep coming and coming. I can't stop moving. I'm almost there.

  "Nick, I'm coming." I hoarsely manage to get out with the intense throbbing between my legs. He moves his hands from between my legs and guides his dick in. I bite down on my lip at the feel of him stretching me, filling me completely, wrapping my legs tight around his waist.

  "You're so tight. You feel so damn good, Cat."

  His hand's on my thigh, not moving, he's so far in me it's like we're sealed together. He presses down on me crushing my breasts to his chest. My hands go around his neck, his lips crash down on mine in a deep kiss. He starts moving inside me, rocking me up on the bed, with every stroke his skin and hair rubs against my clit the friction intensifying, everything. His hands go into my hair on either side of me moaning and groaning.

  "Cat."

  "Yes. Yes. Nick."

  I can't stop chanting these words over and over again. He keeps grinding into me, picking up speed, faster and faster and faster so deep it's like he's spearing through me. We're getting louder and louder. He's saying my name again and again.

  "Cat…Cat."

  We're so fucking loud I wouldn't care who was here to hear us. He was right. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Not when it feels this incredibly good. It's like an out-of-body experience I have no control over.

  "Yes...Yes." I hear myself chant.

  "That's right, come for me, baby. I'm right there with you."

  "Oh God… Nick! Nick! Yes! Yes!"

  "Oh fuck, Cat! He lets out a long deep growl with the last stroke so hard I feel like a hammer hits me. I scream his name when I reach my climax. "Nick!"

  My heart's racing. I'm sweating and he's kissing me on the side of my neck. His weight is pressing me into the mattress but I don't mind. I run my hands up and down his back both of us trying to catch our breaths. I place soft kisses on his shoulder.

  "Damn, baby, that was good."

  "It was." It was more than good, it was freaking amazing.

  "I was a little rough toward the end, how do you feel?"

  "I feel good." I kiss him on the lips to reassure him I'm fine. "I'm better than good, if I wasn't I would tell you."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Nick, I'm not feeling anything now but aftershocks from you and it feels good."

  "I know I should pull out and take this off but it does feel good. You're not feeling any discomfort, are you?"

  "No! You're making me lose my afterglow. Shut up and kiss me."

  "Is that an order?" The corner of his mouth lifts up in that cute irresistible way I like.

  "Yes!" He kisses me once and his phone rings.

  "Every time we have sex."

  I brush my lips against his and gently nip on his bottom lip with my teeth. "From now on we'll turn them off before we start."

  "That's exactly what we're going to do. I should see who that was. I left the damn thing in the living room."

  He kisses me again then moves down to my neck sucking on the same spot he did yesterday. I do not need him to make the hickey he gave me more pronounced than it already is.

  "Nick, stop it, you're going to have me wearing turtlenecks and scarfs for a month."

  "I like to mark what's mine, is that so wrong?"

  "Yes. Your phone is ringing again, get out of me."

  "I can't, you have me trapped between your beautiful legs."

  I unlock my legs from around his waist. "Now you're free, go get it. I'll get cleaned up while you're gone."

  He eases out of me and I wince a little. I try to hide it but he's not fooled. His eyebrows come together.

  "I thought you were fine?"

  "I'm a little sore, it's to be expected. We've been engaging in a lot of activity my body is not used to like you said, some discomfort is to be expected."

  He takes a breath.

  "I'll be fine. I'm not in any pain. Go check your messages, one of your clients could be in jail or something equally as awful."

  "Okay." He kisses me on the forehead and walks out in all his naked glory putting a little smile on my face. Hands down he has the best ass I've ever seen, chiseled dimples and all.

  I'm lying in bed under the blankets when he comes back. He gets in behind me naked, pulling me close to him his hand around my waist.

  "Your brother called."

  I turn my head and look at him. "Chris?"

  "He wanted to know if I spoke to you this weekend."

  "That's the only reason he called you, to ask about me?" He called once yesterday and today. I didn't tell Nick.

  "No, he wanted to talk to me about some other things too. He said he hasn't heard from you since you sent him that text on Friday. He said he called you and it went to voice mail, it's not like you to send a text like that and not call anyone for days."

  I turn back around and sigh.

  "Why didn't you talk to him?"

  "I didn't want to lie to him. Sending him a text saying I'm spending the weekend with a friend is one thing. Tomorrow is soon enough to deal with my family. What did you tell him?"

  "I told him the truth."

  I swing my head around staring at him in disbelief. "What?" I hope he didn't do that.

  "I told him I talked to you and you sounded fine to me, you told me you'd be back home tomorrow, you were visiting a friend for the weekend."

  "Oh." I turn back around relieved. "Do you think he knows?"

  "Would it be so bad if he did?"

  "Yes."

  "He might suspect things have changed. I don't know if he knows."

  I sigh and snuggle back closer to Nick, warm and safe. "I don't want to think about it tonight. I want to spend my last hours with you worry free." He kisses
the back of my head holding me tighter.

  I've been trying to get to sleep since Nick told me my brother called. I think I got about fifteen minutes before I woke back up. Now I'm lying on my stomach watching him sleep. I've never seen him sleep in all the years I've known him. He is totally adorable. I know that's not a word you associate with a man but it is when I'm watching him sleep. When he's awake he's controlled, he shows you only what he wants you to see. His eyes however, show me so much. If he's angry, it's almost like you can see storm clouds rolling in his eyes. It makes me feel like I should watch out for thunder and lightning coming to strike me down.

  That's all over, completely shattered when he looks at me with laughter and lust in his eyes. His eyes draw me in every time and make me believe anything he says to me. Like they're weaving a spell over me, a spell I can't break free from. No other way to explain it. Why else would I spend the weekend with him, leave my house without telling anyone where I was with only a vague text message saying I'm staying at a friend's house. I don't do things like that… not when I was a teenager, and not when I was in college and free to do so. I did for him.

  I brush a piece of his hair off his forehead. Watching his eyes slowly open I smile. I could look into these eyes for the rest of my life. It will always be like the first time, they take my breath away. His eyes will always be my undoing.

  "I was watching you sleep."

  He looks at me with sleep in his eyes. His voice is low and gravelly. Very sexy.

  "I see."

  "I thought I would return the favor since you're always watching me sleep. I don't know if I'm as cute as you say but I can tell you, you look sexy as hell and downright adorable at the same time."

  "Adorable?"

  "Don't forget sexy."

  He gives me a sleepy crooked grin.

  "I'll take it since you threw sexy in too. Why are you not sleeping? You have to get up in a few hours."

  "I just couldn't sleep."

  "Does this have anything to do with the call from Chris?"

  "A little."

  "Don't worry about it."

  Easy for him to say. I roll on my back and look up at the ceiling.

  "If Chris knows about us, he will come to you. He won't say anything to anyone before he talks to you and me."

  I hope so. I hope he doesn't know.

  "Go to sleep." He pulls me close, half covering my body with his. I turn and he kisses me. If only I could stay here forever in his arms. I do not want to go home in the morning. I stay awake for a while thinking about nothing and everything until I fall asleep.

  "Why didn't you wake me up?"

  Nick looks up from the kitchen table where he's looking at some papers and holding his phone in one hand.

  "You needed the rest."

  I walk over and sit next to him at the table. "What are you trying to say? I look haggard and tired?"

  "Those words would never come out of my mouth."

  "That's good, you were starting to sound like my mother."

  "She's a liar, you've never looked haggard or tired a day in your life."

  I kiss him on the cheek for being sweet, I know there are days I look tore down and broke down.

  "What kind of a kiss is that? This is the last morning I'm going to wake up with you here, I need a real kiss."

  I grab him by the tie and plant a big kiss on his lips ending it with a smacking sound. "How about that?" My lips are still, almost touching his.

  "You can do better than that, here let me show you." He opens his mouth and kisses me, his tongue rolling around my mouth. I roll my tongue over his, he moans his approval and I moan my approval back immediately.

  "Mmm, that's a kiss."

  "Yes, it is, Mr. Alexander." I put my finger to his lips when he tries to kiss me again. "Let's not get carried away, we have to leave soon."

  He gives me a mock-wounded look. Like a little boy whose candy was snatched away from him. I give him a stern look and use my teacher voice.

  "That look won't help you. We don't have time for that."

  "What do we have time for? I have to be in court all day and all I'm going to do is think about you. If I don't have something, some poor guy might go to jail."

  "Really?" I question doubtfully.

  "Really! Do you want that on your conscience?"

  "Well, I wouldn't want that. One more kiss and that's it."

  "I think that would be the right thing to do. We can't have people going to jail because I was denied the pleasure of a kiss from your luscious lips."

  "No, we can't let that happen."

  This time the kiss lasts longer than I intended. We get so caught up in the kiss when his phone beeps, he doesn't even stop to look at it. His hands start moving up my rib cage, his phone beeps again and I quickly pull away before we end up having sex on the table. I suddenly remember what Ava said about buying tickets to see us and smile.

  Our foreheads are pressed together when I open my eyes, a little horny and out of breath.

  "What are you smiling about?"

  "Something that Ava said about us not being able to control ourselves around each other."

  "She's right; when I'm around you I can't stop myself from touching some part of you."

  "Do you think she's like my personal relationship guru?"

  "God help us! I hope not, she can't solve her own man issues."

  I shake my head and roll my eyes at him. If he only knew she's one of the reasons I'm here now. "Anyway, what are you doing tonight after work? Do you have a hot date?" I ask him my eyebrows wiggling.

  "The only hot date I would have is with you. Is there any way I can make that happen?"

  "No."

  "Then I guess I'll be home alone working."

  "Good." At least I won't have to worry about him sleeping around with some dirty girl. Hopefully. His phone beeps again. He picks it up with a smile and looks at the screen. I stop talking when I see the look on his face change. Whatever the message is it's not good. It's the same look I saw on Friday when he was barking at Karen. "Bad news?"

  His eyes look up at me. I see the muscle working in his jaw. I know it's not good. He hands me his phone. I don't know if I should look at it.

  I read what's on the screen. I can't believe what I'm reading. Monday morning, it was all waiting to catch up with me, today. To snatch me back to reality. I give him back his phone.

  'Congratulations on your engagement. I hear the pitter patter of little feet may not be far behind.' That was the text message sent to him.

  "I'm going to find out how this got out."

  "It doesn't matter, it's out."

  "It's not the truth."

  "To who?" I throw my hands in the air and cross them under my breasts. "It's the truth to my family. The only people that really matter in this whole thing."

  "I'm going to try and do damage control on this. All it is is a rumor that will not be denied or confirmed."

  "It will be confirmed in a matter of weeks when she starts showing. Everyone's going to know without her saying a word."

  "Cat—"

  I stand up. I don't want to deal with this. Nick stands up at the same time. "I have to go. I have to go home and get ready to go to the school. I told Mrs. Smith I was coming in."

  "Cat—" he put his hands around my arms and pulls me closer to him, "—I'm going to call you today and you're going to answer your phone when I call you."

  He's not asking me a question he's telling me what's going to happen. "Yes."

  "If you don't answer when I call, I'm coming to you."

  I know he will. I nod my head, yes. He lets me go. I go to the bedroom to get my things. Only the purse I came with and my coat. He's standing by the door waiting for me one hand in his pant pocket, the other rubbing the back of his neck. He looks like a cologne advertisement. I look up at him and he pulls me to him with a strong arm around my waist, his other hand still in his pocket. I have nothing to say.

  "I love you." He takes h
is hand out of his pocket and swings his finger back and forth between us. "This is going to work out. We are going to find a way to make it work."

  I wish that was true, but I don't know how we can make us work together if it's out in the open for everyone to see. I'm scared it won't and I'm scared of the sacrifices we have to make to fight to be together. He kisses me, pressing my body tight against his. He kisses me on the neck, on the spot he marked for everyone to see.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cat

  I snuck out when I left three days ago and I'm sneaking back in today like a thief. I can't live like this; I'm going to have to find my own place by January. That means I have six weeks to find an apartment, by then I'll be working full time at the school.

  I make my way up the stairs to my room to change my clothes before I leave. I move as quickly as I can to find something to wear before anyone realizes I'm home and starts with the inevitable questions. I put on my black slacks and my lavender mock short sleeve turtle neck sweater. Two minutes flat. I'm in such a rush I can't find my shoes then I remember they're under my bed where I put them when I came in. I'm finally finished and ready to make another great escape before anyone sees me; there's a knock on the door. Damn, almost made it.

  I close my eyes and take a breath. No one knows where I was. This won't take long 'cause I'm leaving right now. That's the best I can do for a pep talk to myself. I open the door and who do I see? The one person I'm trying my hardest not to see. She has a smile on her face and her hands folded behind her back.

  "Hi, Cat, can I come in?" She doesn't look upset, she looks calm and relaxed.

  "Sure, but I was about to leave."

  "This won't take long."

  "Okay." I awkwardly wait for her to say something. I know what I've been doing this weekend and the longer she looks at me from head to toe smiling sweetly, the guiltier I feel. I'm uncomfortable in this silence, I start folding the clothes on my bed I took off in such a hurry. Why isn't she saying anything?

  "Kate, I'm sorry but I have to go."

  "Yes, I'm sorry. I was looking at your outfit. You look nice."