Imperfections Come To Light (The Imperfection Series Book 2)

by Shaniel Watson

  “What the hell happened to your stomach?”

  The look on his face is comical. I bite down on my lip and smile. How did he not hear? “I’m pregnant.”

  “I can see. I don’t believe it but I’m seeing it.”

  “I’m six months next week. Come in.” He’s holding a big Manila envelope.

  He hugs me and looks at my stomach again. “Why didn’t one of you tell me you were pregnant and living together?”

  “I think you were left out because we weren’t telling anyone until a few weeks ago, including my family. Sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”

  “I knew you guys were together. But wow! Seeing you like this is blowing my mind.”

  “Not only yours. It’s blowing everyone’s minds.”

  “I bet. If you have any trouble keeping Nick and Jay apart give me a holla. As an NYPD detective I can’t guarantee I won’t have to restrain and cuff one of them. I can guarantee they won’t go to jail for assaulting each other.” He cracks a smile.

  “I’ll keep that in mind. I’m sure I’m going to need you.”

  “That bad?”

  “Worse. We’re dealing with it.” I shrug.

  “Don’t let them stress you out. When my sister was pregnant she went into early labor. She said it was stress induced. Take it easy.”

  “That’s what I plan to do. We’re going to the Bahamas tomorrow morning.”

  “I wish I was going. Bring me back a key chain.”

  “I’ll bring you back a T-shirt.”

  “Even better. I came to drop this off for Nick, for a case.”

  “I’ll make sure he gets it.”

  “He must have forgotten he told me to drop these off.”

  “Yeah. He’s been busy.”

  “I have to get back to work. You look good.”

  “Thanks.” He kisses me on the cheek.

  “I’ll call Nick and bust his balls later. You’ll have to keep me in the loop. Not a good look when a detective doesn’t know what’s going on right under his nose with his own friends.”

  I laugh, walking him out and lock the door.

  I call Nick after I finish packing to tell him about Shawn. “Why didn’t you tell Shawn I was pregnant and we were living together?”

  “We weren’t telling anyone. The last time we talked was before we told your family. We’ve been e-mailing back and forth.”

  “I’ll accept that answer. He dropped some papers off for you.”

  “I forgot he was bringing them over. I’m working on a case and he was supposed to drop them off for me. I’m working late tonight too.”

  “You’ve been working late a lot. Are you sure that’s all you’re doing?”

  “What else would I be doing?”

  “Are you sure you’re not picking up some buxom blonde?”

  “What? No! Why would you say that?”

  “You haven’t touched me in a long time.”

  “I touch you all the time.”

  “Not in the way I want you to. You know what I mean. My doctor said I was fine, I know you talked to him.”

  “You know?”

  “I knew you would call him. I told him it was okay, if you called to tell you everything.”

  “It’s not that I didn’t trust you.”

  “I know. I hope I have something to look forward to on our getaway. Do I? Or are you going to leave me high and dry?”

  “I promise you I’m going to have you wet and ready up until the time we get back on the plane. The word dry is going to be wiped clean from your vocabulary with a thorough sweep of my tongue.”

  “With talk like that I don’t know if I can wait another day.”

  “Too bad, you’re going to have to. I’m working late by myself, don’t wait up.”

  I put the phone down and lie back on the bed against the pillows when we finish talking. Keeping up with Nick’s sex drive the first few months of my pregnancy was like running a mini marathon at times. I was not fully prepared. But I miss the feel of him filling me, being all around me and in me at once. There is nothing like it when he brings me to the brink and he watches me fall over the edge. No fear, just pleasure, pure pleasure.

  He’s the one that told me he likes bringing me to the brink and watching me fall. I can’t wait till he gets over his fear of hurting me and the baby. It’s been a while since I’ve been to the brink and fallen. “Bahamas, here we come. When we come back I should be a full-fledged member of the mile high club.”

  By eight Friday morning we’re on a private plane headed to the Bahamas. I asked him why he chose the Bahamas. He said it’s what I asked, for turquoise water—crystal clear. It was a choice between there and Mexico. The Bahamas was a safer bet with me being pregnant. Lower crime rate. I had to ask him what he’s going to do when the baby’s born. I mean, really.

  I fall asleep on Nick during the entire flight while he works on his laptop. I tell him he better put that thing away during our trip. The only thing he’s allowed to have is his phone and only for work-related emergencies. If I hear him talking about work I’m going to slap it right out of his hand.

  Cat

  June

  It’s beautiful out here. Clear blue skies, clear turquoise water. It’s truly paradise. Yesterday when we came I thought we were going to stay in a five-star hotel overflowing with tourists and kids, the typical tourist scene. I wouldn’t mind, I’m just happy to get away for the next three days. Not Nick. We’re staying in a quaint one-bedroom bungalow painted butterscotch yellow surrounded by twelve other brightly colored bungalows.

  We’ve seen some of the other guests who are staying in them walking around on the beach. I noticed they seem very affectionate like they’re all couples. I saw two of them rolling on the beach last night like they were recreating the scene from Here to Eternity with no care if anyone was watching. It looked better in the movie, certain things people should leave in the movies.

  All the bungalows have their own private cabanas on the beach. If they had walls you could stay in there. The roofs are white-washed wood with four solid wood posts on each side. White-and- yellow material going all around it. The curtains are thick enough to block other guests from seeing inside but thin enough to let in light when you close all the curtains.

  When you’re out there if you want anything all you have to do is call for it on a little radio and a man in a white suit brings it for you. It’s private, but it’s not so secluded where you feel you’re all alone, it’s a nice slice of paradise. If you don’t want to be waited on you can go to the bar yourself and order a drink or something to eat. When we came I said to Nick, “Oh God, I’m going to have to cook!” He said, “If you want to, but there’s a staff here out of sight that will attend to you. They will bring you anything you want a short five-minute drive over in a jeep.”

  I thought, wow, this is paradise.

  We spent the day walking around on the beach. Nick in his sexy as hell low slung board shorts looking like a surfer dude and me in my black-and-white one-piece with matching sarong. I didn’t let Nick and his every hour on the hour sunscreen reapplication get on my nerves too much. I felt like my skin was coated in thick syrup by the end of the day. Leave it to him to find something called crocodile sunscreen with SPF fifty and water repellent armor. I broke out laughing when I saw the bottle in the shape of a crocodile. I had to ask if it was safe to use, it looked dangerous.

  Later in the evening we went shopping in the local shopping area. I bought some things to take back home for everyone. I even bought a cute little colorful neon drum for Sasha that you hold in one hand and twist to make the drumming sound. Nick thought it was cute too and bought one for the baby, his first present from his first trip he said. By the end of the day I was so exhausted and beat I fell asleep waiting for Nick to get out of the shower. Exhaustion won out over being taken to the brink.

  I wake up around ten thirty the next morning. I was so tired I slept through the entire night. I order breakfast and take a sho
wer before I look for Nick. He left me a note saying he’s in the cabana. I hope he’s not talking business. I feel more relaxed and comfortable today, I’m going to put on my striped pink-and-orange two-piece halter bikini. If I were at home I wouldn’t wear it but what the hell, I’m on vacation. If the partially balding guy in the next bungalow with the mullet and beer belly can wear a speedo…I’m good, no one should have a complaint about the pregnant chick in the two-piece. I won’t see them again anyway.

  I put my sunglasses on and make my way down to the cabana across the white sand. It’s beautiful out here today. The sun is shining bright, it’s a balmy eighty degrees but it’s not an oppressive heat like it will be two months from now in New York when I’m eight months pregnant. I put my hand on my stomach and smile. In three short months you’ll be here. I wonder who you’ll look like. I hope you have your daddy’s eyes. On second thought, I don’t know if that’s going to be good for the little girls out there. I think your daddy might be right. You might have more testosterone than estrogen with the kicks you’re landing to my stomach. We won’t tell your dad, he’s too self-assured of himself already. I still think there’s a greater chance of you being a girl.

  I reach the cabana and all the curtains are down. I step closer and hear Nick talking, he sounds like he’s on the phone. He better not be doing business; he promised me. I brush my hair to the side of my shoulder, take my glasses off, and let the curtain fall behind me when I go in.

  “Who are you talking to?” I say with my hands on my hips in an accusatory tone. He sits back in the blue cushioned chair with the phone to his ear, taking a sip of his blood red iced drink. He tells whoever he’s talking to he’ll see them when he gets home. He puts it on speaker before hanging up.

  “Bye, Mom.”

  “Bye, dear. Tell Cat I said hello.”

  I press my lips together sheepishly hearing his mother’s voice chime through the phone.

  He turns the phone off grinning at me.

  “Mom says hi.”

  I put my glasses on the table next to his drink and a crystal bucket of ice. “I heard.”

  “I promised. No business.”

  “Yes, you did.”

  He sits with his legs wide apart, no shoes no shirt. He takes his glasses off and picks his drink back up with the straw to his lips. I tap my fingers on the arm of the chair and watch the red slushy liquid slide up the straw with one pull of air from his lips. Water beading on the glass running down the sides I swallow the thirst I’m feeling. I wish it was me he was drinking up through that straw with his lips wrapped around me, muscles begging to be touched, all tanned and ripped. I think I’m getting a hot flash. He’s completely relaxed in his chair watching me under lowered lashes. I take his glass out of his hand and place his straw in my mouth, taking a long sip knowing he wouldn’t let me if it had a hint of alcohol.

  “Don’t you make a pretty picture,” I say teasingly, putting his drink down.

  With his hands on the arms of the chair, he rubs his palms against his thighs.

  “I’m not going to disagree. Yes, I do.” His eyes rake up my body and he brushes a finger across my skin on the top of my bikini bottom.

  “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”

  “You don’t need to apologize. If you’re tired I want you to rest. You’re going to need your energy.”

  I tilt my head to the side. “Am I?”

  “Most definitely,” he says.

  “For what? Are we going to surf?”

  “Not in your condition. But you are going to ride a massive wave. One that’s going to leave you soaking wet.”

  “Why do I have the feeling I’m going to lose my top and my bottoms in this torrential downpour?”

  “You are.”

  Those two words are said with promise and intent. I’m all for it, ready and willing.

  I go between his legs and he turns me around; my back to him, he pulls me down to sit in his lap on his already hard erection. I put my weight down and grind myself against his lap, my hands on his thighs. Putting my hair to the side, he licks the center of my neck. I close my eyes hearing the ice in the glass clink. I suck in a breath, lips parted, when I feel the cold wet ice against my warm skin between Nick’s lips. I moan when the cool trickle of wetness races down the center of my back down my spine. He rubs an erotic wet circle around my skin as I grind on him, eyes slightly closed. I notice the curtain isn’t closed all the way when my head falls back as the ice in his mouth melts away and he sucks at the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder with his cool wet lips.

  “Someone might see us,” I say in a low husky voice.”

  “If they do they’ll turn back around and keep on walking.”

  “You, are bad.”

  “And you like it.”

  “Yes I do.”

  Slipping my bottoms to the side and one finger going across my swollen flesh, he tells me to hold on to the sides of the chair for support. Lifting me up a little, he frees himself and helps pull me down inch by slow inch till I take him in all the way.

  My head lolls back on his shoulder when he moves in me, his mouth sucking at my neck. I shiver and pant with heat as his teeth scrape over my skin. Making my body beg for more, he gives me the very thing I’ve been craving and missing, him. Igniting my need tenfold by moving up under my top, he cups my swollen tender breasts, rubbing them together. He further drives me crazy by gently pulling and tugging on them, and rocking me on his lap until I make a loud guttural sound.

  “Baby, you have to try to be quiet or someone will get quite a show.”

  I can’t answer, the things he’s doing to my body with his hands, mouth, and dick way up in me feel so damn good. I try to shake my head to let him know I can’t help it. Using my body weight and the side of the chair, I ride him nice and easy, sliding my body down and forward as hard as I can. Various sensations hit me at the center of my core when I whirl my hips around on him at the same time his hands and mouth are all over my body and I feel myself coming all too soon.

  I don’t want to, but I can’t stop it from rippling through my body when his hands slip into my bottoms, rubbing me fast and hard between my thighs. I’m going to scream, I can’t hold it back. He hears it coming and covers my mouth before someone hears me. My screams of pleasure are muffled into his hand when my orgasm spirals through me like an extension of his dick achingly reaching every part of my body in waves of intense pleasure.

  I ride him hard, lips slightly parted with the palm of his hand pressing my lips against my teeth. I bite his hand with enough force for him to make a strangled sound of exquisite pain and pleasure. His head is on my shoulder as I’m coming off my high, moaning, fingers stroking across my lips. I suck them into my mouth hoping to sooth away the pain inflicted on him by the overwhelming pleasure he’s given me. As his hand falls away from my mouth, I catch my breath and put my hand over his, closing my eyes briefly.

  “Nick. I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” he says, rubbing the side of my face with his other hand. “That was fucking hot.”

  “You didn’t come, sorry I couldn’t hold back.”

  “Not a problem, I’m glad you liked it. As long as you’re satisfied I’m good. We can make up for it later if you’re up to it.”

  “It’s been a while since we had sex.” I slowly ease up off him, his hands on my waist to steady me. Turning around I take a washcloth off the table and wipe him off. “I have a better idea, I’ll make up for it now since you’re already up.” Placing the washcloth back, I go down on my knees between his legs.

  He tries to stop me, holding my hand. “No, you don’t have to do that, Cat.”

  “I want to do this. You’ve given me so much pleasure, I feel it’s my duty to reciprocate.

  “Now shut the hell up, sit back, and enjoy it while I have my way with you.”

  “Yes, mam, but I’m guessing you’ve never done this before?”

  “Who told you that? This mouth ha
s a great deal of experience in this area.”

  His eyebrows pull together over his eyes with a sharp less than amused stare.

  I squeeze his thighs with my hands and quickly state, “My mouth has never done this before. But I’m a quick study.” I feel him relax and I give him a cheeky smile.

  “Nice to know something waited for me to get there first.”

  I playfully slap him on the thigh. “Shut up.”

  “Your gag reflex is sensitive, wrap your hand around the base firmly.”

  I do as he says. His dick still hard and sensitive, he swallows. In a thick voice he tells me,

  “Like that. This way you don’t have to take me all the way in. Throwing up would not be the thing to do at this time, it could scar me.”

  I smile and place my lips around the head of his dick and suck gently, tasting myself on him. Closing my eyes, I listen to him moaning deep in his chest, his fingers sliding through my hair. My tongue glides smoothly over the thick smooth tip, enjoying the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

  “Yes, Cat, just like that, suck it.”

  I moan over him as his hand guides my head down, making me take him deeper in my mouth. I squeeze one of my hands around him, playing with his balls in the other. He moans my name, and I open my eyes and watch him repeat my name from the pleasure of my mouth wrapped around him.

  “Yes, Cat…Yes, Cat…baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  I love that I can drive him as crazy as he drives me with his mouth—it pushes me further, making me bolder. I suck him harder and harder into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks so I can get a better grip on him with my tongue on the underside of him right up the seam, sucking and swirling like he’s my own personal lollipop, which I can’t get enough of.

  “I love your fucking mouth on me,” he says, looking down at me, his hands tangled in my hair watching me with his eyes glazed over with pure unbridled lust. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Turned on as much as him I suck him off, making him wet and glisten in the light between my plush swollen lips. My head bobbing up and down on his dick, I stretch my aching jaw wide open, giving him a pleasure and release only I can.