Accidentally Perfect (20 page)

“Words hurt Nathan;
things are said in the heat of the moment when tempers fly.  I understand that.”

“You know that’s all that it was, right?”

“Yes, but the one thing you have to understand with Brad is the money subject has always been an issue for him.  He didn’t come from anything.  His parents are both gone. They didn’t leave him with anything, so everything he has, he‘s had to work for.  He never understood why I chose to continue to work on my degree and fight for my career.  He thought we would ride out our lives
with
the money my father had left me.  When I told
him that wasn’t an option,
he was frustrated with it.  I never hid the fact that I had money and was well off, but I also never hid the fact that I wasn’t going to sit around for the rest
of my
life and not do something I wanted to accomplish.  Even before my father
passed,
I wanted to become a nurse.  I know some people, like my mother, think I’m delusional to work for something that I don’t have to.  Brad was one of those people at first.  But once he knew I wasn’t going to budge he continued with school.  I know it was early on in our relationship still. At first I thought he was like my mother.  But he wasn’t.  I think he saw it as finally catching a break.  After seeing his folks work to make ends meet and then still not have anything extra.”

“So throwing my abilities when it comes to his daughters in his face is a no-go zone?”

“A huge no-go zone.”

“You know that I don’t flaunt the money or my family’s name, don’t you?  That’s not what it was about at all.”

“I know Nathan.”

“If it was like that, or if I was like that then I wouldn’t be any better than my father and I refuse to be like him.”

“I’m sure I know that more than most, don’t you think?  Your father and my
mother
are one and the same.  They will always try to tear us down.  They will always try to guilt us. We are the exact opposite of what they want us to be.  That fact is something they can’t stand. They will always try to bring us down to their levels.”

“Right.”

“But we can’t allow that.  We can’t allow their
filth
to touch our lives and what we believe in.  You
Nathan,
are the best of your mother.  Her soul and her goodness
live
on through you.  As long as you remember that, then no matter what your father says to
you,
won’t matter.  He can blow all the smoke he wants.  If you never believe a word that comes out of his mouth, it will never matter how much smoke he blows, there will never be a fire.”

“I love you, Laney Bear.”

“I love you, too.”

We pull up to her house and into the garage located underneath.  She really does have a beautiful home. It totally fits her.  Her father must have known her well.  Everything in the home screams Laney, but knowing she’s shared these walls with Brad really digs at me.  They were once a family in this
home;
they’ve made love in this home.   I don’t even want to get started on that little pest, Michael. 

I
want to make memories with this woman. 
I
want memories that are just hers and mine.  I don’t want anything that I build with this woman to be tainted in any way.  That’s another reason why I want to make my house a place they won’t ever want to leave.  I want the girls to know that it’s their home and not just a pit stop on the recovery for Adele.   I have never shared cherished moments with another woman in my home. 
My households walls upon walls of blank canvases waiting to be covered by the laughter of little girls and the smiles of a woman who has captured my heart and soul.
  

I turn and look into those warm eyes. “Sweet girl, why don’t you go take a nice warm shower and relax a bit.  I’ll make us some drinks, and we can just zone out before we go pick up Amanda.”

“A hot shower does sound wonderful.”  She leans in and gives me a kiss.  “I’ll be down shortly.  There’s a bar in the dining room off the kitchen.”  She gets out of the car turns around with one hand on the window and the other on the side of the car she leans down showing me a clear shot of her cleavage.  “Make yourself anything you want, but I would love something fruity.” She turns back around and leaves me sitting in the car,
semi-hard
by just a simple peak of her breasts.  

I’m impressed with the masculine selection in her bar.  She has everything from Bombay
Saphire Gin, Hendrick's Gin, Patron tequila; she even has a sixty-four-year-old Macallan
.  That set her back a pretty penny.  I grab what I can from the bar to make her something fruity. 
Hopefully,
she has fruit in the fridge so I can make her a daiquiri.  What woman doesn’t like a
daiquiri?
  I’m leaning in the fridge grabbing some strawberries when I smell her. The lavender hits my
nose, and I automatically inhale.

I close the door,
and I see her leaning against the door frame leading into the kitchen.  “Hey.”  A smile plays on her lips. 

“Hi.”  I swallow hard trying to loosen the lump that has suddenly developed in my throat. She looks angelic standing before me.
An angel with a halo of reddened waves.
  Her breasts are barely covered by a white lace, not-quite-there tank. I can clearly see the pink of her nipples. Her ass and pussy are hidden behind white shimmery satin.  I take the sight of her in.  I drown in
her; I sear the vision that stands before me in
my memory.    

Her French manicured toes are delicately placed in strappy heeled slippers.  I didn’t know they made those, I thought it was always slippers or flip flops.  Her legs are to die for. They flow up meeting her full hips.  Any man would be lucky to have them wrapped around him each and every night.  The only one lucky enough is this bastard right here. She’s wearing white flowy boy shorts that move freely, brushing against her thighs and ass.  I am completely jealous of that scrap of clothing. I’m the one that should be touching her.  I growl deep in the back of my throat. I feel my cock come to attention.  The sudden rush of blood southward leaves me momentarily
light-headed
. I weave slightly and catch myself by steadying my hand on the kitchen island.  

“Is there a problem, Nathan?” 

“Is there a problem? Oh, sweet girl.”
  I smile
, “There are many problems with this situation, but I plan to elevate every, single, one.”

I take two strides to get to her,
but it’s not enough.  I need to feel her.  I need to have her beneath me, writhing, screaming my name. I take her hands in mine, “Laney.” I whisper, I see the effect just my voice has on her. Her nipples pebble beneath her barely there sheer camisole. I don’t waste the moment as I capture her nipple in my mouth.  The warmth of the fabric mixed with the heat of my breath
sends
chills through her body.  Her nipples harden even further, screaming for them to be sucked, bitten. 

“Oh, Nathan.”
  Her voice is rasped with
passion; it sent
shockwaves to my penis. My jeans stretch painfully against my swollen shaft.  Her hands move greedily to my pants unbuckling my belt and dropping my jeans and boxers at an alarming rate.  My dick springs
free, and
I moan with relief.   I take her breasts in my hands as I kiss, suck and mark what is already mine.  “Fuck,” she moans as she strokes my cock.  “I need you naked, now.”

“Your wish is my command, baby.”  I rip my t-shirt over my head while she kicks off her slippers and starts on her shirt. I grab her hands, “I don’t think so,
love
.  Let me.”  There is no way I’m going to do this fast.  I’m going to take my time with her body. I’m going to worship her.

I place my hands on her sides and slowly move up.  I stare down into her eyes and watch the emotions float across.  She moans and bites her bottom lip as I lift her shirt slowly exposing her firm stomach.  I stop just below her breasts my thumbs grazing the sides, and I lean down to place kisses on her
stomach
while her hands grab my shoulders, and her nails start to dig into my flesh. I welcome the pain. I work my way up, lifting the shirt and I take a nipple into my mouth. I continue to kiss and suck each breast.  The softness of her skin makes my mouth water.  “Lift up baby.”  She does as I
say,
and I continue to remove her shirt over her head.  The shirt falls to the floor as my mouth lands on her neck, sucking, tasting her skin.  “Fuck, Laney.  I can never get enough of you, baby.” 

“Please, Nathan.” 

I slide my hands down her sides;
my fingers go easily under the edge of the satin that sits on her hips.  Pulling down her shorts, I feel
the silk
against my hands.  Once the shorts hit the
floor,
I step back and admire the view.  A small triangle of white silk covers her.  I turn her around and see a thin
strip
of silk continue over her hip diving in between her luscious ass.  “Fuck me, baby.”

“Oh, I plan to.” 

Her movement is quick as she drops to her knees in front of me. She takes my dick in her hands and strokes me. 
Her eyes burn with passion while a smile starts to grow as she gets closer to my cock.
  Sweet Jesus, she is beautiful.  I watch as her tongue comes out and licks the head.  The sensation of wet warmth overcomes me as she takes me in her mouth.  My head falls
back,
and my ass tightens as I slightly thrust into her mouth, driving myself deeper.  She takes me in, licking and stroking my shaft with her
tongue
while she grabs and massages my sac.  I can smell how aroused she is and can I imagine her sweet cunt dripping as she sucks me off. 
“Fuck Laney, baby.
 
Fucking shit.”
  My teeth clench and I feel like I’m about to explode.  “
Sorry,
baby.”  I bend downing causing my dick to pop from her mouth.  “I need to be inside you now.”  I pick her up and place her on the island.  This wasn’t my plan, and I’m sure it wasn’t hers, but I need to feel her now.  “This is gonna be quick, Bear.”   I rip the remaining clothing from her
body,
and I grab her legs bringing her to me. 
I slide into her fitting perfectly into home
.  “Fuck, yeah.”

“Yes, Nathan.” 

She grabs onto my shoulders as I take her in the kitchen. I pound into her feeling her clenching my dick making my eyes roll back with the sensation.  She wraps her legs around me, “Fuck yes, baby.”  I keep going. The warmth of her pussy pushes me over the edge.  This is all I want out of life, this feeling right here, just the two of us encompassed in the passion that make us so much more than man and wife.  Without her, I am nothing. 

She looks so incredible beneath me.  The curtain of crimson fanned out on the wooden surface.  The pink of her hardened nipples
is
darker now.  I see the lust in her
eyes;
her cheeks are flushed with her arousal.  I slow my tempo down.  I slide smoothly into her then out, then in again.  Leaning over I grab her by the back of the neck and bring her to me to kiss her.  I make sure it’s warm and filled with how I feel for her.  I grind my groin into
her,
and she follows suit by rotating her hips allowing me to go deeper.  “Nathan, oh baby.”  Her nails take residence in my skin again, clawing at me as she grinds into me.  “Nathan.”

“Baby,
” I can feel it. I can feel my climax rolling from the base of my spine.  I dive deeper, hitting my mark, causing her to spasm around my cock. The tightening of her cunt draws my
sac up, allowing my own orgasm to hit me full force. A chill breaks out over my body,
and I continue to pump my release into her.  Her pussy continues to milk me as she continues to rotate her hips.  The aftershocks start to fade as my heart rate slows.  “I love
you,
Laney. 
So fucking much.”
  I shower her with kisses to show her what my words might not convey.