ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) (12 page)

“Wouldn’t wanna interrupt Ricco and his bitch,” I say.

I look up and he is walking out of the door. “My what?”

“The chick with the huge ass and hands down your pants,” Macey shrugs.

“No hands down my pants,” he says as he walks over to sit down opposite me.

“She had an onion though man. What the hell are you doing not tapping that?” Zack asks.

RICCO

“He kissed her,” Macey says laughing.

“Wrong, she tried to kiss me,” I say and take a drink of the scotch Jase left for me.

“Well you certainly didn’t try to escape,” Macey laughs.

I look at Kat who is looking down at her friend’s phone.

“You were there too Kat,” I say leaning forward. “Do you think I acted like I enjoyed that or wanted more?”

“Fuck if I know,” she says and holds the phone up in Macey’s face. “Here, I liked him for you.”

“No fucking way you bitch,” she laughs and tries to grab it.

“What, it says here, ‘New York Times calls him the best guy anyone could ask for, USA Today says he’s a bestseller, and apparently the Pope goes to him for advice.’”

“Talk about overselling yourself,” Marcus laughs and snatches the phone from Kat.

“Kat? Did you see anything that led you to believe that I was after anything from Yvonne?”

“Dude, take a pill, who fucking cares.” She looks at me. “Should have fucked her in that big old ass of hers.”

“I don’t give do-overs,” I say and she looks up at me quickly.

“You already fucked that ass?”

“That’s not the point,” I say trying to fucking get through her head that it wasn’t me.

“Who the hell cares man, that ass was a ten,” Zack says. “I’d fuck it.”

“More like a twenty,” Macey laughs.

“Oh please, women who aren’t white as a fucking sheet have curves. White chicks got no ass.”

“Bullshit.” Macey stands and turns around bending over then smacks her ass. “Now that’s an ass.”

“Well if you stick it out there it is,” Marcus laughs.

“I’ve been told I have a great ass, thank you very much,” she says and sits down. “Haven’t I Kat?”

Kat holds up the phone and says, “Yep, It’s a New York Times Bestseller.”

“Hell yes it is,” Macey laughs. “Put that in my profile would you?”

“No. Nope, you go ahead.” Kat hands her the phone.

“Can you do that Kat?” Marcus smirks.

“Do what?” she asks.

“Bend over and smack yourself on the ass so we can compare.”

“Did you bump your head?” she snaps.

“No. Nope. No I didn’t, but I think it’s a good idea.” Marcus looks at me. “I’m sorry man that bitch had a ten. Fucking onion, it brought tears to my eyes.”

“Pfft,” Kat says.

“Have at it,” I say leaning back. “But trust me you may think that ass is a ten, but it’s nothing compared to a nine.”

She looks up and then quickly down.

“How the fuck does that make any sort of sense?” Zack laughs.

I shrug. “Just something about a nine that makes you want to fuck it again, and again, and again.”

I expect a reaction from her but I don’t get one.

“Right Kat?” I ask.

“Sure how about trying an eight, you might like that shit too. Hell, you may want to stick your tongue in it.”

“Kat,” Macey laughs. “No tongue punching the dark star.”

“Sometimes it can’t be helped,” I say.

“Dude you’ve tossed a salad?” Zack laughs.

I lean back and look at him. “Sometimes you have ass so good you just can’t help but give it a taste.”

“Oh hell no,” Macey says sitting straight up. “Hell. No.” She stands up.

“What?” Kat asks and yawns.

“This.” She turns her phone screen and shows Kat something. “I’m calling her.”

“You don’t know for sure.” Kat stands up. “And you’re drunk, you can’t call her. That’s not something you do on the phone. She’s not like you and I, she has… feelings Macey.”

Kat takes the phone and sits down, then screenshots the picture.

“I’m gonna kill him with my bare fucking hands.” Macey holds up her hands. “Bare. Hands.”

“What the hell is going on?” Marcus asks.

“Their friends man is on a dating site,” I say and they both look up at me.

“You knew?” Macey asks.

Instead of pointing out how fucking stupid a question that was I shake my head no, “Assume. I assume that’s what you’re fired up about.”

“Of course we’re flipping, they fucking live together,” Macey barks out. “What the fuck is wrong with men?”

“We’re not all built the same,” I say.

“Yeah right,” Kat says and looks at Macey. “I have an idea.”

“So do I, kill the fucker.”

“We’re not gonna kill him, we’re gonna date him,” Kat walks toward the door. “We’ll make a profile on my phone and-”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Macey says and walks toward her.

“That’s not a good idea,” I say to their backs.

“Got a better one?” Macey asks.

“Do your shit, but make sure she’s with you when you go to meet him. Let her make the decision to dump him. Nothing good comes of meddling.”

While Kat and Macey were plotting to castrate the asshole, they drank more and cleaned up the mess inside, while I picked up the few bottles outside.

An hour later and Zack and Marcus are taking a cab to their apartment.

Kat insisted Macey stay the night. I’m sure she thought it meant I would leave. She was wrong.

She comes down the stairs and pretends I am not standing in the middle of the room while she walks past me to grab her and Macey’s phones. When she turns around she looks at me.

“You leaving?”

I shake my head no. “I told you what was going down tonight.”

She shakes her head no. “I’m tired and-”

“Pissed because you think I kissed her.”

“I don’t care what you do.” She attempts to walk by and I grab her wrist.

“Ricco, I am tired, drunk, and pissed off, do you really think I’m going to stand here and argue with you?”

“You’re Kat, I know you will.” I pull her against me. “If she was naked and we were alone, I still would have pulled the fuck away. Do you feel me?”

“Well then that’s stupid,” she says and looks away. “Fucking is fucking.”

“After this afternoon, you know damn well fucking isn’t just fucking Kat.” I release one of her hips and lift her chin. “I’m gonna remind you of that now.”

“I’m all set,” she says as her eyes dart from my lips to my eyes and back again.

“You’re just sore, let me make it better.”

She shakes her head no and I let my hand move slowly down her cheek, her neck, her bare arm, and down her body until I hit bare leg. “I almost got hard when you walked into the church wearing this. You wore it all night long. I’ve been half-mast all day.”

“My bad, I should have changed.”

I run my hand slowly up the skirt of her dress. “Been wondering what’s under here too.”

“Hmm,” she says and turns away.

My hands run up the back of her thigh and up her smooth bare ass cheek. “You haven’t wore underwear all fucking day?”

She sighs and turns her head further away. The ability to be smooth kind of slips and my hand moves faster. When I hit the scrap of lace I realize she has on a thong.

“Nice,” I say as I squeeze.

Her body stiffens and she stands straighter.

“I’ve thought about you all fucking day Kat. No one else. Promised you I wouldn’t be fucking anyone but you before I even fucked you. Sure as fuck don’t wanna go elsewhere after I’ve been inside you.”

When she doesn’t say a word I grip her ass tight and pull her hard against me.

“You hear me? No one.”

“Look, that’s not the agreement. You wanna date, you date, you wanna kiss, you kiss, you wanna fuck-”

“I wanna fuck you,” I say interrupting her.

“You telling me when the ass-tro-whores were rubbing on you all night you didn’t wonder what it would be like to fuck them.”

“Only ass-tro anything I wanna fuck is this one.” I give her ass a squeeze.

“Bullshit, any red blooded man wants to fuck everything in sight.”

“Between you and I Kat, I knew them all when I was younger,” I say raising my eyebrow.

“So you fucked them all?”

“I was a busy kid.”

Wrong fucking thing to say, she pushes me back away from her.

“You need to deal with it, fuck, get over it. My word’s good Kat. I’m fucking you, I’m fucking no one else. You gave me yours and I’m not questioning shit.”

“I have a date Thursday.”

I shrug. “Don’t care. You wanna fuck him, you tell me and our agreement is null and void.”

She shrugs exaggeratedly. “Fine. Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

She walks toward her room and I don’t wait for an invitation, I follow.

What does Kat do when she steps inside her room, she shuts the damn door.

I give her a minute, she’s pissed and whether or not she will admit it, she was pissed because she didn’t want me kissing another woman.

She’ll admit it. I’ll make damn sure she does.

When I walk in she’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror taking off her eye makeup, unaware I’m in her room. “Fucker, I went to a funeral for him. I winged my eye liner for him. Fuck that. Fuck buddy means fuck buddy, not get your tits in an uproar, Kat. Nonsensical. Stupid. Bitches are stupid. I’m no bitch. Well I’m a bitch but not that kind of bitch.”

I start to undress quietly as she continues to spew shit about men sucking and her being a bitch but not a bitch. It is fucking hysterical.

I climb into the bed and switch off the nightstand light making the room dark as hell. I lay back and continue listening to Kat spew.

“Men, fuck men. Fuck men and their penises.” I watch her lean in closer to the mirror, “Penises are not magic. You have a body pillow to lay next to, a broom to kill spiders, you can open your own fucking jars, and you have more peens than you’ll ever play with. Fuck. Them. All. And fuck Ricco and his mountain cock. It is not a unicorn, or magical.”

She stops while she sticks the toothbrush in her mouth and brushes her teeth still sputtering.

I wish I had a video camera, I would have recorded it and sent it to her just to fuck with her.

After she spits out the paste she looks in the mirror as she pulls her hair up high on her head and ties it with a hair tie.

Then she cups her tits and says, “Who needs balls. I got these.”

She doesn’t walk out she fucking struts.

She sits on the edge of the bed and sighs. “Fucker stole my peens, wrecked my pooty, and kissed a bitch in my kitchen.”

At this point I am seriously embarrassed for her and as much as I think it would be fun to fuck with her, I know Kat and she won’t take kindly to that.

So I sigh, letting her know I’m in her damn bed and also giving her the opportunity to shut up or flip out.

“You are not here,” she whispers.

“Lay down Kat,” I say and she does.

“You are not here,” she whispers rolling to her side facing away from me.

I lean over and reach on the floor where my bag sits. I grab one of her plastic dicks that I grabbed from home and then I roll over and pull her toward me.

“You are not here,” she says.

“Shhh,” I whisper and pull her leg up as I slide my knee between her legs.

“I don’t do sleepovers,” she whispers as I lay back pulling her against me, her back to my chest.

“I know that,” I say kissing her neck.

“And I don’t get attached.” This time her voice is so low, so fucking quiet it’s like she is trying to tell herself a secret.

“I know it’s not in your plans.” I reach around and drop the dick on the mattress and slide my hand between her legs.

“Pussy’s wet.” I lick up her neck and she shivers. “So fucking hot and wet.”

She whimpers as I slide a finger in her and she tenses.

“Sore,” she sighs.

“I know Kat.”

I don’t go in hard. One finger easing in and out at a nice lazy pace. I reach my other hand around and circle her clit.

She moans and arches into my touch.

“Just like that Kat. Just like that I can make you feel good.”

“Shhh,” she says as her hips gently rotate.

“I’m giving you what you want. I’m not taking shit Kat. I’m doing you nice and easy. You feel me?”

“Yes, yes I feel you.”

Her hips press a little harder into my touch. “Tell me what you want?”

“I,” she shakes her head against me.

“Truth Kat. It’s you and me, Ricco and Kat.”

“I don’t want this,” she says moaning.

“You do woman, you fucking do,” I tell her, kissing her neck.

“I don’t want to.” Again her whisper is a secret to herself.

I take in a deep breath and rub my face against her head. “Then don’t.”

And I think to myself,
I fucking dare you
.

I pull my hand away from her hot wet pussy and grab the dick. I turn it on and rub it from her knee to her center.

“I’ll go easy with this. But then, I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Yes,” she pants.

KAT

I wake up in the most peculiar position. I am lying in Ricco’s arms looking at his chest and the ink of two people entwined.

I wake up with an ache between my legs. The same ache I had when I was at that damn funeral and he had his paw on my knee stopping me from kicking that bitch’s ass.

I wake up with the same ache I felt all day long until, if I remember correctly, I made a complete and total ass out of myself when I assumed that the man lying under me and around me made that ache worse, and then better…for much of last night and I assume by the feeling between my thighs, stopped just a few hours ago.

I wake and it’s still dark. I assume it is anyway. The curtains are drawn in my room and it’s pitch black.

I wake knowing that if I don’t get my ass out of this bed Macey is going to bust in to wake me up and see me naked with the man who for days now has driven me mad with lust, desire, and satisfied me much more than I have ever been satisfied.

I slide down his body to escape without waking him. As soon as my feet hit the floor he groans and his hand flexes. Quickly I push my body pillow toward him in hopes that he doesn’t wake because, I have no idea what I will say to him after last night. Hell I don’t remember half of what came out of my mouth last night and I’m pretty damn sure I don’t want to know.