Imperfections (38 page)

"You didn't have sex. I'm going to try to remain calm so you can explain how what he was doing to you wasn't sex."

"Nick—" he holds up his finger to stop me from continuing.

"What do you call it when we do it? If I had my face in my ex's crotch, you would call it sex."

"His mouth wasn't down there," I tell him defensively.

"Head, mouth, hand, dick, does it matter? Once I stamped it and put my mark on it nothing should've been between your legs except for me."

I can't believe he's saying this. This is the same man who has slept with how many women? He didn't care if they were with anyone else. "I'm not your personal property."

"You're right. Tell me, since you're not my personal property, does this mean you intend to do this again with him or anyone else? You should let me know so I know what I'm dealing with."

"Don't be a complete and total DICK! You know I'm not having sex with anyone else." My hand is itching to throw this pillow at him and smack him in his face. "Who told you?"

"You did. I thought when you remembered you'd tell me. Instead, you're lying to me."

"I didn't lie to you. I didn't see the need to tell you; we weren't together. I knew it wasn't going to happen again. It didn't feel right, all I kept thinking was, he isn't Nick. I had a lot to drink and I was still reeling from everything I found out about you and Kate."

"You decided to get back at me by doing that with him. In the back of a sleazy club."

"I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to feel something else other than hurt. I wanted to stop crying and let go."

"Do you want to be with him?"

I take his hand and try to pull him down on the bed. He doesn't move a muscle; it's like trying to move a slab of granite. "Nick, please..." He sits next to me, still very angry. "I'm here with you. That was before this. What we have is extremely fragile and new, I don't know what to call it. We're not just friends anymore, we're way past that. I can't even say we're boyfriend and girlfriend. I only know I want to be here, with you." I look in his eyes when I say every word to let him know, I'm where I want to be, with him.

I see some of the tension leave his body and he looks down at my hand holding his. "We don't need to define what we are when we're together, Cat. You're right; we weren't together when it happened. It still doesn't mean I don't want to kill him. I'm pissed the fuck off I have to think about you and him together. Again. It's even worse than you just having sex with him because you two have history together, he was your first."

His nostrils are slightly flaring with every breath he takes. He looks like he's going to walk out again. I have more right than him to be upset. At least I didn't get knocked up by Matt. "How do you think I feel about you and Kate? You didn't just have sex, you might have created another human being with her. That's a bond for life."

Yeah, that gets his attention. He runs his hands over his face. He moves up on the bed, his hips touching my folded legs. "No one's going to know what happened between me and Matt but everyone is going to know about you and Kate." His hand is on my knee and he turns his body more toward me.

"That was the worst decision I ever made. If I could do it all over again, it would have never happened."

"And the same goes for me with Matt the other night." With a sigh, I touch his arm. "I don't want to talk about them anymore. Let's call a truce from now till I leave tomorrow."

"What does this truce entail?"

"We won't talk about anyone in my family and he whose name shall not be mentioned."

"That would be best for both of us."

I can see he's still upset. He's upset with me as much as he is with Matt. The muscle in his right jaw is still ticking. Rubbing my bare knee he gets up. He wants me to forgive him for Kate but he's hardly looked at me since he came back in the room.

"I'm going to the gym."

"You're leaving?"

"The gym's downstairs. You haven't seen it yet. I'll show it to you another time."

"Okay."

"I'm going to work out. Hit the punching bag."

I feel sorry for the punching bag. Too much drama this early in the day. I blow out a breath, close my eyes, run my fingers through my hair, and lie back against the pillows. Slowly, I drift off into dreamland.

I'm wearing white lace underwear and a matching bra. Walking in a field of bright red roses surrounded by what looks like a field of clouds. The smell of the flowers is intoxicating. I'm floating off the ground in the air on a bed of fluffy white clouds. I lie back and spread my arms, petals of roses floating up in the air swirl all around me over my skin. They're moving over my legs like a hand caressing my body and it feels good.

I feel myself being gently pulled back down hovering slightly. I'm not scared. It feels like I've been here before. Nick, he's kissing me on my neck. "Hello, beautiful." Is this a dream?

I look into his eyes glowing at me. His hand moves between my legs, he rips off my underwear and I gasp. He watches me as he slides his fingers in me. He dips his head low and takes my breast in his mouth and gently licks around my nipple. My head rolls back against the pillow of clouds with my eyes shut. This is the best dream I've ever had. "Mmm…" I feel myself being pulled out of my dream. I don't want to go I want to stay. I open my eyes realizing it's not a dream. I see a pair of amazing clear jewel-colored eyes. As beautiful as they are hard, they are equally mesmerizing.

He's on top of me on the bed with a wicked lazy smile. "I thought you were going to work out."

"I changed my mind. I was watching you sleep. I have a better way to work off my aggression."

I'm kind of apprehensive here. I don't know if this is a good idea. He was really upset and I'm not sure how much he's calmed down. I'm sure this will help him work off some of his aggression, but I don't know if I want to be the one he's working it off on.

"Aah…" I'm hesitant and he senses my apprehension.

"I'm good, Cat. Trust me."

Pressing his lips against mine, he softly kisses me reassuring me he's in control. I nod my head and he whispers to me, a slight smile on his lips,

"Relax."

Opening my robe he kisses me on my lips again. His hands and eyes roam over my body from my neck down to my navel. The muscles in my throat work as I swallow, watching him open my legs with his knee, like in my dreams his head dips low. He flicks his tongue over the tip of each of my nipples making them pucker and peak into hard buds. My breathing gets shallower as I feel his warm hot breath on my sensitized nipples. Blowing on one he takes it in his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth and tongue. I can't stop moving under him. I want to rub my legs together to relieve the tension building inside of me but he won't let me. He keeps my legs separated with his.

I try to run my hands through his hair to get him closer to me as he sucks me deeper in his mouth. He holds one hand up above my head and presses me down into the mattress with the weight of his body. God! I need him to touch me. I arch my back to push farther in his mouth. It's not working, he sucks harder and harder but I need more. He moans against me when he flicks my nipple side to side driving me to pull his head back by his ear making him release my swollen nipple. He grunts, running his fingers over my hard wet nipple.

"Nick, I need you to touch me." He licks my lips and kisses me hard.

Moving down my body with wet kisses, he spreads my legs wide open with his hands like he's examining me with his head between my legs.

"Are you ready?"

I answer back, "I don't know, do I look ready?"

He runs his tongue along the side of my lips making my insides quiver. "Yeah, you're ready."

Placing his hands on the juncture of my thighs, he spreads my folds open with his thumbs. His tongue snakes out of his mouth and licks my creases. My eyes close and open, rolling back into my head at the first lick, my lips part at the feel of his tongue on me.

"I want to make you feel good."

His tongue trails down the middle of my throbbing center lapping at the entrance of my opening. My head goes back, my pelvis rocks forward, but I can't move, his arms are on my thighs. With the strength of his hands he keeps me open to him, rendering me immobile until he's ready.

"I want you to taste how sweet you are to me, on my lips." His tongue slides into me effortlessly mingling with my wetness. I feel it spread out inside me against my walls. Flailing up and down circling my walls, his tongue and his fingers move up over my clit at the same time rubbing me until I'm so heated, my hands tangle in the sheets at my sides. Unable to control myself, I pull them off.

I bite down on my lip until it's almost painful. My walls constricting around his tongue he stops and replaces his mouth with his fingers sliding in me. He watches me when he slips his fingers in and slowly pulls them out and in, he holds them there. I grind myself against his hand trying to get as close as possible creating more friction.

"Open your mouth, Cat." I do as he says. He withdraws his fingers from me and places them in my mouth.

My lips close around his fingers sucking them deep into my mouth. Making a gravelly sexy sound deep in the back of his throat, he's watching me taste myself on his fingers, with intense unleashed heat in his eyes. He draws his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue. Once again, I greedily suck his tongue into my mouth hard. Our hands are everywhere, touching, pulling, pushing. Pressed together, moaning and writhing with need, our tongues dance against each other. He frees his self and pushes the thick rock hard head of his penis against my opening, swirling it around my wetness almost penetrating me.

"I need you inside me now, Nick, now."

"Baby, I need a condom, wait, wait." He pulls one out of his drawer, pulls it on and presses into me, my walls close tight around him. He holds my legs open and my hands curl round his strong, firm muscular shoulders. With slow, sweet agonizing circular movements he strokes, grinding into me hard, the base of his dick pressed against me airtight.

"Cat, you feel so fucking good."

My mouth is open wide like the rest of me but the only thing coming out is air. He pulls out inch by agonizing slow inch to the tip, slamming back into me hard, taking me by surprise. "Aaah!" My back arches up and he holds still, pulls back and again slams back into me.

"Aaah!" This time I'm not so surprised, it feels good with him pressed against my clit giving me the friction I need. He repeats his movements each time picking up speed.

"So. Good. Cat."

In the distance, I hear a door slam and what sounds like a man's voice calling Nick's name.

He grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and kisses me. "Nick?" I breathe his name. I can see the muscles working in his jaw. He shakes his head at me in answer.

"Turn over on your stomach," he tells me, quickly pulling out of me and flipping me on my stomach. "Hold on to the pillow and spread your legs apart." He pulls me up by the hips onto my knees and slams into me so hard I scream his name.

"Ah, Nick!" The force of his deep penetration as he slams into me is equal parts pleasure and pain. He's never been so deep inside me, pushing past my walls, opening me with fast, hard, circular strokes with his hips. Leaning over me, he squeezes my breast between his fingers intensifying the sensations with him inside me between my legs. I grip the pillows under me endlessly moaning.

"You okay, too much?"

"No, keep going it feels good," I tell him, not wanting him to stop. He pulls back again and slams into me this time faster and harder. He repeats this over and over again until I scream his name repeatedly. He doesn't stop talking to me.

"Yes. Nick. Yes."

"This is my pussy, Cat. Mine."

"Yes, Nick, yes."

"This dick is yours, fucking yours."

"Yes, no one else's."

"Yes, fuck, Cat, fuck."

My walls grip around him squeezing tight. I don't know what I'm saying anymore. He slams into me one last time and I explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

"Hold on, babe, I'm coming."

He's still moving inside me, riding me hard, when I hear him scream his release seconds later. His hands around my waist dig into my skin almost painfully holding me up. We fall onto the bed still together. I feel his weight on top of me and the sweat from our bodies, out of breath, breathing hard and panting. He kisses me on my shoulder, moves my hair to the side of my back and kisses me on my neck sucking the spot around his lips soothing it with his tongue.

I can't speak. I'm so weak, but I know what he's doing. "Nick, don't do that someone might see it."

A contented sigh is his only response, running his hand against the side of my ass up my side stroking the side of my breast. He gets up to get rid of the condom. I'm half asleep when he comes back and puts the covers over me. He puts his hand across my back and massages me.

"Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. It was all good."

"I got a little carried away."

"Did you? You can get carried away anytime you want."

He kisses me on the tip of my nose. "Good. I will."

I giggle and he smiles brushing my hair behind my ears. I'm drifting into sleep and when my eyes close I hear him say,

"I love you, Catherine Reed."