Imperfections (35 page)

"Make sure you give her so much to talk about she starts speaking in tongues, like a holy roller in church on Sunday morning. Have fun, y'all, bye," she says laughing and hangs up.

"What am I going to do with you?" I lie back staring at his mouth.

"Anything you want after I have my way with you."

"Are you going to let my hands go?"

"No."

"No?"

He brushes his lips across mine tracing their outline, licking his way down below the top of my neck while watching my pulse beat with each stroke of his tongue on my sensitive skin.

"You taste like vanilla chocolate swirl pralines."

"What? Do you want to make me laugh at a time like this?"

"Yes."

"If you keep saying things like that, all you're going to hear is me laughing."

His head slowly descends in a trail of wet, hot kisses down the column of my arched neck. The laughter slowly fades as I close my eyes enjoying his mouth."

"I want to hear you moan."

The tip of his tongue moves its way down to the swell of my breast and stops to bite the peak of my nipple through my bra. Lifting my shirt up with his free hand he frees my breasts. I open my eyes, meeting his smoldering gray ones filled with lust. His tongue brushes my nipple in a sweet circular motion. His other hand moves down the side of my arm to cup my swollen breast in his hand. My lips part and I take deep, shallow breaths watching as his delicious lips close over the peak of my nipple and I'm lost to the pleasure of his warm, wet mouth.

"I like it when you watch what I do to you."

"Mmm." I moan, feeling the wet throbbing heat between my thighs as he swirls and sucks me; with the palm of his other hand he brings equal pleasure to my other swollen breast.

"Please, Nick." My voice is harsh, gasping for air.

"I like to hear everything that comes out of your mouth, especially my name on your lips."

"Nick, please."

"Please what?"

"Please. Please."

"Please, what?"

"Give it to me."

"Give you what, Cat?"

"You know what I want."

"I know what you want, but I want to hear it. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." He's a wicked man.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Fuck me, Nick…fuck me."

"That's all you had to say," he says with a wicked smile. "Get up." He grabs my hands, pulling my shirt over my head. "Take your pants off," he orders.

I do what he tells me, taking off my shoes and pulling my tights off as fast as I can. He pins me up against the wall, grabs the back of my head and with my mouth wide open, he crushes his lips to mine ramming his tongue inside. I moan out loud with surprise. "Mmm…Mmm…mmm."

Dropping his hands, they move with urgency to unbuckle his pants. I hear the sound of his zipper. I can hardly stand up straight when he tells me to put my hand around his neck. I hear the sound of a foil packet being opened while he's kissing me so hard my body is almost painfully pressed against the wall. I'm so turned on, I don't care; I need to feel him pushing inside me as quickly as possible. Grabbing my thighs, he slides me up against the wall spreading them wide open. He sinks into me fast, the penetration deep, I pull my head back breaking our mouths apart and gasp out his name. He stops inside me, groaning, burying his face in the side of my neck.

"Oh, Nick! Oh, Nick!"

Pulling out of me he slides back in, faster and faster each time. "Cat, it feels so good to be fucking you. I love your fucking pussy."

"Nick," I pant, holding back a scream.

"I fucking love this shit."

"Nick."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yeeeees…Nick!"

I explode without warning; my body squeezing him harder and harder inside me. He grabs my ass tighter, his fingers slipping in, opening me up wider for even deeper penetration as he stretches me growing bigger and harder, pushing all the way up inside of me. Ramming me against the wall till I feel him hitting the top of what must be the infamous spot. I can't close my mouth or speak, my orgasm hitting me fast and hard.  He's matching the rhythm of every pulsing quake I feel in my body. He pulls out fast one more time and grinds back inside me filling me to the hilt, throbbing inside me, jerking me against the wall over and over again. I'm spread so wide I feel like my hip bones are separating, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs and ass.

My head falls back against the wall, I'm out of breath and panting like crazy, my chest is rapidly rising and falling; with my throat dry, I try to find some spit in my mouth to swallow. Nick blows out a deep breath, leaning against my body. He has me wedged between him and the wall for support. I wrap my arms around his neck tighter. He kisses me under my chin and my mouth.

"I wanted to do that all fucking day. Damn, that was good."

My voice is really hoarse I'm not sure if he can hear me well. "Yeah, that was damn good."

"I'm glad I pleased you."

"You always please me. Inside and out."

"That's what I like to hear. I like to please you over and over again in many ways."

Yes, he does.

He sucks on my bottom lip and lets go. I look down at him and notice something for the first time. "You didn't take off your clothes."

"No time, I wanted you too badly. I barely put on the condom. That's what you do to me, you drive me crazy with need."

I smile at him kissing the side of his face.

"You like that, huh?"

I nod my head up and down and he slaps me on the side of my butt softly.

"Let's go take a bath so I can take you to bed. I want to stay in you for as long as I can but I have to take this off. I can't wait to stop using these with you."

I look down at our bodies still joined and the condom on him. He brushes my hair out of my face. I look up in his eyes, mesmerizing as always.

"Cat, I don't want to have anything between us."

"Me either," I say, resting my forehead against his. A melancholy mood settles over me. "I wish we didn't have so many things working against us. I want it to be only me and you."

"I know, baby, I know."

I wake up in Nick's bed and he's not here. What time is it? I roll over and look at my phone. It's 3 a.m. I roll over to his side of the bed on my stomach; putting my head on his pillow, I inhale deeply. His pillow smells like him, a crisp fresh masculine scent I can't quite place. I wonder where he is. I still can't believe I'm here in his bed naked as the day I was born. I smile to myself. I can't believe I'm here after all these years. It's not how I would have wanted it to happen, but I wouldn't change a thing.

I came to go out for dinner and we ended up making love. I wish I could make time stand still and replay every single moment of what we did together. He wants me and I want him. I don't know how we're going to make this work with everything and everyone against us. When my family finds out about us they'll probably disown me and kick me out of the family. Kate's going to hate me. If I were her, I would definitely hate me.

Maybe the best thing to do is keep this thing between Nick and me a secret for as long as possible. Nick's not going to like sneaking around lying to everyone for too long. I hate the idea of us hiding the way we feel about each other but I don't want to be the one to break my family's heart. To see the disappointment in their faces for what I've done and what I'm doing to my sister. God, it's going to be a hundred times worse when they find out she's pregnant.

This was not what I envisioned when I decided to come back. I thought Nick and I had a real chance of being together since our time apart. What can be better than being in love with your best friend, the person who knows you the best, who you can share almost anything with without being judged. Unconditionally. The last thing in the world I expected was to come home and find out my sister is engaged— and most likely expecting—to the same man I spent more than half of my life loving albeit a one-sided love, it still hurts. It will always hurt every time I think about it. I can't believe I even have to think about something like this. Damn. Life can be a cruel bitch. When you've found the happiness you've always wanted it slaps you across the face and tells you to wake the fuck up!

I roll back over to the other side of the bed to look at my phone again. Sitting up I look around the room for something to put on so I can go find Nick. I see one of his white dress shirts folded neatly on a chair. I throw the covers off, walk over and put it on. It's big on me, it's practically swallowing me up. I feel like a little kid playing dress up in her daddy's clothes except this daddy is the hottest daddy I've ever seen. A picture of Kate and a baby in her arms—who looks like Nick—pops into my head. I close my eyes against the ache in my chest and push it out of my mind. I hope this baby is not Nick's. It would make things easier. Wouldn't it be great if I had a genie in a bottle?

I stand in the doorway with my hands crossed against the doorjamb watching him. I can stare at him for hours. He's sitting on the floor in his pajama pants, shirtless, well defined abs clearly outlined with his back against the sofa. His legs are up, forearms on his knees, a beer bottle in his hand. He's thinking about something, I wonder what it is. To anyone else it would seem as if he's relaxed and enjoying the view of the city. Through windows so clear it's like there's nothing there, as if you can reach out and touch all you see.

From his profile, I can see his jaw is tense and his lips are drawn together. Maybe he's having second thoughts about us. Why wouldn't he? I'm having doubts myself. As much as I want him and me to be together I would be lying to myself and to him if I said I wasn't scared about what lies ahead for us. This is a no-win situation for everyone. We all have something to lose. For me, the respect of my family and them seeing me in a different light. What if they choose sides and I'm not on the side they choose? I don't know if I can handle being an outsider in my own family.

As much as I don't want Kate's baby to be Nick's, I know if it's not, she'll be losing out on a great father for her baby. She's still my sister and I love her, I want to see her have the best. To be happy and have everything she's ever wanted. Married to a wonderful man and a father for her child that will put the both of them first before anyone or anything else. Like Ava said, a man that will show her and her child a love that only comes around once in a lifetime.

Nick runs the chance of losing a family he's known and been close to for years. He could lose a friend that is a brother to him. Family comes first but they are family to each other. They grew up together, wherever one was the other was never far behind. They saw each other through good times and bad. Not everyone is lucky to have a friendship like theirs.

I watch him for another few minutes before I decide to walk to him. Seeing him sitting there raising the bottle to his mouth taking a long pull of his beer, looking sexier than any man has a right to in the middle of the night, makes me want to run my hands through his charcoal black hair, ease my legs over him, taking his lips between my teeth, kissing him until I can't think anymore.

"Hey, you," I whisper to him, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness in the room. He takes my hand and I can't help but smile at the feeling that flows up to my arms through my body from this one simple touch. I sit down next to him and flick my tongue over his shoulder with an open-mouthed kiss.

"Mmm…if you keep that up, I'm going to rip that shirt off and we're going to go for round three right here on the floor."

"I wouldn't object, I think I might like that. Me on my back, you on top of me doesn't sound too bad at all."

"No, it doesn't."

He kisses me softly on the lips and puts his hand on the side of my face with the beer bottle in the other hand. I open my mouth and run my tongue against his upper lip. I feel the warmth of his mouth against mine, the sweet taste of beer mixed with the intoxicating smell. I moan and pull back to look into his eyes, he rests his forehead against mine.