Match This! (The UnSocial Dater#1) (23 page)

“No. I get a lawyer I waste more money, then I have less to take care of Nat.”

“Nat’s three,” I say trying to figure out the time line.

“Yeah, she was born in Bedford. Not something I ever want her to know.”

“Of course not,” I say looking down.

“Enough talk about me, let’s talk about you and your asinine idea that this shit is safe.” He scrolls. “Who’s this?”

He holds out the phone and I tell him the truth behind the app. “It started as a promise to help the Mom-ster. I agreed to try it out. Then my girls thought it was fun to set me up on dates.”

“You like dates?” he asks.

“No,” I answer honestly.

“I’m not a stupid man, Kat, but I’m at a loss here.”

You and me both
, I think as I take a drink.

“I’m happy with my life. The online thing was a means to an end.”

“With Carrie,” he states.

“Yeah, but…” I stop and shake my head.

“But what?”

“I don’t know, things happened. I learned some shit, I guess it wasn’t all that bad.”

A text message pops up on my phone and he hits it

Rob: Okay fine, I am married but it’s not a good marriage, okay?

“You’re seeing a married man?”

“Hell no, I mean, I went out with him, I didn’t know he was married. It’s done.”

“You’re not someone’s side piece, a secret, a—”

“I know,” I groan as I roll my eyes. He smiles and shakes his head. “What?”

“Nat does that shit already. I was hoping she’d grow out of it. Apparently you females never do.”

The phone dings again.

Rob: Kat, I know you’re on that site. I also know you said you don’t know what you’re looking for. Stop looking. I’m right here. I have a couple more years and then this is all yours.

“This guy needs his ass kicked,” Ricco’s jaw clenches.

“Don’t they all.” I finish my wine and set it down.

The phone dings again and Ricco’s eyes just about pop out of his head and then his face turns red.

“What?”

“This motherfucker sent a dick pic.”

“Let me see,” I laugh.

“No, fuck that. It’s not cool.” He stands and holds the phone away from me. “Christ, the poor bastard.”

“Now you feel sorry for him?” I laugh.

“Yeah, I kind of do.”

“That bad?” I ask and climb on the couch to get high enough to reach the phone.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Getting my fucking phone,” I jump, he grabs me and slams me down on the couch.

“Fuck,” I say and he looks at me.

“What the hell was that, Kat?”

“What asshole?” I sit up.

“That fucking noise you just made.”

The way he’s looking at me, all the dick talk, and four glasses of wine have me feeling… off.

“What noise?” I ask looking away.

He sets my phone down and grabs my chin. “The fucking growl.”

I shrug and turn to pull my face away and he holds it tighter.

“You liked that.”

“Liked what?” I ask, still not pulling away.

“You like to be thrown around.”

I force myself to laugh and then push his hand off my face. “No.”

His eyes still have mine, I can’t look away, he won’t look away.

“I call bullshit.”

“So what if I do? So fucking what,” I laugh and start to turn to walk away.

His hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me hard against him. I groan again, but this time I’m aware of it.

This shit can’t happen. No, no it can’t.

“You better hope I never hear of a man laying his hands on you like that.”

“I promise not to fuck and tell,” I say pulling forward.

“Is that a fact?” He pulls me back harder.

I look over my shoulder as he’s licking his lips. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you any damn differently than you are me.”

“You started it,” I say trying to sound angry and not turned on.

“No, Kat, on my bike the other night, you started it.”

“I was drunk and cold.”

“You were rubbing up and down my stomach and your little nips were sticking out.”

Can’t deny that.

“Drunk and cold,” I repeat.

“Hot and bothered,” he says closer to my ear.

It dawns on me right then. “That’s why you’ve been a dick.”

“Not a dick, just trying to ignore the fact that ever since that night, I have wondered what your pussy tastes like.”

My eyes go back to his expecting something totally different than I get. It isn’t a joke. There is no hidden camera in the room. It is him and it is me. Chills run down my spine and I swallow hard.

I close my eyes seeking an escape from the inferno inside me and wrapped around me.

“You’re my friend, my co-worker, my—”

“You trust me,” he says, not asks.

“I don’t want a relationship and—”

“Not seeking one myself. Not for a long damn time. Too much shit to deal with.”

“I can’t do that. Not with you.”

“But you can a complete stranger?”

“Ricco,” I sigh.

“A married man, a stranger, a fucking high school kid?”

My eyes spring up and I glare at him. “I didn’t fuck that kid.”

“Didn’t say you did, but fact is, the next dick inside you needs to be one that’s of age, unmarried, and skilled. I got all that pressing right up against you now.”

I arch my back instinctively.

“That’s it babe, the only problem is, I’m not sure how good a fit I’ll be.”

I look up again and he’s smirking. From the feel of his erection against my back, his smirk isn’t one caused by a joke, he sees it as a challenge.

God his eyes get more green and less brown when he’s turned on. I look at his lips, red, wet, full. I remember his abs under my hands and the ‘V’ I saw when he took his sweatshirt off for me. Ricco, my co-worker, my friend, is fucking hot.

I pull away. “This changes nothing between us at work. You’ve had a rough day. I understand.”

“Kat.” He takes one Ricco size step towards me.

“No. Just stop, okay? We,” I point between the two of us, “can’t happen.”

He shakes his head no. “It’s gonna happen.”

“No, it’s not.”

“We both want it.”

“So what, it’s wrong.”

He takes two steps and I am pulled in the air, face-to-face, eye-to-eye with him. “Didn’t even try to deny it.”

I try to come up with an excuse. Say something in defense of how I am acting, how my body is responding and what pops out of my mouth? “So what, I like dick.”

“Then you’re gonna love my cock.”

One arm is around my waist holding me up. The other hand is on the back of my neck pushing me towards his lips that I know are going to fuck up my happy, single existence. Fuck up my nights spent with plastic and batteries, my clean damn sheets, and my simple easy life.

“This, can’t happen,” I say as his paw grips my hair and pulls my head back.

His teeth scrape down the side of my neck, “I need to fuck. You need to fuck. Now where are we doing this?”

“The girls-”

“Where. Are. We. Doing. This?”

“Up—” His hand releases my hair and shoves down the back of my pants. His finger runs down the crack of my ass and then thrust just inside of my pussy. “Stairs.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he says holding me up like a bowling ball.

I open my eyes and realize we’re halfway up the stairs.

“This can’t,” he pushes his finger further in. I lean forward and bite his neck to stop from sounding off and waking up Darby and Natalia.

“We’re gonna play well together,” he groans. “Gonna fuck, Kat. No love making. Just raw fucking.”

He sits down and the bed creaks underneath his weight. He pulls his hand out from my pants and fists my hair pulling it back.

“You got that?”

“This is a stupid idea. We shouldn’t.”

He exhales a deep breath then puts his hand to his mouth and licks his finger. “Finger's been in your pussy. Tastes good. Not proposing. You need it, I need it. We’re doing it.” He grips the sides of my tee, “Arms up, Kitty Kat.”

“Ricco,” I say shaking my head no, but damn it, I really need this. Fuck.

“Told me you loved dick. I told you you’ll love cock. I can go face first in your pussy right from go, or I can suck the tits I fucking pierced. You choose.”

“And what do you get from this.”

“Sex, blowjobs, anal-.”

“Is that so?” I ask.

He completely ignores me. “Another thing, when we fuck, I’m in charge. You wanna be queen bee at the shop, it’s all you. When we’re in bed, I fuck you.”

“I don’t do anal.”

“You will,” he pulls my shirt up. “Arms up or I rip it off.”

“Nothing changes.” But everything will. I’m such a whore! Why can't I just say no?

“Kat, you’re grinding on me.” I was ready to tell him he was full of shit when I realize, I so am. “No idea how long she’ll sleep. You want cock, I want pussy. Let’s do this.”

I put my arms up, “You'd better be worth it.”

“Look at me, Kat. You know damn well I am.”

My shirt gets tossed and I’m lifting his. He bats my hand aside and his mouth takes my tit.

He isn’t gentle, not one bit. He tugs at the barbells and I sink my nails into his shoulders. He looks up, mouth full of me and tugs again. I dig in deeper and he moans.

Son-of-a-bitch, what am I getting myself into?

“Wait,” I gasp when I feel what I am sure is the onset of an orgasm from just tit action.

He groans and pulls back. My boob pops out of his mouth and he looks at me.

“This isn’t going to go well,” I push both hands against his chest and climb down off Mount Ricco. The man has a bulge the size of fucking Jersey.

“You gonna go get stupid and fall in love? Try to get knocked up at-”

“Fuck no,” I say cutting him off. “But we're going to be partners.”

“So?” He says standing up and unbuckling his belt.

“I’ve been dating,” he stops and looks up at me through... fuck me, Ricco has killer lashes and hair too.

“I haven’t.”

“So?”

“So, you wanna date, you date. But when I’m fucking you, I’m the only one fucking you.”

“So if things go well on a date I'm not supposed to-.”

He smirks and then bites his lip.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“Kat, you wanna fuck me or date me?”

“Fuck you,” I answer quickly and then immediately regret it. “Wait was that-”

“Woman, it’s not hard to figure out. You find someone you want for more than a free meal-”

“A free what? Please, I can buy my own damn food,” I say grabbing my shirt.

“Then what do you need a damn date for?”

No idea? But fuck that, “Do you want Nat to have dates of just fu-.”

“For fuck's sake, Kat. You don’t say shit like that about a man’s little girl. Besides, you are Kat, badass bitch who likes dick.” He laughs. “But apparently you can’t handle cock.”

“Oh, I can handle cock,” I argue for the sake of arguing. “But I can go on dates and get laid, so-”

He walks to the door, “You had your chance.”

“So now you're being a pussy?”

“Let’s get one thing straight, I’m no pussy. You, however-”

“So, you’re gonna to be a dick at work?”

“Did you not hear a thing I said? Work, you’re head bitch. Bed, you just lay there and hold your ankles.”

“And I can date?”

He nods once, “You do you, Kat. We just use each other's bodies.”

“You’ll wear a condom?”

He shakes his head no, “You get that shot thing. I don’t need to.”

“Well, then get tested.” I say sticking my nose up.

“You too.”

“Okay.” I say and realize I’m agreeing to fucking my co-worker, co-owner, co-what-the fuck-ever.

“I’m taking the couch.”

“You can’t stay here.” I gulp.

“Afraid you won’t behave yourself?”

“As if,” I huff.

“I’ll be on the couch. You feel like giving me head, come see me.”

“What has gotten in to you?” I say as I pull my shirt over my head, regretful that I stopped what was going down.

“Shit day, Kat. Needed an escape, you’ve been needing one for a while. Two friends helping each other out.”

“Well, there are kids downstairs.”

“Always gonna be kids around,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“There are babysitters.”

His jaw tenses and I immediately want to kick myself in the ass for what I just said.

“Shitbags out there. I don’t trust many. The woman I trusted died today.”

I take in a deep breath and nod. “How long does she usually sleep?”

“She’s not a baby, she’s three now, she sleeps, Kat.”

I need it, he needs it. This may work out.

“You wanna fuck?” He asks.

“You have a condom?”

“I got three.” He says walking back in the room and closing the door behind him.

“No anal, no oral.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and all the pieces he has on display make me hot. His nipple piercings are sexy as fuck. He drops his pants, no underwear, and I swear my mouth waters.

The mountain of peen in the jean wasn’t an optical illusion, or a lovesick girls disillusion, that the man she was about to sleep with is the ‘biggest’ she’s ever had. It is a dick you can’t even lie about. It isn’t even cute. I mean, it is ET with the hood on. I know damn sure the base will have to use an area code to call the head, or whatever you call one like it.

“Get naked, Kat. I’m gonna fuck you.”

“You’ll ruin my pussy.”

“That’s the plan.” He steps to me.

“That thing is too big, it’s-.”

“Uncut, Kat.”

“Why?” Yes I’m stalling, but I also want to know.

“It’s a fucking masterpiece. The doctor just couldn’t do it.” I laugh and he raises an eyebrow. “It’s the damn truth, shit's written in my baby book. Now get naked.”

“You could fuck an ocean with it. There is no way you are going to just ramrod me with that thing when your kid may wake up.”

He tilts his head and then scratches it, “Kat, you scared of my cock?”

“Hell no. But damn, Ricco, that,” I point to Mount Ricco, “Is not something to just toss in.”

He tries his damnedest to suppress a grin but shakes his head.

“What?”

“Badass Kat, is not so badass.”

“Badass Kat would rather ride plastic and walk tomorrow.”