by Mj Fields
ImPerfectly Matched!
Book 2 of Matched Duet
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright
Also By MJ Fields
Book Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About The Author
Copyright © MJ Fields 2016
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*Disclaimer*
This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. It involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18.
ALSO BY MJ FIELDS
Steel Series
The Men Of Steel Series
Forever Steel
Jase
Jase and Carly: Summer Lovin’ (novella)
Cyrus
Zandor
Xavier
Forever Family (novella)
Family (novella)
Raising Steel (Momma Joe's Story)
The Ties Of Steel Series
Abe
Dominic
Eroe (novella)
Sabato
The Rockers of Steel Series
Memphis Black (Memphis and Tallia)
Finn Beckett (Finn and Sonya)
River James (River and Kianna)
Billy Jeffers (Billy and Madison)
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LRAH Legacy Series
These families stories are intertwined starting with The Love series, they move to the Wrapped Series, the Burning Souls series, and end in Love You Anyways.
Many more series will spin off from these characters already written and each will be a standalone series but for those of us who love a story to continue I recommend reading in this order.
The Love Series
(Must be read in this order)
Blue Love
New Love
Sad Love
True Love
The Wrapped Series
Wrapped In Silk
Wrapped In Armor
Wrapped In Always and Forever
Burning Souls Series
Stained
Forged
Merged
(Best read following Love Series, Wrapped Series and
Burning Souls since characters crossover)
Love You Anyways
Love Notes
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The Norfolk Series
(Must be read in this order)
Irons 1 (Jax and Frankie, book 1)
Irons 2 (Jax and Frankie, book 2)
Irons 3 (Jax and Frankie, book 3)
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The Caldwell Brothers Series
(co-written w/ Chelsea Camaron)
Hendrix
Morrison
Jagger
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UnSocial Daters Club
Match This! (Kat's Story, book 1)
ImPerfectly Matched! (Kat's Story, book 2)
BOOK DESCRIPTION
Kat has found herself caught between a Qwerty and a rock hard alpha.
Ricco’s flippant attitude towards their highly sexual relationship and Kat’s dating seems to be exactly what she needs.
Ricco is the perfect wire-less / no strings, fuck buddy. He loves her peen collection even more than she does to the point she feels nearly battered after each encounter. But when he turns up the kink even more, when Match Up, becomes a twisted virtual version of a cuckold, even Kat tries to turn down the intensity.
@Mr.Mister becomes inventive and creepy, @baller seems too familiar, and @rider1 becomes her closest confidant.
When things get too intense, too emotional, and the past shows up, will Kat run from her problems once again, or will she be accepting of her ImPerfect Match?
Let’s recap shall we…
Moments ago I was almost torn apart by a mountain of a cock attached to my co–worker, co–owner of FS, co-whatever–the–fuck Ricco is.
As his big thick tongue was plunging into my holy grail of a pussy, his words not mine, my little sister Darby, who was asleep, called out my name just about the time I was going to call out to God.
I basically shoved Ricco and his mountain cock out the damn second story window. I am honestly surprised he fit with the huge hard- on he was sporting, or should say was sporting him.
Damn.
The fucking thing was an anomaly of monstrous proportion.
It was also the first uncut cock I had seen that wasn’t in an online porn flick.
“Kat?” I hear her voice again.
Shit.
Fuck.
This is not happening.
I look out the window to make sure he didn’t fall and break his neck, or worse yet, that magnificent piece of man meat.
He is looking up at me shaking his head. I flip him off and he gives it right back.
Fucker.
CHAPTER ONE
Fucked up Friday!
KAT
I jog down the stairs and Darby is standing there with Natalia in her arms. Nat is crying and Darby looks mortified.
“Everything okay?”
“She… um,” she pauses and holds her hand over the ear not pressed against her shoulder.
The knock on the door startles her. Not me, I know exactly who it is.
I rush to the door and swing it open. He looks pissed, hungry…fucking hot.
Cut the shit, I tell myself.
“Kid’s crying,” I say stepping back to let him in.
His look immediately softens as he walks quickly past me.
“Daddy,” she sobs and holds out her arms to him.
“What’s up Nat? Why you crying?” He hold
s out his hands to take her and then says, “Oh.”
He takes her under the arms and holds her away from his body.
“I showered again.”
“I see that,” he says and then nods. “We’ll square you away.”
“I showered in the cat’s bed,” she cries.
Showered? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“On Darby,” she continues and starts sobbing.
I look at Darby, who I now see the entire left side of her is soaked.
“She pissed my bed?” I gasp.
Her lip trembles and she says to Ricco, “The cat’s mad.”
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I take a deep breath and Ricco is looking at me like he expects me to be… grown up, nice… both. Fuck!
“No, Natalia, I’m not mad. Just a little… showered,” I grumble. “Darby, you can use the upstairs bathroom. Natalia, my room.”
I walk in my room, flip on the light and look at the bed.
She didn’t shower my bed, she flooded the fucker.
“Damn it,” I grumble under my breath.
“The cat is–” Natalia begins.
“Kat’s fine peanut.” He looks at me. “Tell her you’re fine.”
I wanna flip him off. Fucker. “It happens, Nat. It’s all good.”
His eyes show signs of amusement and I flip him off. No, Natalia didn’t see it. I’m not that fucked up. I just don’t… like kids.
As I strip the bed I can hear the water running from my bathroom.
“I’m cold Daddy,” she whines.
“You’ll be fine in a minute,” he says.
I look over as he’s peeling my tee shirt, the one she was wearing as a nightgown, off of her. He’s looking around trying to figure out where to put it.
“Daddy, I am fwozen.” She doesn’t pronounce the R’s as R’s, it’s a W, and her little teeth are chattering.
“Water’s almost ready, peanut.”
I walk in the bathroom. “Give me the shirt and wrap her in a towel until the water’s ready.”
He turns so his back is toward her, his eyebrow arches and he whispers, “Then the towel will smell like piss.”
“So what,” I say dropping the pissed on sheets and pushing past him. I grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around her. “Better?”
“Thank you, the cat.”
“You’re welcome, Nat,” I say and wink.
“You trying to school me on parenting again?” he grumbles in a whisper as I dump my dirty laundry basket out next to the piss sheets pile.
I don’t answer. I walk past him, bend down, grab the piss sheets and shirt and stuff them in the basket. I don’t even look at him when I walk out the door.
In the laundry room I load up the washer and start it. The room is spotless, compliments of Mom-ster. I miss her right now because she’d know what to do.
She’d also know where my peen collection is, and after tonight’s tease, I’m gonna need it.
I look everywhere to no avail.
Guess my fingers will have to work.
Fuck, I hate that.
When I walk out Ricco is at the sink filling a cleaning bucket. “You got some laundry detergent and vinegar?”
I walk back into the laundry room, grab a laundry pod and bring it back out. I hand it to him and point down to the cabinet below the sink. “Vinegar should be down there.”
“Go ahead and grab it.” He smirks. “I’d like to see you looking up at me from on your –”
The sound of Nat crying out, “Daddy” causes him to shut the fuck up and quickly make his way into the bedroom.
I bend down and open the cupboard searching for the vinegar. “No shit.”
I see a plastic tote with my plastic pleasuresicles all hanging out under the sink.
“Is everything okay?” Darby asks, startling me from behind.
I quickly stand up, kick the cupboard shut and turn around.
“Yes, of course. Why, is everything okay up there?” I ask in a flurry of words.
“I need a towel,” she shrugs.
“Of course,” I nod and walk-run into the laundry room to grab some.
“Thanks, Kat.” She smiles as she takes the towels.
Once she is upstairs I sigh and lean back against the counter. This shit is exhausting, I need wine. Lots and lots of wine.
The bottle I opened earlier is still on the counter. Holding it up I realize it’s almost gone. Well hell, where did the buzz go? Grrr.
I decide to finish it, hoping to get it back.
“Thirsty?” Ricco asks as he walks out of my room toward the sink.
Pulling the bottle away I say, “I’m trying to get the buzz back that this fucked up night has stolen.”
He nods. “Pretty sure it’s still sitting on my tongue.”
What the fuck? I think as he turns his back to me, bends down and starts to open the cupboard.
“Don’t!” I say trying to get to it before he opens it all the way.
“What have we here?” he chuckles.
Busted. Fuck.
He pulls out the huge purple dildo. “You should use this to prepare your pussy for me.”
“Pfft,” I say as I roll my eyes.
He looks up at me with his eyebrow raised. “Mine’s bigger.”
“Your ego is, that’s for sure,” I say and turn to leave the kitchen.
He’s still squatted down when he grabs my ankle, I turn back and raise my eyebrow at him.
“Let’s not fool ourselves,” he says reaching under the sink and grabbing the four incher. “I bet this one is the most used.”
I pull my ankle away. “Think what you–”
I stop mid-sentence when he starts to smell it. Then he licks it! Licks. It.
“I’m right.”
“Pig,” I whisper.
“Your cunt was strangling my tongue babe–”
“Kat,” I snap. “Not, babe.”
“Woman, I agreed to your bossiness at work, but outside of work–”
“Yeah, about that. There is no outside of work so…”
He stands up, inches from me, takes my hand forcefully and sets Papa Smurf in it. “Start with this, then we work our way up.”
“Not a good idea,” I say rather unconvincingly.
“Sure as fuck is. I’m not opposed to tearing a woman apart if that’s what she wants, but babe,” he pauses waiting for me to react to the use of babe. Fuck him, I don’t. “I’m down a sitter, sick of bitches claiming I knocked them up when they knew damn well it was a fuck, so my options are limited to what you and I have previously agreed on.”
“I’m not a last resort,” I snap.
“You were until I tasted your pussy. Now you better settle in, because I’m not walking away from pussy that fine.”
I shove the dildo back at him. “Then suck on this and get the fuck over it.”
He smirks. It’s intimidating as fuck. It’s not Ricco. And sure as unicorns are real in my vivid imagination, I am not feeling very Kat–ish.
“Kat?” Darby calls, coming down the stairs. I toss the plastic dick under the cabinet, kick the door shut and step back a hundred paces, distancing myself from him, all before she is down the stairs.
“I’m right here.” I smile as she hits the last step.
“Everything okay?” she asks. “Your face is flushed.”
“It’s the wine,” I shrug.
“Uh huh,” Ricco says as he dumps vinegar in the bucket then he walks past us going to my bedroom.
There is an awkward silence. Her and I are looking at each other. Her, trying to figure out if I’m full of shit. Me, trying to figure out what she heard.
“You tired?”
“I will be,” she smiles. “Wide awake now.”
“Getting pissed on will do that to you,” I laugh.
“Darby?” I look behind me and Natalia is wrapped in a towel in Ricco’s arms. Her hair’s hanging in long ringlets and she is covered in goosebumps.
“W
here are my clothes?” she asks, teeth chattering.
“In the laundry basket, sweetie,” Darby smiles.
“Thanks, Darby.” Ricco lifts his chin to her.
I look at Darby. “Glass of water before bed or do you think that may be a problem for you?”
She laughs. “I think I can handle it.”
“I know you can,” I say walking toward the sink.
As I’m filling up the only appropriate cup I seem to have, the one with the Cheshire Cat on it, Ricco and Nat come back in the room.
“No clothes in the basket,” he says.
“Shit,” I grumble.
“You washing my girl’s clothes with the sheets, Kat?”
“Yeah, sorry,” I say placing the cup in front of Darby.
“She can wear something of mine,” Darby offers.
“I’ll be cold on your ride,” Nat says, teeth still chattering.
“We’ll wrap you up nice and tight.”
“Do you have my helmet?”
“Sure do,” he winks at her.
“You’re riding a motorcycle with her?” Darby gasps.
“Sure am,” Ricco nods.
“It’s raining you can’t–” Darby begins.
“It’s raining Daddy?” Natalia whines.
“Not bad. It’s a short trip,” he says pushing her wet hair away from her face.
“Her hair’s wet,” Darby says.
He looks at her and I expect him to give her the, ‘I don’t need schooling on parenting’, shit he gave me. And then I am gonna have to give him the, ‘Don’t talk to my sister like that’, shit.
“Got a garbage bag?” he asks.
“A what?” I gasp.
“Works as a rain coat in a pinch. She’ll be fine, it’s a short ride.” He gives me a look. “We good, Nat?”
She holds her fist up. “I’m freezing, but we’re good, Daddy.”
Darby looks at me her eyes screaming, ‘Do something!’
“I can give you a ride,” I say.
“Nah,” he says.
“Then stay here, she’s cold,” Darby says with more ‘tude than I have seen since she’s been here.