Perfectly Flawed

by Dani René

  “No, Ryder, there’s no excuse for what he did or said to you, and he doesn’t get to tell me who I’m allowed to have in my life.” Piper finally nears me, then straddles my lap, her legs on either side of mine. The heat of her on my crotch is making it difficult for me to concentrate on what I wanted to say.

  “You don’t play fair, Butterfly,” I tell her, giving her words back to her. She smiles then, knowing what I mean, then rolls her hips, pressing her core against me. “Jesus, Piper,” I grit out, my teeth clenching as I attempt to hold onto my restraint.

  “I learned from the best.” She smiles down at me. Her fingers trail over my neck, cupping my face as she leans closer, her lips feathering over mine. “I want this, Ryder, I want you.”

  “Piper, if we do this…”

  “We have to,” she tells me. “Please.” Her plea is enough to have the last thread of control I’ve been holding onto snap with a loud crack.

  “I love when you beg me, baby girl,” I growl. My hands find her ass as I grip her and lift her as I rise. Her legs wrap around my hips, her arms around my neck. “Do it again,” I command, walking us into the bedroom and setting her on the bed.

  “Please, Ryder, I need you.”

  Reaching for my T-shirt, I pull it up and over my head. “Strip for me.” The order is heated, dripping with lust for the woman that’s held my heart for most of my life.

  She smiles, pulling the hoodie off, giving me a glimpse of her tight tank top. Then, teasingly, she tugs at her top, pulling the material off slowly, and I know she’s trying to taunt me. Once it’s on the mattress beside her, I take in the pink bra that holds those amazing little tits of hers.

  “You’re beautiful. Perfect,” I tell her. It’s true. She’s everything I could want or need. And now, I’ll finally have her. “Off with those sweatpants.”

  She pushes the material down her slender legs, showing off the matching panties that hide what I’m dying to see. I watch her scoot up the bed, her legs crossing at the ankle, giving me sneaky glimpses of her material covered pussy.

  “Your turn.” She smiles, trailing her eyes over my chest, down to the waistband of my pants. Arching an eyebrow, I shove them off, not breaking eye contact with her. Once I’m in only my underwear, I stand there for a moment, giving her one chance to stop me.

  “This is it, baby girl,” I confirm, leaning against the edge of the bed. My hands grip her legs, tugging her toward me. She moves closer. Her lips are on mine, kissing, licking, and biting at me.

  Like the minx she is, her mouth travels to my neck, finding my shoulder. The heat of her breath is enough to have me shooting my load in my boxers.

  Moving away from her, I smirk before giving her another order. “I want you out of those panties. Show me what’s mine,” I tell her.

  The corner of her mouth quirks into a grin. I watch the little kitten tug her pink panties down her lithe legs and then I’m met with the glistening pussy that makes my mouth water.

  “Fuck.”

  “What?” she questions, sitting up, attempting to close her legs, but I’m faster. I grip her thighs, pushing them wider.

  “You’re perfect.” Leaning in, I run my nose along her inner thigh, first the left, then the right. Her scent is like honeysuckle, and my tongue darts out to lap at the smooth skin near her pretty pussy.

  “Ryder,” she moans at my tongue trailing over her and I do it again. “Please, do it.” Her pleading is snapping me in two and I can no longer stop. My mouth finds her core, my tongue dipping into her, between her smooth lips, and I drink her in like a fine wine. She’s everything I imagined and more.

  Her hands fist my hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as I lick and lap at her body. The tremble that travels through her is pure and utter perfection.

  “Oh God,” she moans loudly, and I wish the whole goddamn city can hear her because this is me claiming the woman I love. Lowering my index finger, I dip it into her, feeling her tighten and pulse around the single digit. She’s tight, so fucking tight.

  “Are you going to come all over my finger, Butterfly,” I coo, allowing my hot breath to fan over her heated core. She’s drenched, and I lap at her like a hungry man, starving for more sustenance.

  She’s sweet, musky, and I feel drunk on her. The best kind of drug I could ever have. The sweetness of my girl. My finger meets resistance and I realize she really did wait for me. I pull away. Gazing up her body, my eyes find hers.

  “Ryder, please, please.” Her pleas fall toward me, tumbling like raindrops, and I give it to her. I bite down gently on her clit, causing her to whimper and moan, sounds that only make my cock even harder. I smile when I release her hard nub and dart my tongue into her pussy, and she cries out my name over and over again. I don’t stop. My mouth continues to devour her until she falls to the mattress spent and mumbling incoherently.

  Her essence is all over me. Coating my tongue in the sweetest juices I’ve ever tasted, and it’s all mine.

  “Are you ready for me, baby girl?”

  She glances up and nods slowly, a small smile on her face. “I’ve been ready for a long while, Ryder Kingsley. I waited for you, so you better make this worth it.” Her sassiness, innocence, and purity shines like a beacon.

  “You really did wait,” I murmur, still in shock. Most women her age spend their years going out partying, having sex with their high school and college boyfriends, and Piper’s right here, still pure. Still a virgin for me.

  “I told you, Ryder, there was never anyone else for me.” Her words are confident, so sure of herself. “I would’ve waited forever.”

  My heart aches at her confession. The fact she knew how she felt and there was no dissuading her to move on.

  “Then I better make you never regret your decision.” I smile down at her. My hands trail over her legs, reveling in her smooth skin. “Because, once I do this, once I claim you, there’s no going back. You’re mine.”

  “I’ve always been yours.”

  “I know. And I’ll always be yours.”

  It’s a promise. A vow. And I know it’s the God’s honest truth.

  21

  Piper

  Ryder moves away from me for a moment, rising to full height. I watch in awe as he pushes his boxer briefs down. He’s naked. Bared to me. In the dim light, his body is a statue carved from colorful marble. His cock, hard and thick, juts from between his hips. His thighs are muscled, tense, and the part of him that’s no longer flesh and bone is perfect.

  My eyes dart to his, to find him staring at me. “You’re everything I ever wanted, Ryder,” I tell him. His hands find my thighs, tugging me closer to the edge of the bed. He grips his shaft, slowly stroking it as his gaze bores into me, right through me, right down to my soul.

  “And you, my sweet Butterfly, are everything I should have never wanted,” he says, placing the tip of his cock against my opening. The metal that’s pierced through the underside shines as the light hits it. Sliding it up and down my core, he taunts me, making sure the silver studs glide over my clit, and I wrap my legs around him, tugging him closer.

  “Please, just do it, Ryder,” I beg. I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel him inside me.

  He doesn’t respond, merely inches into me, and I feel like screaming for more. My body opens around him. The pressure causes me to whimper, but I continue holding on to him. I know if he thinks he’s hurting me he’ll stop, so I reach for him, holding his one hand while his other guides his cock into me.

  The movements are torturous. I can’t stop the searing pain that trickles through me when he nudges at the barrier.

  “Ryder, fuck me,” I grit out through my teeth, frustration and agony dripping on every word. “Just fuck me.”

  And he does. He pushes into me then, bottoming out inside me, causing my body to shudder and my back to arch from the mattress. I feel full, filled to the brim, and I’m about to explode. He’s finally done it. I’m his. Ryder has claimed me and there’s no going back no
w.

  His hips rest against my thighs as he lifts my legs on his shoulders. He presses his finger on my clit, circling it slowly, gently, but he doesn’t move. He’s buried inside me and I’m nothing more than a trembling mess.

  “Are you okay?” he questions, his brows furrowed in worry, but I nod. He continues his assault on my hardened nub, making it tingle, and I focus on that. The sensation trickling through me. I’m not sure why he’s not moving, but I want him to.

  “Yes, I need you to move,” I tell him, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he slowly pulls out, then dips back into me. He continues the movement, his chest rumbling and his eyes closing as pleasure radiates from him. The pain is stinging, but his fingers taunt and tease me. My own hands tug at the bra I’m wearing and I find my nipples as hard as pebbles.

  When I open my eyes, Ryder is staring at me with a hungry look that tells me he likes watching me do this. And I do it to tease him. Tweaking my sensitive nipples, I twist them, making them tighten and peak.

  “Fuck, Piper,” he growls. “You feel far too good. You’re so tight,” he hisses tilting his head to the ceiling. His eyes close for a moment as if he’s reveling in the feeling as he continues to fuck me. But this isn’t fucking. The way he’s moving so slowly, his hands massaging my legs, his body connected to mine, this is something far more emotional.

  He moves slowly, and my body starts opening to him even more. The pain is gradually ebbing away along the shore, and I’m left with more want than ever before. There’s a gentleness to how the metal inside me, attached to his cock, teases my body, making me tremble with need. I reach down, my hand between my thighs to meet his fingers, and we both tease my clit, making me whimper and moan as pleasure now shoots through me. The movement makes my head spin.

  When he finally opens his eyes, he looks between us and smiles. “You’re mine, baby girl. I’m going to make you come on my cock,” he tells me. I glance down, seeing nothing but the base of his shaft, and I know he’s broken me once more, only this time, I wanted it.

  He moves faster, leaning in now, allowing my legs to fall from his shoulders, and my feet are perched on the bed. His body cocoons me. His fingers still tease me, still making my body tremble and shake.

  “I’ve always been yours,” I confirm, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  Ryder lifts me from the bed, walking us over to the wall, pressing my back flush with the cool wooden doorway. “Now, I’m going to make you scream,” he promises. His hips roll and I see stars. His cock hits the spot inside me I never knew existed as he continues to drive into me. Faster, harder, with more force than I could imagine.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat, but I hold on. My eyes roll back when his mouth finds my neck, his lips suckling on the sensitive flesh, biting down hard, making me yelp.

  “I want you to come on my cock, Butterfly,” he tells me, his mouth at my ear, his breath hot and his words needy.

  He swivels his hips and he once again he hits that one spot. Over and over again. My toes curl as pleasure shoots through me. My head drops back and he takes this opportunity to capture my nipple in his mouth and suck on it through my bra that I realize I didn’t remove. The material soaks with his continued suckling and I can't hold back the scream that tumbles from my lips. But I don’t call for God, I call for Ryder.

  My nails claw at his shoulders and back as my orgasm rockets through me and then I feel him thicken and pulse and I know he’s just filled me.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes.”

  I’m not sure which one of us says which, but all I can think about is the pleasure that’s tingling from my head to my toes. My breathing is fast, my chest rising and falling, and all I want is to do it again.

  “Are you okay?” he questions me when I open my eyes, but I nod. I never imagined pleasure so profound, so consuming, but he did everything I needed and I let myself feel. Yes, the pain was searing, but the pleasure was scorching.

  “I’ve never been more okay,” I tell him. Reaching for his face, I hold him steady. “When can we do it again?” I smile, planting a kiss on his lips.

  He turns and walks us over to the bed.

  “Give me time, woman,” he tells me gruffly, causing a laugh to fall from my lips. Setting me on the mattress like I’m made of glass, he slips out of me, causing me to wince at the emptiness I now feel. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, I just don’t like not being connected to you.”

  His eyes burn into mine. His fingers find the heartbeat in my chest and he presses on it gently. “This is where we’re connected, always.”

  “Ryder.” My voice is timid, scared. “Promise me this is it.” My words cause him to frown. “I mean… you’re not leaving again. Right?”

  “I’m never leaving again.” He smiles, giving me another kiss before leaving me on the bed and making his way into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s carrying a soft wet cloth, which he uses to gently towel between my thighs. Once we’re both settled in bed, he pulls me closer, holding me like his life depends on it, and for a brief second, I wonder if it does.

  22

  Ryder

  I’m sitting in the classroom three days after feeling Piper’s body pulse around me and it’s the only thing I can think of. When we finally took the final step in our relationship I knew what I need to do. Later today, I’ll head out with Preston and buy a ring. As much as I want to ask her father’s permission to propose, I know he’ll refuse me at every turn, so the next best person to go to would be my best friend.

  Piper’s still young, and I’m not going to steal her away from her family, but I want to claim her forever. I love her, and pushing her away for so long was my mistake. I’ve lost years I’ll never get back, but she’s accepted me at my worst, and I know she’ll love me forever.

  Her eyes meet mine across the room, and I offer her a smile. She’s so good with those kids, and I can’t help wondering if we’ll ever have a few of our own. One or two. Perhaps more.

  She’d look so beautiful pregnant, swollen, and glowing while she’s carrying our children.

  “You okay there, Mr. Kingsley?” Her gentle voice snags me from the visions in my mind.

  “I am,” I tell her, rising to full height, pulling her closer. “I was just thinking I’d love to take you home for dinner.”

  “We can order in,” she tells me innocently.

  “I wasn’t talking about food,” I whisper in her ear, making her shiver in anticipation of what’s to come.

  “Behave yourself,” Piper admonishes me, swatting my arm and leaving me at the stereo to curate the music. She smiles at the students, all of them looking up at her like she’s an angel. She is. The way she moves about the room, light on her feet, fluid in the way her body dips and rolls, showing the kids how to count the beats, to hop onto their hands from a low stance is mesmerizing.

  My phone vibrating drags my attention away from the beautiful woman to a message that stops my heart. I didn’t think I could run away from my past, I didn’t even think I could forget what I’d done, but it seems it’s caught up with me and when I glance up at Piper once more, I know I have to leave before she finishes her routine. I can’t explain what’s going on, but I need to fix this before the shit gets near my perfect girl.

  “You did what?” Preston’s voice is livid, rage drenching every word he spits down the line at me. I didn’t have a choice. He knows it as well as I do.

  “Dude, you know your father had a hand in this. He hates me,” I tell him. I’m met with silence. He does know the truth. Nobody else would’ve had me packing my bags and heading back to Los Angeles faster than Mr. Beaufort himself.

  “I’ll figure it out,” he informs me. “In the meantime, just message Piper and tell her you haven’t in fact fucked off and broken her heart again.”

  “I will, as soon as I get back to our apartment.” I hang up before he can give me another earful and take the turn off to the building we’d been living in while we were
in LA. The large three-bedroom place had been our home for four years, and when we left, one of the guys we’d lived with offered to take it off our hands with the agreement that if we’re ever back in town, we’d have a place to crash.

  My phone buzzes again, and I know it’s Piper. I don’t have to look at the screen to see her name glaring at me, accusing me of doing what I promised not to do. I’ve fucked it up again, and this time, I doubt she’ll ever forgive me.

  Once I pull into a parking spot, I exit the car and make my way to the elevator. The second floor apartment was the easiest access for me, and the guys both decided they’d be happy to share it with me when we moved out here.

  When I reach the door, I unlock it and shove it open. The living room greets me when I step inside, along with silence, informing me that Logan isn’t here. Shutting the door, I shrug off my hoodie and grab my phone from my pocket. Like I thought, Piper’s name is burning a hole through the screen.

  Sighing, I hit call and press the device to my ear. On the second ring she answers.

  “Where are you? Are you okay? Preston said you had to leave,” she tells me breathlessly, and I picture her running around my apartment looking for me. Her breathing is harsh over the line and I’m certain she’s panicked.

  “I needed to do something out here, sign some documents.” The lie feels like poison on my tongue, but I can’t tell her why I’m really here. If she knows, she’ll never forgive her father. As much as I dislike him, I want her to have a relationship with him one day. If I can just get the charge brought against me dropped without worrying her, then we’ll be fine.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” she questions, hurt evident in her voice, and it cracks my heart in two. “I could’ve come with you.”

  “No, it’s something I need to do alone, Piper. Please, just let me do this. Can you wait for me?” This time, I’m the one begging. I’m pleading with her to give me time, to wait for me like she waited before. And she did. She fucking waited four years for me to return and claim her like she was always meant to be mine. I don’t know how long this will take, or how much she’ll be able to offer me, but I wait for her response, my heart thudding violently in my chest, making my ribs ache.