The Perfect Bastard

by LK Collins

  “What was that?” he asks, and I shake my head, pretending as if it wasn’t me. Looking down at him so sexily on his knees.

  God, I love him on his knees.

  He has my pants at my ankles and is staring at my pink panties. “What is this?” he asks me.

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “Where are the black ones?”

  “They got a little wet last night.”

  He lifts my feet one at a time to remove my pants and then slides my panties down and off. “I don’t like, pink.”

  “Why?” I reach behind my back and unsnap my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Just don’t.”

  “I never knew you were such a lingerie snob.”

  He laughs a deep bellowing laugh before standing and undressing. With both of us completely naked, I reach for his shaft, but he pulls away. “No, I want this,” he says and cups my pussy, pulling my body close to his with a firm arm behind me.

  I lean in and kiss him, and the second our mouths connect, there is no stopping us. His hands move to my ass, and he grips it hard. I wrap my legs around him, and he takes me to the nearest wall, hoists me up, and slams into me. I whimper against his mouth from the pain and pleasure. Roan pulls away and grumbles, reminding me, “Stay quiet.”

  And I do, which only makes things that much more intense as we fuck. His strong hands have a secure hold on me, and I keep my focus on one thing and one thing only. Not making a noise.

  He moves so perfectly, hitting everything the right way with the right amount of pressure that my insides heat and I tremble, my orgasm already so close. I dig my fingernails into his back. He grunts, filling me with his cum, and that alone, makes me shudder and tighten around his thick cock.

  As our bodies slow, Roan peppers kisses along my shoulder and neck. “Stay the night with me?” he asks.

  “I don’t want to push things with the girls.”

  “You’re not, they truly love you.”

  I roll my eyes. Surely he forgot about breakfast this morning. It was rough before our clean slate, and I want to respect them, so I don’t want to push things.

  “Let’s do something tomorrow before the week starts,” I offer the compromise.

  “Is there any way I can convince you otherwise?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  He lets me go and then shockingly gets to his knees, pleading up at me with a frown on his face and his hands in a prayer position. “Please?”

  I yank him to his feet. “Don’t do that. Walk me out.”

  It’s his turn to roll his eyes, but in the end, we both get dressed, and he reluctantly follows me out of his bedroom. I head into the basement to say good night to the girls, who are both passed out on opposite ends of the sofa.

  “They look so small,” I tell Roan.

  “They are. No matter how old they get, they’ll always be my little girls.”

  I know that is truly how he feels and how he’ll always feel, which is one of the reasons I care for Roan so much. He sees what’s important in life. He can look past the moments of bratty teenager attitude and only see his little girls.

  Chapter 27

  Roan

  Sunday flew by in the blink of an eye. I don’t know how or why, but it did. As I stare at my computer, trying to search within myself for the motivation to accomplish something—anything, it’s really hard.

  My mind is on one thing: Mia. So, I send her a text.

  Me: Lunch?

  Mia: What time?

  Me: Now?

  Mia: It’s barely nine in the morning, are you drunk?

  Me: Fine, breakfast?

  Mia: I have a meeting at nine, wanna do eleven?

  Me: Sure, I’ll pick you up.

  Mia: Please make sure there is actual food involved, I’m starving.

  Me: Oh, I got something you can eat.

  Mia: Goodbye, Roan.

  I set my phone on my desk, determined to get some work done and somehow find myself on a flower delivery website. I end up making a call and a paying a hefty fee so they deliver the arrangement in the next hour. Just as I’m hanging up, Chandler strolls into my office.

  “How was your weekend?” he asks, dropping into one of the chairs in front of my desk.

  “It was good.”

  “I called you to hang out, you lose your phone?”

  “No, it was an interesting weekend.”

  “Yeah, why’s that?” Interested, he leans forward on his elbows.

  “The girls found out about Mia.”

  His eyes go wide, and he cups his chin in one hand. We had talked about how I had no idea how to tell my girls that I was seeing someone, so he knows just how badly the conversation could have gone. “Found out or you told them?”

  “Rianna got into my phone.”

  “No shit, don’t you have a password on it?”

  “I do, but she figured it out.”

  “How’d she take it?”

  “She was angry, Maisy was better.”

  “How’s Mia?”

  “She’s great, she actually flipped the whole thing around and somehow got Rianna to give her a chance.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. She’s fucking amazing, man.”

  “Damn straight she is, you being good to her?”

  “You know it, just sent her a huge ass bouquet of flowers.”

  “Good man.”

  “What’d you do this weekend?”

  “You mean who?” He lets out a laugh and settles back into his seat. I should have known better. “Casey!”

  “Oh, fuck, the new receptionist?”

  “Yup, she’s a spitfire, too.”

  “You have to stop doing that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, man, they are our employees.”

  “Whatever. I’m cool with you and my sister, so why can’t I bang our receptionists? You know what I think? It makes them work harder.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I tell him. “It makes them fall head over heels with Mr. Non-committable and quit shortly after. Plus, one day, one of them is gonna sue your ass.”

  “Yeah right, they wouldn’t have a case. You should see the text messages these girls send me.”

  “Fine, but I swear to God that if she quits, I’m hiring a guy.”

  His phone buzzes, and just like that, our conversation is over. “Catch ya, later, man,” he says and leaves my office.

  Chapter 28

  Mia

  I get as much work done as I can prior to lunch, and before I know it, Roan is standing in my doorway. His hair is wild, and his dark eyes are undressing me as he comes in and closes the door behind him.

  “It smells like flowers in here.” He braces the sides of my chair, and I unleash a dazzling smile on him.

  “Thank you for them. I love them.”

  “Anything for you.” And he aggressively claims my mouth. I get lost in his kisses, forgetting everything else around us. But then he suddenly pulls away, leaving me panting and wanting more. He reaches for my hand, and I look at it perplexed.

  “You said lunch had to involve food, right?” I did, but now I just want to skip the meal and continue on with him.

  I tell myself that I’ll have him later, so I take his hand, and we leave my office. On the walk, he is particularly quiet, and I have no clue why. It’s not like Roan, which makes me worry.

  We are seated at a small table inside the comfortable restaurant when he asks me, “Is this okay?”

  “Yeah, it’s great.” I look around at the gorgeous place he’s brought me to.

  “Good.”

  He scans over the menu, and I ask him, “Are you okay?”

  Roan sets his menu down and looks at me with nothing but honesty in his eyes. “I’ve never been happier, Mia.”

  “Me, either.” And that is the God’s honest truth. I guess he’s just enjoying the moment.

  “So, what are you getting?” he asks me, and I shake my head, I re
ally have no idea.

  “They have a great clam chowder, you wanna split a bowl to start with?”

  “Sure.” I decide on a wrap for my lunch, and after we order, Roan clears his throat apprehensively. “Did I tell you Maisy’s birthday is this weekend?”

  “No! I had no idea.”

  “Yup, she’s gonna be thirteen.”

  “What does she want to do?”

  “She wants to have a bowling party, I wonder why.”

  “That would be fun.” I laugh and give my head a tiny shake. “No betting this time. I would feel bad taking your money two times in a row.”

  “It will be, and she said she wants to have a home-cooked meal after the party. You know my cooking is not the best, so I was hoping you could help me.”

  “Are you kidding me? I’d love to.”

  “Thank God, I really want her to have a special day. I feel like all her birthdays since Georgia left have been sub-par at best. She deserves more.”

  “Then we’ll give her more.” With those words, the last traces of anxiety have melted from Roan. He’s completely at ease now, that’s what was bothering him. He’s worried about giving Maisy a special day.

  “What else can I help with?” I ask him.

  “Well, cooking with me is gonna be a huge help. Then there is her gift, I have no clue what to get her.”

  “We could take Rianna with us to buy her a birthday gift. You know she’ll know exactly what to get.”

  “God, Mia, is there anything you’re not good at?”

  “Hmmm, I’m not the best at speaking in public, which reminds me, my speech is next week.”

  “Are you kidding me? You’ll do great.”

  “Maybe in your eyes. But I’m speaking in front of like a thousand people, it’s terrifying.”

  “So what? I’ll be right there in the front, so if you get nervous, just have your eyes on me.” He gives me a wink, and I don’t have the heart to tell him that I’m not sure that’ll help. If I keep my eyes on him, who knows what’ll happen. I’ll probably start to stutter and say all sorts of crazy shit.

  Chapter 29

  Roan

  “Are they closed?” Mia asks me.

  “Yes.” I’m lying back on her bed with my eyes tightly shut, waiting for whatever surprise she has. My insides are coursing with adrenaline. My body is completely aroused. Everything from my cock to my ears—which are listening to her pad quietly around me—are completely focused on her. “You’re killing me,” I tell her.

  “Am I now?” she whispers into my ear, and I had no idea she was this close. She drags her tongue down the side of my throat and straddles my body. “Don’t open them.”

  “Fuck!” I grumble.

  “Uh-huh,” she says, lathering my body with forceful kisses until she finally grips my dick hard at the base and begins to stroke upward toward the tip. I can feel her ass cheeks close to my shaft, making me almost lose it.

  “I’m opening them,” I warn her, and her free hand lands softly over my closed eyes.

  “Don’t.”

  “Why?” I ask, not even sure why I can’t look at her. My hands have roamed every square inch of her body, and she’s naked, so it’s not a new outfit she wants to show me, so damn it, I want to see her.

  “I read an article in a magazine that said sex is sixty times more intense if you keep your eyes closed the entire time.”

  “Shut up, really?”

  “I’m serious,” she says, and with that, I gently pull her hand from my eyes and open them. She’s braced over me, as she positions my cock at the heavenly gates of her pussy.

  I thrust up into her and slam my eyes shut. Maybe she’s right. With my eyes closed, my senses are more aware. She gasps from the fullness and settles down around me. I let her move for about a minute before I flip her to her back. Her tiny body lies beneath mine, but she rolls her hips, meeting me at each thrust.

  Her legs are spread wide, and I hook one arm under her knee, opening her even more. Opening my eyes, I can’t help but watch my cock, which is so hard that the veins are bulging, as I move in and out of her. The tightness of her cunt already has me close. “I swear your fucking pussy is like gold.”

  “Mmmmhhh,” she moans, and I close my eyes again raking my fingers of one hand through her hair and to the base of her neck, holding her tightly. Each time I move, she whines. The tone is a straight connection to my balls, and I have no clue how I got so lucky.

  “Harder,” she requests, and that’s just what I want. Gripping both her hips in my hands, I hold her body in line with my cock and fuck her senseless. It’s hard to keep my eyes shut, but fuck was she right, it’s so intense. I make it about ten pumps before my orgasm takes over, and I let go, enjoying every single second of the pleasure that satisfies my body.

  I collapse on top of Mia. “That was the best orgasm ever.”

  “Yeah, it was.” She pants the words softly against the crook of my neck. I must’ve been so into mine that I didn’t notice hers. “This whole eyes closed thing was good.”

  “It was, huh?” She looks up at me, and I don’t know how God made her so perfect. “You’re amazing.”

  “Stop it,” she says.

  “What? It’s the truth.” She tenderly kisses me, and I feel my cock growing hard again.

  “You’re an animal.” I am.

  “For you.”

  Her pussy is wet, sloppy from our orgasms. Then I hear her stomach grumble, which stops me completely. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes. All I had today was lunch.”

  “You have to feed this body,” I tell her and slip out of her. She watches me clean my cock off then slide on a pair of sweat pants. “Clean up, and I’ll feed you.”

  “I bet you will,” she says to me from her spot nestled in the messy confines of her bed.

  I head into her kitchen and look in the fridge. She really doesn’t have a lot of food. I open her freezer and pantry and then decide on heating up some of those cheap frozen burritos.

  “What are you making?” she asks coming out wearing my shirt.

  “I like you in my clothes,” I tell her.

  “Well, that’s good because I’m keeping this shirt.”

  “Okay,” I tell her and open the microwave to flip the burritos.

  “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed you found those.”

  “What?”

  “The burritos.”

  “Whatever, these are the bomb. I lived on them for years in college.” She gives me the look that melts my heart. The microwave dings and I take our food out and offer her first pick. We eat in a comfortable silence, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more content, and not just with Mia, but with the small things in life.

  Chapter 30

  Mia

  “Have fun,” we tell Maisy as we drop her off at a friend’s house for a sleepover. It’s operation birthday preparation. We walk back to the car, comfortably hand in hand. Rianna is in the back seat on her cell phone, oblivious to the world around her, and Roan whispers into my ear, “You look hot today.”

  I look down at my skinny jeans and a red T-shirt. “Really?” There is laughter in my voice as I pull my car door open.

  “Yes, really.”

  “Really, what?” Rianna asks from the back seat. Both of us get quiet as we try to think of a proper response.

  “Oh, your dad was just saying how the time has flown for you girls growing up.”

  I turn and watch as she rolls her eyes, which are still focused on her cell phone. I can tell today is gonna be a rough day with her, and I have no clue why. Maisy is so easy and sweet. But Rianna is so up and down and all over the place. I’m sure it’s just her age, but I don’t remember being that way when I was a kid. At all.

  “So, Rianna, you have any ideas what we should get Maisy?”

  “Like, what I think she needs?”

  “Sure,” I agree, just happy that she is talking. Roan winks at me, driving us to the mall. I’m sure he’s enjoying her
talking, too.

  “She needs a pair of headphones. That music she listens to is crap and so annoying.”

  I laugh a little and rephrase my question. “What do you think Maisy wants?”

  “Dad and I always get her a new journal, maybe we could find a really nice one and have her name inscribed on it?”

  “That’s a great idea,” Roan says.

  “Oh, and you know what else she needs? Her room is still My Little Pony. We gotta redecorate it.”

  “Your mom painted that mural, Ria,”

  “Yeah, and she’s not coming back, so let’s paint over it.”

  I can see Roan’s hesitation. He and I haven’t talked about the mural. I saw it in her room once but didn’t think much of it. Clearly, he is worried about taking that away from Maisy.

  “There’s a store in the mall. I think they have removable wallpaper. That might be a good idea for the mural; best of both worlds?”

  Roan pulls into the mall, and we head inside. He comfortably wraps his hand around mine, and I love how even though Rianna is still adjusting to us, he isn’t shy about showing me his affection.

  As we begin to browse our way through, Rianna snaps a picture of a display in a store window. “What’s that for?”

  “That outfit is to die for,” she gushes, making sure her picture is a good one.

  I look at the skinny jeans and black mid-drift T-shirt with the word “love” across it. “Why don’t you try it on?”

  Roan’s hand tightens around mine, and I look over at him, knowing maybe I’ve hit a sore subject. “Dad won’t let me wear anything that show’s my stomach.”

  “Oh, come on, look at the mannequin, you can barely see any of its stomach because those jeans are so high waisted. Plus, what does it hurt to try on? Then your dad can see what it looks like on you, right?”

  She looks at Roan, and so do I. “Oh fine,” he gripes, and she squeals as she runs into the store. “But if it looks ridiculous, you’re gonna tell her no.”