Flawlessly Flawed

by Amelia Shea

  “So wet and tight. Hell, I’m about to come. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck!” His fingers bit into her hips. There would definitely be a mark there tomorrow. She couldn’t wait. He drew out and slammed back into her. Her fingers gripped the comforter as he zoned in on her spot. He rode her hard and deep, teasing her as he hit her g-spot then pulling back and pounding into her again.

  “Fuck.” He did that sexy grunt thing she had only heard through walls. His chest came down over her back, sweat dripping on her. His lips sealed to her neck, he sucked and groaned and came so hard Cassie could feel him pulsating inside her. Pure heaven.

  He kept a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of her. They were both breathing hard. She knew he’d have to pull out soon but hoped for a few more seconds of this. This was perfect.

  “Pix,” he whispered, his body still pressed to her back.

  She turned her head to meet his eyes. Dark brown eyes stared back at her before he leaned into her and kissed her mouth slowly, caressing her lips. This was a tender kiss from a most untender man. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers, encircled her in his arms and fell gently onto the bed.

  He said nothing and neither did she, but they lay together, still connected. Literally.

  Chapter 16

  T woke up to a soft hand caressing his chest. He kept his eyes shut, enjoying the feel. He never slept with women. He fucked them, anywhere and everywhere except his bed and he never stayed the night. Even when he had been too drunk to drive, he’d slept in his truck before sleeping in the bed with the women he fucked. The job was the only time he had to make the exception to his rule. He needed to stay overnight at Tina’s, needed to be there if she took a call from Jimmy. And she did, almost every night. He may have been in her bed with his eyes closed but he wasn’t sleeping. Not once.

  Sharing a bed took trust. You were the most vulnerable when you slept, and he’d never trusted a woman enough for that. Until now, until Cassie.

  The bed shifted slightly and her hand dragged across his stomach. He opened one eye and caught sight of her bare back. The light streaming in from the window reflected against her pale skin. So fucking sexy. Before she could make another move to leave his bed, he reached out and pulled her back down to his chest.

  Startled, she gasped. Her body fit against him and those big blue eyes glimmered up at him. She giggled. That sound did something to him. It reminded him of a wind chime, soft and delicate.

  “Mornin’,” she whispered.

  His voice was gruff with need for her again. “Where ya going?”

  The side of her mouth quirked up. “Check on Lulu and Baxter.”

  He slowly pulled her to him. “They can wait.” Her mouth came down on his and her soft lips caressed; her tongue poked out and licked the seam of his mouth. T opened up and devoured her. The feel of her silky lips, eager to be on his, only hardened his morning wood. He pulled her on top of him, continuing their kiss.

  His hands trailed down the smooth skin of her back. As he fit his large hands over her ass, she moaned and dug her pussy into his cock. Her hips rubbed against him.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered against his mouth.

  Her voice made his dick harder and he squeezed her ass, pulling her deep into his naked body. Their kiss became frantic, tongues thrashing and lips biting. Her teeth grazed his lower lip and T was done.

  He growled before rolling her over and stretching out his arm to his dresser. But he stopped and looked below him at Cassie’s finger lightly tracing the cross tattoo on his forearm. She peered up at him with a sad smile.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  T gulped through a large lump in his throat. Of all the tattoos that covered his arms, back and chest, this one had the most meaning. He watched her finger slowly glide over the inscription written within the cross.

  “Through darkness, comes light.”

  His heart raced at the sound of her tone, sweet but solemn. He felt an understanding as she read it. Those words had rung true for him when he was adopted.

  His arm dropped down to the bed and he hovered above Cassie, holding her stare.

  “My mom’s words, the day I came to live with them, and the last words she said to me before she died.”

  T watched her eyes glisten and followed the tear that fell from her face. He’d never been open with anyone except his family. Even then, he’d held back, not wanting them to see his pain. Here, with Cassie, he felt safe, and the words just came out before he had time to think about it.

  Her hands slid up to his shoulders and pulled his body down to hers. Wrapping her arms around him, her face dug into his neck and squeezed his body. A feeling of peace ran through him, complete and utter peace. They lay together as she hugged him.

  “Gonna crush ya, Pix.”

  “I don’t care.”

  T smiled and pulled away but only slightly, not wanting to lose the feel of her skin against his. Her head dropped back to the bed and her sweet eyes crinkled.

  “Why do you call me that?”

  Pix.

  “Ya remind me of one of those elf things.”

  “I remind you of an elf?”

  “Not a fucking elf, the girl thing, Pixie.”

  Cassie snorted, “Fairy. Let me guess…Tinkerbell?”

  T shrugged and smirked. “Pix, I’m not down with the names.”

  Her hands hit the bed when she huffed out a heavy breath. “Great, a fairy. Once, just once, I wanna be the princess, not the friggin’ fairy.”

  T burst out laughing.

  She playfully glared at him. “T! It’s not funny.”

  “It’s funny as shit, you getting all pissy ’cause you’re not a princess.”

  She pouted, her bottom lip poking out and her eyes squinted.

  He leaned down, tongue stroking her lip until she opened for him. He rolled them over, her now on top. She pulled back from their kiss and giggled. Fuck, that sound was sweet.

  “Ya want me to call ya princess?” He cocked him brow in question.

  She shook her head and grinned. “No, I like pixie.”

  The doorbell rang and Cassie pulled back and looked to the door.

  “Who’s that?”

  “Someone who’s gonna learn fast that you don’t ring my fucking bell before ten on a Saturday.” He slid Cassie off of him. He was pissed. He pulled on his jeans and stalked to the door, looking over his shoulder. “Don’t you move, ya got me?”

  Cassie giggled. “Uh huh!”

  The corner of his mouth quirked up at that sound again. He stalked down the stairs to the door and swung it open. Fuck!

  At the door was his neighbor, Rona. She was wearing a low-cut sundress, hair all done, her face too full of makeup. She smiled up at him after looking him over, which pissed him off even more. She held up a plate.

  “Hope I didn’t wake you?” she purred, which only intensified his anger. He stood at the door, scowling without answer.

  She shifted on her feet. “Well, I just wanted to make you a treat as a ‘sorry’ for hurting your friend’s feelings. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure she’s a sweet…girl.” Her emphasis on ‘girl’ had T clasping his fists. He hated bitches like the one who stood in front of him. She came over looking to stir up shit. T was about to tell her exactly what she could do with her ‘treat’ when she felt a hand on his back.

  “Baby, who is it?” Cassie sweetly asked, but T had a feeling she knew exactly who was at his door.

  He peered down at Cassie and smirked. Yeah, his girl knew. She leaned around him, her hand still on his back, dressed only in the T-shirt he wore last night. She looked cute as hell and sexy as sin. He needed to get her back in his bed.

  “Oh!” she said with a quirked brow.

  Rona looked over at Cassie in T’s shirt and glared at her before turning on a fake smile.

  “Just wanted to pop over with something for T.” He could hear the bitchiness behind her words
.

  Cassie wrapped both arms around his waist. He slid his around her and looked down at her. A sly smile played on her lips and then she pouted. “Baby, get rid of her. You promised to make me come again, and I’m so wet just thinking about you.”

  Rona gasped and T tightened his lips trying not to burst out laughing. His girl was feisty and she was getting her payback. Looked like his good girl was dirty after all.

  T turned to Rona and looked at her tray and then gave her a once-over. “Don’t want nothing you’re offering.”

  T turned around, picking Cassie up by the waist and stared into her laughing eyes as he kicked the door closed with his foot.

  * * * *

  Cassie tightened her lips, trying not to laugh. That scene was awesome, friggin’ brilliant, and hot as hell.

  He walked her further into the house, his massive arms still wrapped around her waist.

  “You still wanna go to the party?” he gruffly asked.

  Keeping her eyes on him, her smile faltered, remembering she had the twins’ party to go to.

  She nodded, whispering, “I have to.”

  His eyes squinted in thought. “Convince me.” His head bowed down to her neck and licked a line from her collar bone to her neck. Chills ran up her spine.

  “How?”

  “With your mouth.” He was still licking her neck. “On your knees.” He bit down and Cassie gasped simultaneously with the moisture she now felt in her panties. Her arms around his neck pulled him tighter.

  Her mouth found his ear. “You gotta let me down, if you want me to go down.”

  He growled against her releasing her waist, allowing her to slide down his body. She dragged her hands down his chest and lifted her eyes to meet his. His face was hard but his lips quirked slightly when she reached down and covered his denim-covered cock, squeezing hard enough to make his breath hitch.

  His grabbed her face and pulled her in for a mind blowing, tongue thrusting kiss. There was power in their lips joining, he was claiming her. She had never had a kiss like this; she needed it like it was air. She licked his pouty bottom lip and bit down softly. He groaned and backed her against the wall.

  Tearing his lips from hers, he dropped his head to her neck. “Gonna have to wait for those lips around my dick, gotta be inside you now.” His hands trailed down her body and tore her panties down her legs.

  Cassie gasped when his hand covered her mound. Her panting was loud and she fumbled with his jeans button. Why couldn’t they be Velcro? She tore at the button, finally releasing it and pulled the zipper down at the same moment his finger entered her. She flung her head back and whacked it on the wall hard.

  “Babe, don’t be hurting yourself,” he said through heavy breaths while fingering her soaking pussy.

  She leaned forward into his chest, grasping his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. “I just want you so bad, T.” She covered his rock-hard erection with both hands.

  “Shit,” he hissed.

  “T, I’m so close. Fuck me, please.”

  His finger pumped faster inside her and her grasp on him jerked hard. She wanted him inside her, now. “Ahhhh…yeah, right there.” His thumb grazed over her clit and she shouted, “Yes!”

  It happened so quick that she could barely register what was happening, One minute his fingers were inside her, the next she felt his cock enter her hard and fast. He had lifted her up and was inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her back was pinned against the wall, his mouth at her neck, licking and sucking and biting.

  Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, raking her nails deep into his back as the pressure from his length hit her spot. His body pounded deep inside her. She could feel his length stretching her out in an almost painful bite.

  “This pussy was fucking made for me.” His gravelly voice made her shiver and her nipples beaded against his shirt.

  “T,” she whispered, unable to get any other coherent thought out.

  His hands on her ass squeezed and held her in place while he pummeled her. She felt her muscles tighten and gripped his back while her orgasm ripped through her body. “T!” she screamed through heavy breaths.

  He continued to hammer into her, until he finally slammed deep into her and grunted. She knew that grunt. Somehow, here and now, it sounded sexier than it had ever been. It was for her.

  He eased into her in slow thrusts. His mouth found hers and they shared a soft, gentle kiss. Small pecks on the lips. Sweet. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavy.

  His eyes were closed.

  “Did I convince you?” she whispered.

  His eyes opened and his lips quirked up into a smile. The most beautiful smile she’d ever seen.

  “Fuck yeah!”

  Chapter 17

  TWO hours later they were on the road. Yes, they. Cassie was surprised when T announced they would be leaving in a few hours. She didn’t question it, she just basked in the idea of T going home with her.

  Stone came over before they left. He would be watching his own pups until they got back tomorrow. A whole day and night with T at her parents’, among her family, gave her an excited and freaked-out feeling.

  She had sent her mother a vague text telling her she would be bringing a friend with her. Her mom never even questioned her, assuming it was a girlfriend. After all, Cassie never brought guys home. Ever.

  The truck was quiet and gave her an uneasy feeling. As a talker, Cassie wasn’t big on silence. It gave her too much time to think.

  “Thanks for coming with me,” Cassie said, trying to break the silence.

  T had his sunglasses on but she could see his eyebrows cock up as he looked over at her. What? She immediately blushed and she gave a nervous laugh.

  “Not this morning. Coming with me to my parents’.”

  He smiled. He was doing a lot of that in the last few hours. She liked it. A simple smile transformed his face from scary and dark to light and handsome.

  “Okay, so let me fill you in on the family.”

  “All right…”

  “All right then, I’m just going to put it out there.” She stared at T who nodded for her to continue.

  “So, we are weird. Like, really weird, all of us. They probably aren’t what you’re used to. They talk a lot; ask tons of questions. It will probably feel like an interrogation.” She waited for him to respond but he stayed quiet and kept his eyes on the road.

  “They’ll wanna know how we met, how long we’ve been seeing each other.” She took a deep breath and mumbled, “What your intentions are.”

  “My intentions, huh?” T asked.

  “Yeah, but you don’t have to answer them. I mean, I can distract them with something else, so don’t worry.”

  His eyes turned serious. “Not worried, Cass.”

  She nodded several times and tightened her lips. “Okay, good.”

  He’s not worried? What does that even mean? Maybe he didn’t have any intentions. This thing between them had happened so fast, she really didn’t know where she stood with him or what she meant to him, if anything. Aside from a few tender moments of feeling extremely close to him, she didn’t really know him. They didn’t talk about what happened between them. She slumped back in her seat, confusion and uncertainty weighing heavily on her mind.

  Snap out of it! Leave the heavy stuff for later.

  She wasn’t going to get the answers to her questions in the next hour but next time they were alone, they needed to talk.

  The rest of the ride was filled with her talking and him listening. By the time the two hour mark hit, they were pulling into her parents’ driveway.

  Cassie took a deep breath and smiled. Home.

  This was the house she grew up in, the same home they’d brought her to from the hospital, the place where she’d learned to ride her bike, and had lemonade stands on the sidewalk. She looked up to the old basketball net that had been replaced a dozen
times and still looked tattered. She’d played for hours with that hoop.

  The house was an old colonial with brick steps leading up to the door. It was a big house, but by no means fancy. Still, it was home.

  “Ready?” T’s voice snagged her attention.

  “Yeah.”

  He got out of the truck and she opened her door and slid out. She had just shut the door when he rounded the bed of the truck with their two bags and they walked to the front door.

  Cassie was just at the top when her panic set in and she whipped around to face T, who was two steps below her.

  “Oh, my God, I don’t know your name.” Her anxiety rose. “How am I supposed to introduce my boy…I mean my…uh…you. How am I supposed to introduce you to everybody when I don’t even know your name?” Her eyes were wide, frantically looking at him in question for his name. “What the hell’s your name?”

  “Little late to be asking me that, don’t ya think?”

  “Oh, God, T, please, what is it?”

  He folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. “Made ya come hard, scream out to God, and ya don’t even know my name? I feel used.”

  Frustration burned through her. Her arms shot down in a hard punch and she stomped her foot. “T!”

  The corner of his eyes crinkled, and he laughed. She was panicked and he was, what? Laughing at her. He thought this was funny. He was teasing her and although for a brief second, she liked that, she had no time to dwell on it. What the hell is his name? Great, this was just great.

  Hey, Mom and Dad, this is T. I’d tell you his name but I don’t know it, and by the way he made me come three times today. What’s for dinner? Ugh!

  His eyes peered over her shoulder and softened.

  Cassie hadn’t even heard the door.

  “There’s my girl.” Cassie was pulled in for a hug and squeezed.

  “Hi, Mom.”

  Cassie could feel her stop in mid-hug. Guess she saw her friend. She pulled back to see her mom’s face with a huge grin. Yes, she was indeed going to be embarrassed. Come on, Mom, play it cool.